Happy Six-Month Birthday, Little Nephew

O —

You turned six months old yesterday and, even though it is cliched, wowza has the time flown!

Perhaps my most dear and precious memory of you is holding you the day after you were born.  You were so tiny, so perfect, and you slept quietly in my arms.  You, in fact, slept for so long that my arm fell asleep from holding you in position and your Grandma had to come rescue you before I dropped you on the floor.

I had not felt as much happiness as I did on that day before or ever since.  The second other happiest time was your mom and dad getting married.  I can still get teary about that.  Your mom, my sister, has brought so much joy into my world just by being herself and living her life, I don’t think she even realizes it.

Your mom keeps me updated with pictures and each one brings about in me an intense longing to be where  you are, wherever you are.  It breaks my heart now, that I haven’t been there for more of those memories.  You’re eating squash and you have your first tooth.  I can see in pictures that you’re going to be crawling any moment.

I think you don’t realize how fast a baby will grow.  Your mom even has you on a sort-of schedule now, and I think she is getting tiny bits of rest here and there.  You know her, though — there is always more she wants to be doing.  She has hit the trail of parenthood running, and I knew it wouldn’t be any other way.

I know you don’t realize it yet, but you are growing up in a great family of love.  Oh, there are so many people that love you, Mr. O.  It kills your grandma that she hasn’t been able to make it back for a couple of months and this whole time I have been sick, one of the main things I think of is that I need to get  better so I can come see you.  And you also have other grandparents, and aunts, and cousins.  They all love you so much and can’t wait to see you more often.

It isn’t easy taking care of a baby, or so it seems, but I want you to know that your mom is doing a bang-up job.  I  have never seen someone more coordinated, more competent, with so much love for you.  No matter what, you’ll always have your mom.  When  you get old enough, make sure she gets the edible peanut butter play dough recipe from Grandma.  There is nothing better.

I write this with tears in my eyes: because I am so happy you are a baby in existence on this Earth, that I can lay special Auntie Rose claim to, and because I wish circumstances were different and I got to see you grow up more.  Just know, Auntie Rose will always be there for you, no matter the time, the day, the event.  I will do my best to be a good aunt for you, Mr. O.  I love you dearly.


Auntie Rose


The Unexcitable Birthday Boy

DSB and I vary in many different respects, but one of our more glaring differences is in the “excitability” department.  I get excited by many things, by dogs being silly, by a new hair tie, a new shirt, DSB taking the trash to the road, mashed potatoes for dinner.  DSB gets excited about nothing, and I mean nothing.  A cool new power tool for his shop gets you a smile, possibly.  Country fried steak for dinner gets you a big thank-you, but no excitement.  I honestly think he could win the lottery and just say, “Hey, that’s cool,” and move onto welding the next piece of fence.  He just doesn’t get excited.

And he gets the opposite of excited around holidays, including his own birthday.  I don’t know how many times I’ve heard, “It’s just another day,” during the weeks leading up, as QoB and I try to make dinner plans and figure out what cake he wants.  In the end, we wrangled out of him that he would most enjoy a fish-fry, but would not commit on a cake, giving my mom two options, “so she can do whatever is best for her.”

DSB’s birthday is tomorrow and he will be the big 4-2.  It’s not that he’s worried about getting older, because I know he’s not, it’s that he doesn’t want anyone making a big deal or going out of their way for him.  He likes to go out of his way for other people, but feels awkward when someone does it for him, because that’s just how he was raised and also that is how his life has been over the years.  DSB is not accustomed to people making a fuss over him, and I live in a family of fussers.

I don’t have a lot of money, but I do know how to find a bargain.  There is a discount hardware store in town, and I knew that $50 would go a long, long way.  I also know, from listening to DSB talk about work, that there are a lot of smaller items that he is needing.  Armed with my calculator, a coupon, and a little bit of money on my debit card, I headed out to wage battle with the unwashed masses at the always-packed Harbor Freight.

After grabbing a cart, I headed straight for the screwdriver/hammer/etc aisle.  I have been in the store many times with DSB, so I luckily know where most everything is at.  What I wasn’t prepared for, is just how many different sets of screwdrivers there were.  Picking up each package and holding it right before my nose so I could see, I scrutinized a wall of screwdriver sets that would put Home Depot to shame.  Finally selecting what I thought was the best product for the price, I moved on.

I knew DSB really needed a no-bounce hammer because Mom stole his.  What I ran into, again, is that there was a large variety to choose from.  I put one in the cart, looked at it, put it back.  Put another one in the cart, looked at it, put it back, until finally I found one that I thought replaced the one he had before.

