Overflow

We have lots of family in for the summer. They are all staying at Casa De Mom, so when my sister Yoli had a friend coming in from Israel, Casa De Wroblewski became overflow housing.

It was such a nice experience to be able to host them for a few days. My sister's friend showed me how to make really good authentic Sushi and we had babysitting for a few days so Brian and I were able to go out for dinner a few times. (I think I gained 2 lbs in the process). It was really nice to have a house full of people that I like.

I just can't get over it

From time to time, I find myself just falling in love with the most random things. For example, I always get a kick out of how enormous Brian's feet look when he stands on our bathroom scale. Or how when he's talking about something and gets really excited, he has a very slight lisp. I love those random things. I fall in love with them, forget about it, and then fall in love with it all over again with the same joy and level of intensity I'd have if I had just noticed it for the first time.

Before Brian, I didn't have many significant relationships. Most guys got on my nerves too quickly for a serious relationship to ever materialize. However, I always enjoyed the entire life cycle of the relationship. Usually it went something like this:

1. Infatuation Stage. "That guy is awesome!"
2. He Likes Me Too Stage. "We are dating! How Fun!"
3. He eats His Popcorn Too Loud Stage. "I can't date a loud popcorn eater."
4. I Can't See You Anymore Stage. "If I'm breaking up with you, why does it still hurt?"

Even the process of breaking up was something to appreciate. A few weeks before we got married, I entered into a mini-depression. I actually grieved the loss of breaking up. "I'll never sing along to a break up song with the same emotion again!" I whined to my roommate. She thought I was crazy.

Now I realize that perhaps I was depressed because I didn't know the ending. I always knew how my other relationships would end. Getting married meant giving up control. I couldn't imagine loving anyone as much as I loved, say, my sisters. It's natural to love your sisters. Not so much to commit to loving forever and making a family with a guy you've only known for a year or two.

It was around that time that I saw some celebrity on a talk show talking about being married for a long time. The interviewer, (I think it was Regis), asked her, "How do you stay in love after so many years?" The celebrity said something about love staying alive when you fall in love all over again with little things. She gave the example of sitting with her husband and looking down and seeing his hand and just feeling a great deal of love for his hand. For some reason, that made sense to me, and I remember thinking, "Well, I hope that's me in the next 30 years."

It gives me a great deal of satisfaction to tell you that I no longer mourn the loss of the "break up". Instead, I take in the joyful feeling of falling in love with the little things. What's even better is that I get to experience this with my little Aimee as well. After a year of looking at her little toes, I still want to put them in my pocket and take them with me where ever I go.

Around the neighborhood

I have a neighbor that's a FREAK about her lawn. She does maintainance on it at least 3 times a week. Part of her regimen includes trimming the grass that borders the sidewalk and driveway. with scissors. by hand. so that it's perfectly rounded. in her bra. In fact, she does all of her lawn maintainance in her bra. No, it's not a bikini top. I've had 3 years of sneaking peaks to confirm that it is in fact, foundation wear and not swim wear. We've become accustomed to it and have even learned to be comfortable with greeting her when we are on a walk and she's in her underwear, although conversations have proven to be much more difficult to muster up.

Yesterday was the day she needed to mow her lawn into perfectly straight lines, and let me tell you, nothing in the world could come between her and her lawn mower and her bra. Not even even if it meant her putting on a show for the 10 guys that were putting a new roof on my house. The crew leader promised me the work would be finished by 4 or 5 pm. They finished up around 6 or 6:30. Thanks a lot Bra Lady!

The Saga Continues

The nasty villian known as the "Double Ear Infection" has returned. This time, I was perceptive enough to catch it before Aimee got too uncomfortable. I took her to Urgent Care this morning and the receptionist said that she was acting and looked fine. This was the same receptionist that checked me in when I took her to have her finger checked because she smashed it the night before and woke up with a fingertip that looked like a blueberry. That was the day that the Nurse told me that I need to use my mother's intuition and common sense before rushing her to the doctor every time she has an Ow-ie. I got my money back that day, but I gained a reputation as an over-reacting first timer mom. I guess I'd rather be known as an overreacting mom than a mom to a kid with a raging ear-infection that didn't do anything about it because she was worried that she'd be thought of as an over-reactor.

Walking

Aimee will be walking any week now. She's caught herself standing without any support a few times and didn't know what to do with herself. I've tried to spend the last few evenings walking up and down the living room/dining room with her little walker. This is really exciting stuff. My cousin said that my whole life will change when she starts walking. My whole life has changed several times over the past year and 9 months. I'm finally learning to look forward to it and enjoy it.

Favorite new toy

Brian does that when he's trying to focus too

Like a chunky girl at fat camp...

Aimee's First Necklace.

Notice

I resigned from my job today. My last day is July 7. Signing that letter was more difficult than I expected it to be. I really like my job and I have no complaints about it. The people I worked with and for are really amazing. I did it because I want to be a full time mom. (Who ever thought you'd here THOSE words coming out of my mouth?).

I'm excited to enter into this new stage in my life, but it's still a scary thing.