This is an anonymous guest post, written by someone with sadness in her heart and a Mother-in-Law that chronically lurks on her own blog. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share my thoughts…
Alissa, from Life’s Little Adventures, is one of the first friends I made in the blog world. She’s also one of the first people I looked up when I started this blog. When she isn’t chasing after her sons, Nick and Drew, she is busy cutting up dead animals (serious, it’s her job…or something like that) and taking beautiful photos that make me tell her she should be a professional photographer. I’ve read her posts ever since I started checking out this lovely blogosphere, and she never fails to inspire me. I’d feel lucky to have Alissa as a friend and even more luck that she said that she’d do this guest post for me.
OK, from what I understand Issa is writing little intros about all of her guest bloggers, so I shouldn’t have to introduce myself. But, just in case, I’m Alissa, from Life’s Little Adventures. I’ve known Issa online for a few years now…we lost touch there for a bit but I am so happy to have found her again. She’s fantastic, isn’t she?
Anyway, she put out a request for guest bloggers, and without even thinking I volunteered. That was awhile back, and it suddenly occurred to me that I’d best get on the ball and write something! And then I started thinking Hey! Why in the world did I agree to be a guest blogger? I’m hard-pressed to write anything on my own blog these days that’s not whiny and annoying…what makes me think I can do better for Issa?
And then I decided…I’d let my boys write the post. I figured I’d ask them for advice for Issa on raising her new baby boy, seeing as she’s got two girls and just now has been introduced to the marvel that is baby boys. So, here we go:
Me: Boys, tell me some things that are important to know when taking care of a baby boy.
Nicky: Feed it a lot!
Drew: Boys are tougher than girls.
Nicky: He needs to keep short hair. Only girls should have long hair.
Nicky: Always poke it down when you’re changing his diaper.
Drew: Yeah! And, be sure not to dress him in pink. Pink is girly.
Drew: Boys are very cool. Remember to be nice to him.
Nicky: And don’t forget to tell him you love him lots!
Drew: How old is the baby boy?
Me: A couple of months…
Drew: Can he walk yet?
Me: Oh, no.
Nicky: Well, remember that when he can walk he’ll be wild and crazy!
So, Issa, while you’re off enjoying a wonderful vacation alone in Hawaii with your darling hubby, we’ll hold down the fort here. And it appears that, should you ever need another babysitter, my boys are more than capable of taking care of your little guy.
I think the first time I found Christina’s site, Fairly Odd Mother, was days before I shut down my first site. I remembering thinking dam, I wish I’d found this chick earlier. She seemed funny and sweet, despite her love of really bad television shows. When I came back to blogging, I made sure to track her down. And hey, she is sweet and funny and someone who I can’t wait to meet at BlogHer this summer…but the love for bad reality TV shows remains. I am thrilled that I managed to trick her into guest posting for me.
I’m very honored to be guest-posting at Issa’s blog. I realize that many of you may not be all that interested in hearing from someone you don’t know so I thought I’d tell you of the few things that Issa and I have in common:
* we both got married in 1999;
* we both got pregnant super fast after deciding “let’s give it a go!”;
* our three children came in rapid succession; girl, girl and boy (my oldest is 8, youngest is 4);
* we are both hopelessly cool (ha! ok, maybe Issa can claim this).
The one major difference, I’d say, is that I am (ahem) a bit older than Issa. While she is still flitting about in her 20′s, I’m about to dance with #42, a number that is almost impossible for me to fathom.
I was known as a “late bloomer”. Wonder why?
So, needless to say, I didn’t really date in high school.
I also spent the bulk of my 20′s living La Vida Loca (or a much less-exciting version of that). I was a “Career Girl” as my father so kindly put it. Sure, I dated, sometimes for a decent chunk of time, but nothing clicked until I was 29. I “finally” married when I was a week away from turning 32.
You may have heard my mother’s sigh of relief?
Like the cliche, I spent my 20′s being the bridesmaid, not the bride. Several times over.
Oh, and what a bridesmaid I was. I wore blue, pink, taffeta and fuzzy, hot black.
(I also spent my twenties growing, cutting and then growing my hair apparently)
Missing from that photo collage is even a little coral number for a wedding that never was.
Is it any wonder that, after so many weddings, so many dresses, I opted for a casual, simple wedding and let my sister pick out whatever she wanted to wear to be my Maid of Honor?
It now seems oh so long ago.
Issa, enjoy the rest of your twenties my dear. And dress well. Because when you are 40-something, you will find yourself digging through your photos for fodder for your blog. Trust me on this one.
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