This continued on throughout the store.  Standing in awe in front of massive displays of any kind of tool you can imagine, picking each one up, pondering, considering.  I was in Harbor Freight for over an hour.  That might be a new record, considering it’s not an exactly huge place.

DSB ended up with a screwdriver set, pliers set, no-bounce hammer, two metal C-clamps, utility scissors, large container of bungee cords, and (mostly for my benefit) a huge tub of Goop hand cleaner.  I was excited, I was thrilled.  I only went over my budget by ten dollars, I got some amazing deals, and I was positive DSB was going to like all of my selections.

When I got out to the parking lot, I texted him and said, “Get ready to open some presents.  Soon!”  I know it’s silly, but I was so excited that I couldn’t wait for tomorrow and I was literally foisting these packages on him as soon as I pulled up the driveway to the garage where he works.  I’m happy to say that he had a big grin on his face and gave me a tight hug and a sweet kiss.

I told him the story of my shopping spree, about my indecision in just which set of screwdrivers to pick and the amazing assortment of no-bounce hammers, and I had him laughing so hard that tears were coming out the corners of his eyes.  So, excitable, no.  Easily pleased and amused?  Yes!

100 Followers and Happy (Almost) Birthday

So, it’s only taken me a few years to gain 100 followers, and, ya know, the old Rose would be very bothered by that, but the new Rose thinks it’s kind of funny.  I started this blog, hoping to wildly popular, like Dooce, or something.  Since then, it’s evolved more into a tool I use to process and bring about clarity and better mental health.  So while I am thankful for my 100 followers, I’m not going to try and figure all that out, I’m going to just keep rolling with what I do.

I will be the big 3-2 in exactly 56 minutes.  32 feels much older than 31, but maybe I’m just feeling wiser.  I know a lot of good things have happened and great progress been made in year 31 of the Rose.  I have high hopes for 32, as well.

I celebrated my birthday with my family tonight.  My sister even drove in from the big city, which is a BFD, because she is busy and super special and pregnant, to top it all off.  It made my whole month to see her and know that she was showing up just to make my day a little more special.  And she makes an awesome carrot cake.  Just a bonus, ya know.

I’m not sure what my actual birthday has in store for me, other than hopefully French toast that I have aggressively been hinting around to DSB about.  Including buying syrup and making sure we have plenty of bread and eggs.  He’d better take the hint.  It would also be nice if there was coffee made when I got up, but that might be pushing it.

I plan to swim in my new pool and float around on the raft my sister gave me for my birthday.  I also plan to clean up my dining room and kitchen because, well, they’re nasty and, even though it’s my birthday, no one else is gonna do it.  Just facing facts here.

I am currently enjoying a new Yankee candle in my favorite scent, Lilac, given by my Dad and his wife on Thursday at that birthday celebration. I’m also celebrating the fact that Dad put another $100 on my Amazon account so I can keep on reading like a fiend.

I feel very lucky approaching year 32 that I still have amazing parents who are in good health, a precious sister and brother-in-law who will make me an aunt soon (mid-January), and I, of course, am grateful for DSB…and my pups, duh.  My life would be meaningless without these people and without this love.  I’m glad I realize that now.  Here’s to better living through chemistry!

Fiesta Birthday

Birthday celebrations commence today for my 29th.  I’m almost 30 and I’m not freaking out, NOT EVEN A LITTLE.  Haha.  My actual birthday isn’t until tomorrow, but in true Rose fashion, I will be celebrating all week.

Dad is throwing me a little fiesta this evening.  My hopes are that my very pregnant step-sister and fam will be able to participate.  She is scheduled for a c-section on Wednesday but may have the baby before then.  Either way, I just hope that she and the baby come out of the ordeal happy and healthy.

Tomorrow night is dinner at Mom’s.  My every-year birthday dinner — BBQ chicken, fideo, and asparagus.  Oh-so-tasty.  Big Dog is the best griller in town.  Then on Saturday, we are going out on the lake.  I’m sure it will be plenty hot enough, which is funny, because my birthday usually starts to mark the downturn of summer, but I don’t think that will be the case with the weather we have been having and is forecasted.

Dr. Love and I had a nice, relaxing evening last night.  No obsessing about the houses, just chillaxin’.  I even was able to watch a few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy that I had DVR’d.  Apparently I missed an entire season, which I am now able to catch up on.

I’ve been up since early o’ clock today, getting a few things done.  I figure that’s fine, since I went to bed last night at 8:00 p.m.  What can I say, I was very tired and brain-drained from my meeting with the statistician who will be directing the pilot studies of my new trauma groups.  Looks like I am going to be swamped at work now, but that’s good because sometimes I don’t have enough to do and I find myself doing busy-work, which can get boring.   I am ready to be challenged!

MGMT, Kids