Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Family With a Side of Reunion

I reckon most family reunions are this melodic weekend of people singing Kumbaya around a camp fire, friendly games of four-square, and strolling down Memory Lane sharing fond memories of the yonder years.

I said most. Not mine.

There was somewhat of a resemblance though. Instead, we sang Leonard Cohen and G-Love from the acoustic stylings of my cousin. Scrabble was our game of choice, and it wasn’t very friendly…we’re a competitive bunch. And our stroll down Memory Lane was more like a tromp down Painful Path, reminiscing on boiling water incidents, 50 foot makeshift tree swings, and all the bumps and bruises that coincide with a family of mostly boys.  Everything went exactly like a Brooks’ family reunion should go; razzing, taunting, and teasing…all in good fun I suppose.

It’s a whole different experience attending a family reunion as an adult. You get the true inside scoop of being a Brooks’ and all of the sudden you’re not sure if you’re more proud or more ashamed to be a part of the family. Either way, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I loved watching my Pop play with his brothers just as if they were teenagers (Roman candle wars included). They cut each other down and build you right back up in the same conversation.  The diversity in my family was pleasantly surprising, but what it all boils down to is that we’re a family. The late night political/ethical debates are long forgotten before the next morning’s cup of coffee. Because in the mountains, lifestyle doesn't matter. Individual point of views were put aside and we all enjoyed the company of being together.

Bear dove head first into being a full time uncle and Pop was head honcho with his new role as Poppa. We took hikes, hunted for golf balls in the river, went fly fishing, made candy apples, and ate some of the best ribs my pop’s ever made.

Hillary came up to the Mountain House the last few days, and as expected, made a better Brooks than I did. We left the mountains behind for the concrete jungle of the big ATL. Atlanta is a surprisingly green city; trees and parks on every corner.  Andrea came up for three days; it was like one big pre-teen slumber party. There is nothing better than being reunited with your life-long best friends when you all live 2,000 miles apart. Our heart strings are strong and long, and proven to last a lifetime.  Ah, tears of missing those two are starting to fall…muststopwriting. 

Family reunions on all accounts were a huge success, but nothing beats walking down the airport terminal, seeing my Momma waiting there for her Bird and me. 

The Wyoming Welcoming committee was wide-eyed and waiting for the arrival of their Bird. Grandma and Grandpa have requested that we never leave again, and Brent was more anxious than anyone for us to come home.  Missed that hubby of mine.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Confidence Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

Aren’t girls funny? Aren’t we funny, especially with our hair? I mean, our hair sets our total vibe of who we are, our style. What goes better with your new chevron pattern dress than a hipster bun on the top of your head? Or daisy duke shorts and long loose curls. Feeling frumpy? Pull it up in a ponytail to complete your I’m a mom and I don’t give a hoot look. I’ve always used my hair as a safety net. Because, let’s be honest, I don’t have that rocking hot bod to center my style around. So instead I use my hair. I always felt most confident with my long locks. There’s just something about long red hair that gives me that confidence boost when my extra 10 pounds and I are out in public. It was easy to be the “girl with long red hair”. But now…I’m 25 with a husband, a baby, and….short hair. Where oh where is my confidence going to come from?

Found it.

It comes from my husband. Long hair, short hair, un-showered, sweat pants, or no makeup…I’m just as fabulous to him as those hot Victoria’s Secret models that I know he checks out in the commercials. I no longer worry about what the sexy man in the grocery store line thinks of me and my current do. I now take into full consideration that the only man I want to attract prefers short hair. And so it was done.

Love that man of mine. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Month 10

               10 months means I can officially start planning your one year birthday party. Too soon? Not that I’m in a hurry for you to grow up; I’m just looking for excuses to buy you a party dress (and maybe one for me too…). But it doesn’t matter what month it is, it seems the whole world is infatuated with the bird. Maybe I’m exaggerating a tad, but hey, I’m biased.  People seem so surprised to learn you are only ten months. I love seeing the smile on your face as you put on a show for anyone willing to watch, and trust me, the crowds just seem to gather.  You’ve added a few tricks to your repertoire, like stair climbing for example. Nana and Poppa’s house has a lot of stairs and that’s all you want to do all day. You never bore of it. You are moments away from walking. It’s the scariest yet most exciting thing that’s happening around here. You have the skill and technique, so all it will take is the bravery to just let go of my finger that you’re barely holding on to anyway. You will go forever just holding my hand and walking anywhere your feet can take you. I love watching you master your body control. In church you dropped your toy, climbed off the pew and ducked under to get it. You knew ever step you needed to take to master your goal. 

Remember when I promised we wouldn't travel for long periods of time without daddy ever again? Woops.  But we missed so much him the entire time we were gone. We went to North Caroline for a Brooks’ family reunion for a week then we drove down to Atlanta to visit your Aunties Hillary and Andrea. You flew on an airplane for the first time. I stressed for weeks over flying with you. But as I expected, you were perfect; not a peep of sadness the whole time.  You made a lot of friends along the way, especially the baby behind you. But that relationship ended quickly…you were rather intense with the poor kid.

North Carolina was another first for you; you met all of your aunts and uncles and most of your cousins for the first time.  You had a blast being constantly entertained by everyone.  Then it was on to Atlanta for some Auntie time…I’ll say it again Bird, those ladies love you. I can’t wait for you to look back on picture of you with Andrea and Hillary and know that they have been a part of your entire life.

Well, considering the fact that you’re out the back door and half way off the porch, I better go supervise. I love you my little Bird. Ohsovery much. 

 Noteworthy experiences:

  • Massive blow out + no change of clothes = running around Home Depot naked
  • Everyone in swim class called you Mermaid 
  • It took you  ten minutes to figure out how to walk holding on to me
  • You are trying to learn how to clap
  • You love cold water, rain, and warm baths
  • Your hair is coming in...and it's blonde