I get by with a little help from my friends

Love that song.

First, this is not a sob story. It's more of a realization I have come to in my thirties. Anyway...

When I was younger, I had few close friends. I had a couple "best friends" in high school. My college roommate was and is one of my closest friends; I wished she and I lived closer to each other. (Here we are 2.5 years ago)


I've had some close friends since college. But, I don't know if I really understood what being a friend meant. To me, it simply meant going out with the people you like the most. And spending time with people who you could be honest and comfortable sharing stuff.

I've broken up with friends. Two. They were messy breakups. I know that while I could point the finger their way, I could also point the finger back to me, too.

That being said, here I am in my thirties relearning friendship. I have less than a handful that I would really call my closest friends. I think I learned what friendship meant by what others have done for me - asking nothing in return. And at this point, I realize I need to do the same. I feel like having kiddos has made it harder to find the time and energy. But for those people who are important to me, I want to.

I feel like this isn't coming out right. Here it is. I have really bombed at the giving part of friendships. But I don't want to anymore. I want meaningful ones. They need to know that I care, that they are special to me, and I that appreciate their friendship.

Any questions?

A review

I know, I haven't written in several days. So here's a brief review using photos as a visual aid.

One day while I was putting Blue Eyes down for a nap, Curious J "needed" a snack. So he helped himself to a sucker, two chocolate coins, and sunchips. As you can see, he was very proud.



At a birthday party we went to this past weekend, J learned how to "bear crawl". I realized that maybe gymnastics might be a good way to focus his habits of jumping and climbing. So I'm looking into classes.



In the meantime, BE has been developing in leaps and bounds. She grabs at almost everything now. Bedtime books, J's legos, baby puffs. I am super proud of her and hanging out with this little girls who wants to interact with people and things around her is getting super fun. And she's even looking a stuff on her tummy! :) Sadly, however, she's getting her top two teeth, which are making her a "wonderful sleeper".







And finally we end our review at McD's playplace. We are starting to become regulars there every Friday after school with J's friend, Scoobydoo. As much as I loathe the germs that surround that place, I enjoy the company. It makes Fridays something to look forward to.

In the past few weeks, I have noticed BE's eyes do not always match up. One is always catching to the other. The frequency has increased, however, when we took her to her pediatrician, she did not show any problems. Fortunately, the doctor didn't think I was a complete hypocondriac and schedule an appointment with a the optomologist. In the meantime, I am trying to get evidence that I am not crazy. Only so that way I can get help for her. Sadly, the appointment isn't until the end of March. So anybody having advise or encouragement would be appreciated because it's stressing me out a little.

What a sweetheart!