I’m not a big birthday person, I really never have been. I just don’t like that on your birthday everyone asks “how’s your birthday?” “Are you having a good birthday?” And you are expected to say yes. Well what if you are having a bad day?! Maybe you woke up with a headache, or the outfit you wanted to wear just didn’t fit right, or anything? What if it’s not a good day, then you have to tell everyone “no, I’m not having a good birthday” and they think you are just a grump.
None of those things happen to me. My birthday was yesterday and I am happy to report it was a pretty good day.
I wore my new shoes from Sole Society and I love them!
And I got some pretty nice gifts.
Like this little piggy from fruitflypie, from my sisters.
We went to VG Bistro in Roswell. The food was excellent, but I would suggest passing on the desserts. .
Instead stop by the Krispy Kreme down the road. All in all it was a good birthday. There was no embarrassing awkward surprise party at work (I’ve been at my same company for five years) So I was quite relived by that. I got a grand total of 118 happy birthday posts on my Facebook time line, 1 Facebook message, 7 emails, 14 text messages, 2 ecards and 2 paper cards. I feel very loved. And my girls danced for me while Yael sang happy birthday in Hebrew. I think they we’re confused as to why there were no toys.
I never thought I’d be one of those women who lied about their age, but it turns out I am. From here on out I am 32. Until I’m 60, then I’ll turn 50.
Today girls you are 1/2 a year old, six months you have lived. You have changed so much in these six months, I can’t begin to understand how tiny humans can go through such a huge transformation in such a short time. You no longer scream bloody murder when we change your diaper, in fact you enjoy it, like it’s another fun game we play. You eat three times as much as you did your first week alive and your are three times the size. It has been such a pleasure to have have the chance to be your mom and to get to know who you are and try to figure out who you will be, I look forward to the next six months and cherish the these past six. There are things I wanted to do for you before you were born that wasn’t able to mostly because I was in too much pain. I have gotten to some of those things and others I have forgotten about and realized they are no longer important. I wanted to tell you the story of your birth before you turned six months, but I just haven’t had the time to write it down, I promise I will do it before your first birthday. I also want to congratulate you and say thank you for being such good little breast feeders, I am so proud of you and my self for have accomplished that, another story I will tell before you turn one. Your Abba and I have a fun first summer planned for you, you won’t remember it except from the millions of pictures we will take but we will know you loved it because your smiles say everything.
Dear Talia, My first born. You were suppose to be baby B, or so we thought, you were the whole time you were inside me. You insisted on going first and thus created a jam for both of you. You were so tiny. Your arm was the size of my index finger, the skin around it so soft and wrinkly. Your eyes blinked equally from the top and bottom. Despite being so tiny you made sure to always let everyone know exactly how you felt good and bad. You still do. You smile at everyone! Your scream with every ounce of emotion when you are unhappy, which we are quickly realizing can be because you are hungry, tired or want the toy that Jordan has. We let you get away with that now, but eventually you will not always get your way. You love to sleep with something on your face, your lovey, your blanket or your hands. Your favorite toy for a long time was the multi color orb rattle, but now you seem to love the crinkle book. You love to jump and jump and jump. In the past few days your face has started to change, I’m not sure how to describe how but you look more girly, your smile is getting bigger, your cheeks fuller I’m not sure it’s possible but I think you get sweeter everyday. I love that you are my baby, I miss you when you are sleeping, I love waking up to your cries (since you usually wake up first). Talia, your name morning dew suites you perfect, you are such a sweet gentle part of my morning, you are dramatic and beautiful. I love you. Happy 1st half birthday.
