**I apologize for the no-picture post. WordPress won’t let me add any, and I don’t have the energy to fight a website today. Just refer to my Facebook for photos. That’s where I came up with the monthly information anyway, because, honestly – who can remember what happened yesterday, let alone all of last year?
Well, I think we can honestly say this hasn’t been the best year for my blog. Sorry ’bout that.
BUT. I’ve been seriously lacking here, because this really has been the best year for me IRL. At the end of 2013, I was positive that was the best year I’d ever have – finding out I was pregnant in January, and a short (read: very long) ten months later holding my baby girl for the first time as she cried her little raspy, dinosaur-y wail. That year definitely held some of the happiest moments of my life.
And while those were super-huge events that rank in the Top Five of my life, watching her grow, crawl, walk, learn, laugh, talk, climb, destroy over this past year has been so special and fun and just downright amazing that it’s truly been my favorite time of life. I imagine it only gets better from here. (At least until year 13.)
The funny thing about 2014 being such a good year is that nothing significant really happened. It was just good.
In March, we took a trip to the Hamptons and NYC, which obviously was a highlight of. my. life. (It could have been slightly better if the temperature had risen above 46 degrees, but I’m certainly not complaining.) We passed Conan O’Brien trying to cross the street at Central Park. He’s really tall. (Also stayed in the same hotel with that guy from Jurassic Park. Don’t remember his name. But I saw him fastening his belt over coffee one morning. I live the life, y’all.)
In May, I turned 28. It hasn’t been nearly as scary as I thought it would be.
In June, we took a trip to Atlanta, where Charlotte and I ate stupid-good hotel breakfast every morning, watched HGTV and took baths every afternoon, and perused the most amazing Lenox Square Mall every evening with Evan when he got off work. (I love his job. Now, if it could only take us back to Dallas…)
Also, Faith turned 13, and our lives haven’t been the same since. (Pray for us.)
In July, we went to Topsail for Charlotte’s first beach trip. Which she hated. (Is she even my child?) Then back to Atlanta for more hotel breakfasts, baths and mall-perusing. Hashtag spoiled.
In August, Charlotte started walking. And I saw two little pink lines on a stick. (August was an overwhelming month, AS YOU CAN IMAGINE.) Baby Brother will be here sometime around May 1, making 2015 another pretty fantastic year, I figure.
In September, we took a weekend trip with my parents to Blackwater Falls (goodness, we take a lot of trips). Camping isn’t Charlotte’s favorite thing, either. Also, my husband turned Five Years Away From 40. Let’s mourn.
In October, we celebrated Charlotte’s first birthday with a small, sensible, thrown-together party. (Evan is rolling his eyes so hard right now.) Whatever. Babies only turn one once. (And two once. And three…)
In November, we traveled to North Carolina for our nephew’s first birthday, Charlotte FINALLY slept in her crib all night, the College Football Playoff Committee about sent my husband off his rocker, and Marshall lost the first heartbreaking game of the season.
In December, Christian turned 9, we had two-straight weeks of house guests, Charlotte panic-screamed over Santa … twice (because I’m a good mom and thought it was hilarious), Marshall won the conference championship and we stormed the field. I went to my 20-week ultrasound, where the gender of the baby was revealed, except Evan had re-scheduled his work trip to that week, so I had to wait until Christmas Eve – an ENTIRE week later – to find out it’s a boy. We had a fantastic Christmas where we all were stupid-spoiled (like, embarrassingly).
And here we are. New Year’s Eve. Also, our wedding anniversary. (Happy three mostly-wonderful-but-sometimes-I’d-like-to-punch-you-in-the-face years, Evan! You’re my favorite.)
I’m looking forward to 2015. Partly because I have new sheets for our bed and that’s just divine, but mostly because I know it’s going to be full of love, fun and happiness.
And a newborn. There’s going to be a whole lot of newborn-ness. And toddler-ness. And teenager-ness. You might want to send help.