Lindsay Sledge

a blog about life with Micah, Denver, Everett, and Presley the dog

Month: August 2017

12 Month Letter to Denver

Dear Denver,

Happy Birthday baby boy! I have been procrastinating writing this letter because I didn’t want to face the truth. You are one year old now, no longer a baby, but a walking, talking toddler. How did this happen?!!

You were so little!!!

We celebrated your birthday in style this month with a Dinosaur Train themed party. My family traveled miles from Virginia and Florida, and of course your Dad’s local family was here for your big day. Your party was on your actual birthday, since it was a Sunday, and that made the day extra special. Here are some pics from the party. Thanks especially to Aunt Lo and Aunt Hannah who helped with the party decorations!

Top: Family Pic; Bottom Left: The Cake; Bottom Right: Opening Presents

Top Left: Out of towners (minus Paul); Top Right: Paper Mache Dino: Bottom Left: Dinosaur Cake; Bottom Right: More Dinos

This month, you became a very snuggly baby. Seriously, I LOVE this development. You give hugs, snuggle in laps, and cuddle stuffed animals as you roll across the floor. You also sneak up on Presley and give him bear hugs. This sweet, snuggly side of your personality developed rather quickly and out of the blue, and your Dad and I are so thankful for the hugs.

Snuggling Dad at Musicians Corner

I cannot express how bright you are. You are so quick at picking up on sequences. In the morning, you run to your night light, remove it from the wall, and try to put the plastic outlet protector in the outlet. This is your first task each day, and it’s remarkable to me that it’s your priority. Also, you have this record player that you have nearly mastered. You pick up the player and place it in the middle of the floor, open the back to remove the records, lay the player on its back, place the record in the correct position, and turn it until it locks into place. You’re still learning how to move the needle and turn the crank, but seriously, you learned this sequence by watching others, and I am amazed!!!

DJ Sledge

It’s been interesting to watch your interests develop over the year. You now have favorite things. Your favorite books are Giraffes Can’t DanceMoo Baa La La LaMy First Baby AnimalsLittle Blue Truck, and Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You. Your favorite food, hands down, is bread. Your favorite activity is pushing furniture and toys around the house. You also love chalk, watching Dad mow the lawn, and being chased. When Presley eats out of your hand, you laugh hysterically.

Walking and chalking. Also, you look like a wizard yielding a wand.

It’s hard to believe, but you also love cleaning! You grab the broom and dustpan and sweep the floors. You also grab paper towels and toilet paper and dust all of the furniture in the house. When you pull clothes out of your drawers, you now often put them back in (unfolded, but still). I love that you are so helpful, and I hope this love for cleaning sticks!

Dusting my bed frame

I haven’t talked much this year about your stats, but it’s time. Denver, you are a big, strong boy. You are 32 inches tall, in the 97th percentile, and 23 lbs 8 oz., in the 80th percentile. Additionally, you finished the year with FOURTEEN teeth! You think it’s hilarious to point and say “teeth.” You also love brushing yours in the morning and evening. I am thankful that you are growing so well. Praise God!

Well buddy, my booga bear and little dude man, Happy Birthday! I love you so very much and am delighted to be your mama. You bring such joy to life.

With love,

Mama

When am I going back to work?

When am I going back to work?

I am asked this question, or a similar version, often. Do I miss work? Do I think about going back to work? What exactly do I do all day?

Seriously?

I have to believe that people do not understand the implications of these questions, or else they wouldn’t ask. Allow me to clarify.

I DO work, inside the home. I am a full time nanny, housekeeper, chef, budget analyst, and chauffeur. I doctor wounds, teach life skills, and counsel emotions. The current headline on my resume, SAHM, may not impress many, but it matters more than any job I’ve ever done.

I DO miss working in an office. I miss the commute when I sang the Hamilton Soundtrack at the top of my lungs. I miss my coworkers, our random jokes, lunch dates, and fantasy football banter. I miss completing a task and receiving recognition for a job well done.

Of COURSE I think about working outside the home. I spent years moving up in the music industry, finally making it to manager. It seems so silly sometimes that I stepped back to stay at home with my son. After all, isn’t the American dream to work hard, climb the corporate latter, and gain success in the form of title and salary?

This is what people are implying when they ask me when I’m going back to work. The implication is that what I am doing is not real work, not true success.

It’s taken a year to settle into life as a SAHM, and here is what I know now. Success is sometimes simple. It’s happily reading the same book to my son ten times a day because it’s his favorite. It’s persuading him to sip milk from a straw after he’s refused countless times before. Success is teaching a child to nap and watching him fall asleep on his own each day. Some days success looks like surviving, and the best I can do is keep everyone alive. Other days success is a clean home, cooked meal, and walk to the park. It’s ok that I don’t have a gig on the side, that I don’t work part-time or full-time outside the home. What defines success is not the lines on my resume, it’s the smiles and laughter, hugs and snugs that I receive from my son each day.

Please stop asking me when I’m going back to work. I am at work.

“Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work.” Dr. John Trainer

With love,

Lindsay

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