In Which I Am Not Ready For 2011

 

Christmas 2008

Is 2011 seriously here?  Someone needs to slow the clock down, because I am so not ready. 

I mean, Connor turns five in 2011.  Five.  That's halfway through a decade, for Pete's sake.  My little guy is not ever allowed to turn five, so 2011 will just have to turn back into 2010.  That kid is getting entirely too big.  And what about me?  I'll be a scant year away from thirty years old, which is completely unacceptable.  Of course I already have grey hair, but seriously I'm not finished with my twenties yet.

Besides, I haven't fully recovered from 2010 yet.  I mean, look at all of the stuff that happened!  Jeremy got back on his feet, we moved into our amazing house, experienced gerbil cannibalism, started the adoption process, Connor had about eight billion seizures but also began standing with support, and I joined roller derby-- among many other crazy things!  Not exactly the boring year I was hoping for, but overall we had a pretty good time anyway.  So I figure we should throw at least a couple more days of 2010 in there just to give Jer and I a chance to kind of wrap everything up. 


Christmas 2009



 Oh, and did I mention that this is my 753rd blog post?  There's nothing particularly special about that number except that seriously how the heck have I written 753 blog posts?  That is a staggering amount of writing about things like poop explosions.  And since I don't exactly put a ton of effort into these things (because then blogging would be work and I wouldn't want to do it anymore) goodness knows how many times I've used the words 'really,''very,' and 'anyway' in that ridiculous number of posts.  I haven't exactly been writing the Great American Novel here, and it's still a wonder to me that people not only want to read about Connor's poop explosions, but then they want to comment and write me long e-mails giving advice on proper poop containment and sharing their own poignant or hilarious poop explosion stories with me. 

Really, you are all amazing!

But as wonderful as all of your commiserating and moral support is, it still doesn't make me any more ready for 2011.  Since Father Time doesn't seem to be taking suggestions from me at the moment however, I guess I'll just have to get used to it, even if it will take me three or four months at the earliest before I quit writing 2010 on all of my checks.  Force of habit is a powerful thing.

 So since I'm stuck with 2011, I hope the year will be a good one.  I'm not going to ask for a boring year, because our family doesn't do boring.  But I hope that it's exciting in a good way, and I wish you all the same! 
~Jess



Christmas 2010