mommy musings

Thursday, my baby Kain turned one. Except I'm in complete denial about it, so I'm sparing you the long sappy picture post. Because I don't want him to be one. How did that happen so fast?

It's almost surreal to think that my sweet baby boy will soon be talking back with the best of them, telling me "no" and getting a huge kick out of begging mommy and daddy to put together the Thomas wooden train tracks, only to hop on the train table like Godzilla and destroy the whole thing.

And I won't be able to help but laugh when they do it, because I know exactly who they got that crazy energy from.

I'm having a bit of mommy guilt because we didn't throw a huge "Happy first Birthday" bash like we did for Rowen. You would have thought Ro just graduated from Law School with the party I threw that first year. Probably somewhere around 30 people, and all their kids. In my tiny backyard. Chaos ensued, no doubt. I think I was celebrating "I survived my (our, but I planned the whole thing like only a crazy mom would) first year of parenthood" just as much as we were celebrating our baby's first birthday.

But this year, for Kain's first birthday, we wanted to keep it low key, due to our hectic schedule. And to add insult to injury, mommy came down with some sort of virus that's been plaguing me since Thursday afternoon. Good stuff. So the few that were invited to the mini party were uninvited by my germs. My little sister brought over some cupcakes, and it turns out, Kain wanted NOTHING to do with his. He didn't want to open presents and started crying when he got frosting on his fingers. His discontent with the whole birthday ordeal made me feel MUCH better about that no-party thing.

Rowen, however, fully enjoyed the cupcakes. So much so that this morning, while I still had sleepy eyes, he helped himself to a giant chocolate one for breakfast. Sweet (he followed it with a cup of milk and a banana, so they morning wasn't completely ruined by high fructose corn syrup).

And Kain's new birthday toys are the hit of the house. Note to parents with small children: the Playskool Busy Ball popper = greatest toy EVER (well, if they could figure out a way to NOT lose all of the balls in less than 5 minutes!) Thanks Aunt Cathy!! The boys are simply fascinated. More so Rowen, age 3, than baby Kain, whom the gift was intended for. But no fret, this simply gives Baby Kain the opportunity to completely destroy Rowen's Island of Sodor, uninterrupted by screams of "MOM GET THE BABY HE'S TAKING MY TRAINS!!!"

(please note Rowen's arms waving in the air in pre-temper tantrum meltdown)

Anyway. I had been going back and forth, back and forth, on how to plan my long runs for the next three weeks until Beach 2 Battleship. Do I take this weekend to recover (even though my legs feel great)? Do I hop right back on the train? (running, not Thomas). Everyone i asked seemed to have a different idea. But my body, and this wonderful virus, had the final decision.

Sitting on the couch and regulating the chaos on the Island of Sodor it is :)