Look! I made a person.

This entry was posted on September 12, 2015, in AMYgdala-la-la-land. Bookmark the permalink. 37 Comments

I’ve recently taken a hiatus from my blog because I was busy with a new endeavor. I made a person.

Young Frankenstien

Well, I didn’t make this person completely by myself. I had some help.

Igor

Fortunately, (or maybe unfortunately?) it didn’t require that I become a mad scientist following in the footsteps of Dr. Victor Frankenstein, but instead, I became a mother.

Motherhood, although fairly common, still feels a bit surreal to me. Never in a million years did I think it would be okay to let someone sh*t all over me.  Yet, in the past month, I have found myself involuntarily covered in poo on more than one occasion, AND I keep going back! What IS that? And, I feel so INCREDIBLY lucky that this guy, the one who sh*t all over me, is healthy! What is this world coming to?!  It is bizarre-o world, and it seems I love it.

Henry is thinking

37 thoughts on “Look! I made a person.”

  4. Love the blog, Amy. I am so thrilled for you that you have become a mom. There is nothing better! It can be so hard sometimes and so fun other times. Nothing has been as rewarding for me as watching my two kids grow to adults.

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  6. Hold on, (stupid WordPress! I have a LOT more to say than that- haa…) Maybe that’s the universe telling me to keep it short. 😉 So I will. Just want to say, that I’m so freaking happy for you. Take a gazillion pictures. Oh! And brainwash him. Because mine are all like, 18+ and they have like, their own goofy things going on (like their lives) and I never get to see them and they have their own thoughts, ideas, beliefs, and values and it’s- all just ridiculous. Like a conspiracy. So yeah- start when he’s little (like 2 weeks) sort of Svengali-like, right? So that when he’s older he’ll be MK-Ultra’d into seeing you like clockwork every other day or so. (It’s too late for me and mine.)

    Yahpoo! <<<<< I'm not kidding. I honest-to-God tried to type YaHOO and that's what came out. Freudian slip or not- that sucker's staying…haha… x

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    • HAhaaaaa!!! That cracks me up that it accidentally came out “Yahpoo!!” I’m glad you kept it!!

      I will do my best to start the subliminal “visit all the time” messages right now! And take lots and lots of pictures! Auntie Brigitta 😉

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      • I’m dead serious- that’s how it came out, so I knew it was destined to be there…heheh. They grow up so fast! One ear they’re slobbering and the next they’re sneaking out of the house. I am positively ticked pink for you. 🙂 He’s going to want a sister you know. (That’s what I did. Brianna and then Brian. They were like twins! Only 1 year and 11 months apart.)

        Well I can’t wait to see how Jr. grows over the coming years. No doubt he’s going to be just as funny and as talented as his Mama. (And Daddy!) ;0)

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  15. Congrats! My daughter once did a projectile poo that splattered onto my nightgown, around about at shoulder height, while I was changing her nappy – in the middle of the night of course. Bet you never imagined talking about poo so much. Parenthood really made me a lot less precious about such stuff!

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    • Woweee!! Thank you for stopping by. I’m so glad to see you!!

      I am working on a post now, but between going back to work at the crisis center, working on my own business, having the baby, and mostly OVER THINKING it, it’s taken me a month, so far, to write the post! HA!

      I think I just need to inhale a bottle of merlot, hit publish, and hope for the best 😀

      Either way, I will be sure to include a picture of Henry in it for you!

      Thank you, so much B, for being such a source of support and encouragement for me. ❤

      Wait, I was just at your site for a sec and skimmed a few things…are you back together with your bf? Wow have I been missing out!!!

      xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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      • Hey, you’re welcome, Amy. 🙂 I second that on the “Merlot inhalation”! Remember, you’ve got a good 7 years or so to get your “party animal” on (I would recommend doing so with Sesame Street breaks- it’s the bomb- haha) and then, unfortunately, it’s Sober City (where fun goes to die). At least for a little while. ;0) Just think: “permanently pregnant”.

        Really though, on a serious note, when my kids entered the 7-10 age bracket, I knew I was running out of time (with some things) because they were starting to watch me a lot closer then! So, I made some necessary changes- which completely sucked, I might add- and for the next 10 years proceeded to be all “Suzy Sunshine” and June Cleaver.

        Fast forward another 9 years. They’re all grown and have left the house, and I can finally be as wild and crazy as I want! Unfortunately, having to have lived as a cake-baking, story-telling “fun Mom” for so long, I’ve now adopted those habits and it’s probably not a bad thing in the long run. 🙂

        In short, you’ve got 7 years left to be wild and crazy. Haha….

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  19. Congrats, he’s adorable. I know what you mean, when I had my son I was shocked that everything he did was so cute, it felt weird that it was a ll cute, but perfectly right at the same time. 🙂

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