The Delaney & Waylon Diaries is celebrating FOUR YEARS! I started this blog on June 23, 2005, just three months after Delaney was born. My life was completely turned upside down by my beautiful baby girl and a new work-from-home opportunity, both of which were the inspirations that led me to where I am today both personally and professionally. It seems I hardly post here any more but I can't find the guts to shut this blog down. So, if you're still reading my occasional posts, thank you. I've met so many smart, savvy, wonderful and amazing people through this blog. You've inspired me too. Thanks for coming back again and again.
I started this blog nearly four years ago after I'd just had my first baby and a previous employer asked me to work part-time from home. It was an easy decision (I'd been with the company for 8 years and knew the job in and out) made easier by the luck o' the Irish: my newborn slept great day and night (Don't hate me. My second child more than made up for that good fortune.). For nearly four years I worked part-time, during the day, when Delaney (and eventually Waylon) napped. My nights were free for important things like watching Survivor and reading the latest Marian Keyes novel. But not any longer. I left my part-time job about a month ago and began working to build the consulting business I'd started on the side a year ago. Now my nights are spent draped over my laptop, eyes blurring into swollen slits as I work long and passionately into the night nurturing my new venture.
Lucky for me, business is good. But it's busy. It's oh so busy! Jeff Probst is starting to wonder where I am (Jeff, don't fret. You can always find me on Twitter!). That's why this blog's gotten a bit dusty (BlogHer ads cut me off!). But it's comforting to know that the ol' blog's still here, keeping the light on, waiting for me to fill it with my deepest thoughts, my most inane chatter, whenever the urge strikes and the time allows.
I'll check in from time to time to give updates on Delaney and Waylon who both change so much each day that I realize I'm missing out by not documenting it all here. I'll be back. At least until the new Marian Keyes comes out. Oh, wait. I'm starting Dooce'snew book tonight so it may be a while until you hear from me after all...
As the day winds down and the children are fed, bathed and bedded I head downstairs with every intent of reconnecting with this blog and reviving it. I've been away too long. The exhaustion of the day, previously absent due to constant motion, sets in. Sleep calls and now that Waylon jumps on the bedtime bandwagon and sleeps 12+ hours (Am I jinxing it here? Now?) I take advantage of the fact that I will get more than three to four straight hours of sleep per night. Thus, The Blog stagnates. The Blog will still be here in the morning--always vigilant, awaiting meaningful content (hmmm...could be waiting a while for that). But for now? I sleep.
Because I seem to be creating content everywhere but here lately, I'm reusing my 25 things list from Facebook to make. Yep still hooked on the Facebook. Probably will be for a while...
1. I can never think of anything to write whenever I'm supposed to compile a list of random things about me.
2. Let's see... I'm a certified scuba diver.
3. I've only ever scuba-dived (dove?) once. In a lake. Which is lame.
4. I was diagnosed with colon cancer when I was 26. Which is also quite lame.
5. And, under the heading of "Even More Lame Things About Me," I had a temporary ileostomy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ileostomy) for 6 weeks. You haven't lived until you've seen the inside of your intestine doing the job that God intended.
6. I've been cancer-free for 11 years. Which is so not-lame.
7. I'd like to become a yoga instructor one day. I assume that would involve me getting off the couch, though, and seeing how The Bachelor is on again it's going to take a while for me to check that goal off my list.
8. I wrote, directed and produced a five-part documentary about the San Antonio Symphony in the 90s.
9. I also starred in it although I use the term "starred" loosely. It aired on the local PBS station and three people actually saw it. Two of them were my parents.
10. I'm married to a man who is 18 years older than me. The age difference never seems weird except when my husband reminds me that he married his first wife when I was in my bassinet. Then, yeah, it seems kind of freaky.
11. When I told my parents I was dating a man who was 18 years older than me my mother said, "Colleen Marie! I told you to find a man who was LIKE your father, not a man who's the SAME AGE as your father!"
12. In my husband's defense, he's not the same age as my father. He's 11 years younger. So...oh, who am I kidding? Still kinda freaky.
13. I can't believe I'm only half-way done.
14. I have two lovely stepchildren. They refer to me as their "sister mom." I'm sure it's nothing to do with the fact that we are the same number of years apart that their father and I are.
15. My husband and I were married on a beach on the island of St. John, U.S.V.I. We kind of eloped. No family or friends joined us. It was romantic. Especially when some chick down the beach thought it would be funny to take her top off when we said our vows. Strangely enough, she was right. It was funny. And made for one heck of a wedding video. In a Girls Gone Wild kind of way.
16. My daughter's name comes from a Jimmy Buffett song.
17. My son's name started out as a joke between my husband and his friend, Barry, but then it grew on us.
18. Both my daughter and son have the same middle names as two of Jimmy Buffett's kids. This is merely a coincidence. Or maybe it was subconscious seeing as how I'm a Parrothead and all.
19. I've seen Jimmy Buffett in concert ten times. I haven't seen him since my children were born. See how having children can ruin your life?
20. I can't cook. My husband says when I enter a kitchen my eyes glaze over and my IQ drops 20 points just like when a man walks into a topless bar. Not that he would know, of course. I mean, he's a great cook.
21. I would rather load a dishwasher than unload it (I'm afraid we're going to scrape the barrel here to get to 25.).
22. This blog was nominated for a 2006 Weblog Award (http://2006.weblogawards.org/2006/12/best_parenting_blog.php). When the votes were counted I received like 1.75% of them. So I can speak from experience when I tell you that the people who say, "It's an honor just to be nominated!" are full of crap. Also? It was an honor just to be nominated.
