The one where I turn thirty

Today is my 30th birthday. It’s also nearly the 10th anniversary of the day I met some guy my roommate wanted me to date named Thomas. When you meet someone, there’s so much of your life they don’t know about. You can tell them, of course. But I’ll never have to tell him about my 20′s…because he was there. We’ve been through 8 am classes, ballroom dance competitions, college graduations, a wedding, an apartment, a house, two jobs, and three kids. Nearly all the big changes in my life, really. When I look back, a line from Shall We Dance, about marriage, keeps popping into my head: “Your life will not go unnoticed, because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed, because I will be your witness.”

All the big memories of my 20′s involve him. I hope my 30′s, 40′s, and beyond are the same.

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(And because my birthday isn’t entirely about my husband, I’ll totally post a picture later of present-day Jessica standing by the life-sized framed photo of baby Jessica. As you do.)

Four months

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Eleanor at 4 months…

…has the biggest smile in the world. Did I say that at 3 months? Well it’s bigger now. She loves life.

…gets excited when Margaret gets in the van after school. Girl loves her big sister.

…has discovered the cat, but still isn’t quite sure what it is. Stares confusedly.

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She…

…rolls front to back and back to front. Is a goofball.

…is teething. Or something. Whatever it is, she has taken to biting me while nursing. So that’s fun.

Speaking of nursing, when Margaret was a baby she pinched my clavicle while she nursed. Paul pulled my hair. Eleanor punches me. Full on: she cocks her little fist all the way back, then *bam* lets me have it.

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She…

…treats the Tula like it has magical sleep powder. It’s a lifesaver if we’re out and about at naptime or if she’s fussy at bedtime.

…prefers ring slings, though, so she can look around. (We borrowed one for now.)

…still sleeps 12ish hours a night. (CROSSING ALL THE FINGERS)