Monthly Archives: June 2009
Sorry the video is sideways. I cant figure out how to fix it and I always forget to film right side up. Anyhow, a short clip of Lillienne in the jolly jumper. I believe this was taken the first night we brought it home. Since then, she has gotten rug burn blisters on her big toe and baby toe in her right foot. Also, she can bounce alot higher now. Action shots to follow at another date!
And yes, I painted her toenails. First Pecicure. The past 24 hours have been big for my little girl. First TOOTH discovered, poking through the surface…First Rollover from back to front while Cara was over visiting and having lunch. All of this just a couple days shy of 4 months. What’s next? First Beer and First Metallica concert?
bouncing in socks and shoes….no more blisters
sleeping and bouncing….
I’m 26, a mother to our beautiful baby daughter, and baby mama & girlfriend extraordinaire to Dustin, my baby daddy. No, we’re not married, and yes, we’re going to burn in hell for ETERNITY procreating spawn without the sanctity of marriage. I have my own photography business, and I love my job.
me, Lilli, & a lawn mower handle growing out of my head.
For the most part of my younger years, I grew up in a town where everybody knew what you ate for lunch, what color your bedroom walls were and EVERYTHING else about you. Gossip ran thick, friendships were torn apart and rebuilt in nanoseconds, your best friend dated your boyfriend and then you dated him again. I completed elementary school in this town and would have finished high school out there as wel has my head been screwed on properly and had I made different choices. Alas, that is another topic to write about at a later date.
Anyhow, every summer, there is a festival, for the kids, for the teens, for the adults. There is sunshine, booze, hotdogs, rides, late nights and early mornings. I had always gone to these things. I always had fun. I schmoozed with everyone. Laughed, ran around, got into trouble, danced, drank, smoked, and probably barfed one or two times as well. As I grew up, I decided that small town living was not for me. Actually, I decided that THAT small town was not for me. Nobody changed out there. Nobody seemed to grow up. The same people that used to party till 5 am when they were 18 were STILL doing it. Everybody was exactly the same and I was NOT the same person they thought I was. So, I ditched out. I left.
No, I have not stepped foot in that town since I left. I have had ZERO desire to run into people I ran from. I did not want to be like the people I used to hang out with. Drugheads, alcoholics, sluts, etc. Yes, I am labeling. Yes, they need labels.
This year, however, I AM GOING. I am going to go and have a ball. I am going to be nice, I am going to chat, and I am going to forgive these people who fucked with my head and my heart and my life. I am going to reminisce about the good times and ignore the bad times. I am going to dance my little heart out and have a sleepover at my friends’ parents house. I am going to smile, I am going to pretend I am 16 again with a 25 year olds brain.
Dustin wants me to go. I have not been away from my daughter for more than 2 hours, and he said “GO. You HAVE to get out. We’ll be fine. You NEED this. You and your girls have to go out.” Fine. I’ll go. I might even have a good time……