So it’s been a while, I know. And no excuses. But, I guess you can say, it’s been quite a year.
Els completed a successful year of PRE-K. My husband is as busy as ever with a huge slate of movies/tv shows in development. We rescued a tiny little puppy, named, Bear. And oh, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Like I said, it’s been quite a year!
But now, I’m back into the groove of things and excited to get this blog back up and running. So many new recipes, crafts and mommy-isms to write about. And not to mention hilarious puppy anecdotes and musings.
My brain, thankfully is fine and healthy! It was shocking for sure. Extremely rare. And also benign. And with successful surgery and radiation, completely on the right track.
I look back and am so thankful to my friends and family that supported me. Without them, I don’t think I would have been the same smiling, laughing patient that I was. I remember my friend staying up all night and hand feeding me pudding. My mother cooking me every meal so that I could avoid hospital food while she ate nothing. My brother shedding a tear when receiving the phone call. And my husband and daughter being so brave and strong even when things felt so scary and alone.
And through all the poking and prodding, going through major brain surgery, being bedridden, and rehabilitating… I can’t help but look back and think, (as cliché as it may sound) I wouldn’t change a thing.
I learned that kids are resilient. And with the proper words, actions and guidance they can get through anything. Els, never spent a day without me let alone a night. And she went 2 weeks, strong. She went 2 weeks being a 4-year-old that showed support and understanding. And seeing that, made me strong.
I never shed a tear for myself during that time. Only for her. This, I guess is parenthood.
SO, my name is Jane. And I am a Leo. My daughter Els, is a Capricorn. I would consider myself more sweet. Els, definitely spicy. And so it goes…
I like to eat dessert before dinner, but if I had to choose between dessert or dinner it would always be dinner. Els – she chooses snacks.
I love everything stripes. Els loves polka dots. Together, we sometimes look like a walking hot-striped-polka-dotted mess.
I have this thing where I can’t resist looking at a vending machine in passing. Especially in other countries. Els can’t resist them either. She finds extreme joy pushing quarters into the slot one by one and pressing the giant, lit-up buttons.
It seems that everyday, I surprise myself at how much I DON’T know, and Els surprises me everyday of how much she DOES.
For instance: did you know that sunflower seeds come from sunflowers? And that clouds are nothing but condensed water vapor? I bet you Els does. Well maybe not the cloud thing, we both just call them giant fluffs.
I would consider myself the absolute antithesis of what people would call a ‘snob.’ In fact, I would seat Valentino, Descartes and Charlie Brown all at the same table and be okay with it. Els is the same. She hosts sit down parties with zebras and lions sharing tea biscuits. Not to mention Cookie Monster and Barbie sharing a bath.
Lastly, I have an extraordinary selective talent/memory for remembering everything I wore on every occasion. Same goes for everything I ate. Els – she remembers everything I tell her I am going to buy her – next time.
And that is that. My 22 month old, and I.
My husband and I can’t help but laugh when we think of her. Just in that zesty, hilarious kind of way.
Indeed, we are very much: attached at the hip, similar yet so different, best, true love, good old bosom buddy, forever and ever and EVER, friends…
Before I had a baby, I had what seems like – ALL the time in the world. I could do anything. I could do nothing. At anytime. Any day. I could be. Not be. And be again. That was my life. Easy breezy. Sleepy lazy. Time.
It’s funny and kind of, unfunny all at the same time, that I choose now as opposed to then to start this blog. Specifically because my time is now defined by cold and unbuttered half eaten english muffins and a barely there shower if you will. But I guess, just like deciding to have a baby or quitting smoking or starting your first novel — there’s never the perfect time to do it. You just gotta do it.
So here I am! A recent transplant from the Great White North to the sunny Southern coast. From single to dating to married. Childless to with child. From toques to sombreros. And long johns to sunscreen – Welcome! As I fervently brave the land of everything mommy and baby, food and frenzy, calm, stupor, creating, living, love and all its findings…
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