23. Really? Only number 23???
24. The Tyra Banks show wanted me to appear for an episode on germaphobe moms. Of which, I am one. But I couldn't go. Doesn't she realize how many germs are on airplanes? (http://delaneydiaries.typepad.com/the_delaney_diaries/2008/03/no-thanks-ms-ba.html).
25. I'm a proud nursing mother and breastfeeding advocate. But even I got skeeved out when I saw nine- and ten-year-old children nursing on a recent episode of 20/20. I'm not sure breast is best when you're old enough to attend your first Sadie Hawkins dance.
Because Delaney's mother spent time searching for cute Tinkerbell costumes on Etsy even though she'd already bought her a Dorothy costume and a pair of ruby slippers, Delaney got to wear one costume to her school's Halloween parade and one to trick-or-treating. But Delaney's mom is now also out an additional $30. But the $30 for the handmade Tinkerbell costume from Sarah's Sweet on Etsy? Totally worth it as you can see. Plus, she can wear it again to the Tinkerbell/Fairy party we're attending today. Maybe Delaney's mom is not as dumb as we think. OK. It's totally possible she is but look! Tinkerbell!
As for our little lobster, he was a bit confused. He thinks that
lobsters growl. But, hey, they live underwater so, heck, maybe they do. Who are we to say? Imaginative little chap, my lobster.
I'm entering the lobster photo below in the Cutest Costume (age 2 and under) category, the Tinkerbell photo below in the Cutest Costume (age 3 and up) category and the Dorothy photo below in the Best Photo category in the Parent Bloggers Network'sBlurb Halloween Photo Contest because, well, Dorothy was obviously a Democrat what with all her inclusively and willingness to help all sorts of species including those made from straw and tin.
Best Photo, Dororthy the Democrat
Cutest Costume (age 2 and under) - our little lobster
If I'd been writing here lately you'd know that we just closed on the sale of our house today (woooot!).It was on the market for just over four months and although we had an offer at six weeks it fell through due to buyer financing problems. We were sad and pretty freaked out (two mortgage payments each month can do that to a person but in this economy, oy vey.) but another buyer came along and THANK GOD we sold our old house. It was the first house I'd ever owned. It was the house we lived in when we got married. It was the house where our children were conceived and where they began their lives. It was a delightful little cottage in an adorable and up-and-coming neighborhood but it simply wasn't big enough for a family of four. I will always have fond memories of our life in that house but I won't miss it. I'm so happy in our newer, larger home that is literally two minutes away from my parents' house. Moving into this new home hasn't solved all of my problems like I hoped (prayed, assumed?) it would, but it's given me a very good start.
to look forward to a visit to a surgeon who will feel up palpate (for the second time) my left breast* because the appointment will give me a brief, relatively quiet respite from my, er, "lively" children?
* The appt is just a follow up on a sonogram that didn't show any changes or problems from something that looked strange a few months ago. I think (hope) my surgeon is just being proactive. So, no worries. Just a solitary drive to a place where I might get to read my book for longer than a minute at a time. Yippeeee!
Life, it is busy. But, so's yours right? Wah, wah, wah. Anyway, I figured I'd better jot some stuff down before I forget it. Here goes:
Delaney got into a verbal word war with a kid (a boy who was about 2-3 years older than she is) at the McDonald's play place the other day because the kid told her that Obama was evil (P.S. She wasn't wearing her Obama shirt at the time so I have no idea how the conversation came about.). She stayed up in that play place and argued that, no, Obama most certainly is not evil ("RIGHT, mama?!!" she shouted down to me where I was feeding Way) and I think that by the time we left she had the kid convinced of Obama's good virtues.
Waylon turned 9 months yesterday. He's about 20 pounds and he cannot wait to be mobile. He's not crawling although he can get to where he wants to go by turning and bouncing around. He did learn to pull himself up to standing about a week ago and he seems to want to start cruising. God help me now. Delaney didn't walk until she was nearly 15 months old and I was quite happy about that. This boy wants to go and I get the impression that he's not gonna let some wimpy mama get in his way. The upside? I should start burning more calories soon by chasing him around.
Speaking of burning calories, I finally went back to the gym. I'd been putting it off mostly because I wasn't ready to drop Way there with a bunch of strangers (although I did that with Delaney when she was only six months) but also because I've been lazy busy. It feels good to move again, though. But Way is having a hard time of it. He screams the whole time I'm gone and then sobs all the way home ("HOW DARE YOU detach me from your body for a WHOLE 30 minutes?"). I wasn't prepared for his separation anxiety (Delaney never had any) and these days I can't set him down without a shriekfest ensuing so I was hesitant to take him to the gym. I'm hoping that the more we go the better he'll handle it and maybe one day I can actually attend a yoga class again. I've missed them terribly.
And, because I obviously have plenty of time on my hands (cough! ack! ahem!), I've joined the timesuck that is Facebook. I put it off for so long because I already had this blog as my online outlet but I'm having fun finding old friends there. So, if I'm not here, I'm here or here or here or here or here or here or here. Sheesh. My online life is overtaking my real life. It's time to step away from the computer. Um, maybe next week?
then you'll find me here or here (damn that Twitter. It sucks me in and I never post here any more.) . Or I'm crying into my beer (oh, who am I kidding? it's chardonnay) about the fact that our old house hasn't sold, we're still paying two mortgages, the banks are tanking and my kids won't nap. Yes, my worries are in that order. Priorities much? On the upside I showered with a gecko today and DM'ed Rachel Maddow (the only woman on which Roger and I both have crushes).