Dear Jordan, You have my initials that I had before I got married, so when you are ready for big girl jewelry, let me know and I will give you all my jewelry with my JMS monogram. You were born bright red, the color of a beet. I still don’t know why, no one at your hospital seem to be worried about it. You had the roundest fullest cheeks, you still do. You are such a sweet baby, you are calm and reserved, you go with the flow, you rarely cry. So when you do, we can’t help but jump because something must be wrong if YOU are crying. For the longest time you were our good sleeper, sleeping all the time, sometimes hard to wake up and recently you decided you had no interest in bed time and would just cry, loud. We couldn’t help but give in, I hope you enjoyed those nights when you got to stay up late and fall asleep in your swing because we don’t plan on letting you do that often. You are a kind baby always checking on your big sister, patting her head and reaching for her hand. You give the best baby hugs and are such a good snuggler. You love to sleep in the carrier, and I thank you for that. I love that I can wear my baby while she sleeps so peacefully, its a good feeling for a mommy. You have learned how to blow spit through your lips and love to do it, all day long, spiting all over yourself and anyone who dares to come close. You love your feet, you have mastered the happy baby yoga pose, they should call it the happy mommy because nothing makes me smile more. You love stories, you are s a great listener, even if you just stare at me and not the book, I’m ok with that. I’m writing this as you sleep, I wish I could wake you to play with me, but I won’t, I’ll sleep myself and look forward to the morning. Where when you wake, you’ll tuck your hands into your neck, and stretch your elbows way up over your head before you can be bothered to open your eyes for the day. I love you. Happy 1st 1/2 birthday.
Happy birthday to my sweet, hard working, caring, fun, funny and amazing as a father Husband. Thank you for spending your birthday the way you are, you are good man and I am lucky to have you as mine. Cheers to a great year past and 100 more to come. Love you and I know our little stinky pants do too!
Here’s the Birthday card I made for him on Shutterfly from the girls!
The girls have a special visitor staying with us this week. Sabba (grandfather, my husbands father) came all the way from Israel to meet the twins for the first time in person. And I think everyone is in love! The girls laugh and smile at Sabba and Sabba can’t seem to get enough of the girls. He holds them and feeds them and they love it when he talks to them. And on top of everything else yesterday was Sabbas birthday! So we decorated and sang and blew out candles. It was the girls first birthday party that they went to and they love balloons! They know all about them from their book about balloons.
Another month has gone by. I told my little babies that they are not allowed to get any bigger! Obviously they don’t listen and of course I don’t really want them to stop growing, I just want to keep them this small forever. Right now I can still hold a baby in one hand as she curls up on my chest. This is one of my favorite things to do. While they may have only gained a pound or so in the last month it’s other stuff that makes them seem so much more grown up. They look at me when I talk to them, smile when they think something is funny. I know it’s not just a gas smile because our babies pass gas like grown men, loud and smelly. They listen to books and react to changes in their surroundings. Jordan, who jumps at every noise, was startled by the picture changing on the TV and Talia, who doesn’t like to sleep loves to listen to me read a book. Our favorite book of the moment is if I were a giraffe. Each page has a texture to touch.
And so another month has passed, we think we have this mommy/abba thing down pretty good for now. We are really excited about our little family and all the things that we will do together. We love watching our girls grow and change and I’m glad I’ll have this blog to look back on and remember how small they were.
Jordan on the left, Talia on the right
Today Talia and Jordan are six weeks old! A month and a half already?! They are growing up so fast and we are having such a great time getting to know each other. I wanted to take a picture of the girls in the same setting each month so that we can really see how much they are changing and growing, but it has taken me six weeks to choose the setting for that photo, so here it is…
What a month, I’m a mother of two. I feed them change them, bathe them, play with them, cuddle them (my favorite) and worry about every little thing. I’ve learned a lot in the past month, how to soothe a baby, how to determine why a baby won’t sleep and how to sleep my self when I think every little noise through the monitor will turn into a raging fit, it hardly ever does. I loved the past month, it hasn’t been easy, recovering from pregnancy and child birth, dealing with bells palsy physically and emotionally and learning to adjust to our new life with three hour feeding rotations and 8:30 bed time (for the grown ups)!
With hesitation I say I am excited to see what the next month will bring. While I can’t wait to see my babies grow and change, I don’t want to wish away a single second of the time I have with them.
Today is my moms’ birthday. She’s in NC and I’m in GA so I don’t get to celebrate with her but I hope what ever she chooses to do today is fun! Until recently we never knew how old our mom was (I have two sisters), she was always just in her early 30’s, which seamed reasonable to me, until I got to high school, then it was a little fishy. I did my detective work and found out how old she really was, and once I did I realized it really didn’t matter, she’d always be my mom no matter how old either of us got. A few years ago my mom and her friend threw themselves a big birthday party in honor of thier milestone years, it was a lot of fun, I’m look ing forward to the next big party. But for now here are a few pics I have of my mom and me. I think she looks beautiful.
Taken right before my graduation from the 5th grade.
taken at my wedding June 27, 2010
Happy birthday Mom, have a great day. Love you and miss you.