February 21, 2013

Throwback Thursday: I Used to be Fun


There was a time when I used to be really tan.  And really blonde.  And I was also able to wear cut-off jean shorts without fear of the cottage cheese on the back of my legs.  And I would dance {if that's what you call that} on stage with some folky, cover artist with no inhibition.  I used to be fun.

Sometimes I miss these days.  The carefree days of doing whatever I wanted, going wherever I wanted.  It was just me and Jimmy and we always had a blast.  Before bills and babies.  Sometimes I crave these days and would give anything to just have one of these days again.

Sometimes I wonder, am I still cool?  Does this girl still live somewhere inside of me?

While I certainly wouldn't sport the cut-offs or have the guts to get on stage as a back-up dancer, I still like to have fun.  I still love being out, with friends, having a great time {and a few drinks}.  I would kill to be as oblivious as the girl in these pictures but it's different now.

I'm a mom now and that means fun on a whole new level.  I get to be a kid again.  Do you know how cool that is?   This weekend I got to take Kendall to her first movie in a theater and it was so cool to experience that through her little eyes.  Something so mundane as getting your tickets, going through the concession line and picking out a seat in a packed theater was exciting to her.  She ooh'd and ahh'd over every little part. The lights on the aisle?  So cool! The "really, giant, huge T-B{V}"?  Mind-blowing.  That was probably the most fun I've had in a long time.

Seeing things through the eyes of a child is more fun than any weekend getaway where the drinks are endless and the days are long and full of sun {did I really just say that?}.  But, for me, it's true.  When I think of "fun" I don't think of a romantic weekend away, I think of Disney World.  I cannot wait till the day we show our kid{s} the magic that is Mickey.

Yeah, some days I wish were as easy-going as the girl in those pictures but that's what babysitters are for.  All it takes is one night away and I'm missing our crazy, family life and can't wait till our girl is back home with us.

The truth is, I longed for the day I'd be a mother and that day is now.  No amount of reminiscing will ever want to make me go back to those pre-baby days.  The fun days aren't over, they're just beginning.



8 comments:

  1. Those pictures are priceless!! I love it! Don't we all crave that feeling again? Like you said, that's what babysitters are for! We love our Mommy lifestyle now, and wouldn't trade it for anything!

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  2. AMEN sister! Sometimes I look back on old pictures and miss my old body, tan, hair, etc. but feeling hungover will never compare to the feeling of being a mom :)

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  3. It's so funny how we change..yet we still find times when we slip back into those carefree days. I can not resist cranking up the radio to something I would never listen to with kids when I am alone driving somewhere. While we LOVE our children sometimes we miss those days of irresponsibility....and that does not make us bad moms if we do. :)

    Laura@MiceInTheKitchen

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  4. Hahaha I love that you were THAT girl, dancin her heart out on stage

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  5. Agreed! I was just thinking the other day how I hardly ever get out with my girlfriends anymore. Some days it doesn't bother me at all and then others I feel really sorry for myself haha!

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  6. Um hilarious. I used to totally be that girl in these pics. In fact, once every couple of years, that's me! Kids or no kids! I can't help myself! :)

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  7. LOL, I am embarrassed to admit I am STILL that girl (maybe a little toned down though). I can already tell it embarrasses the heck out of Wren. Thank goodness for family, sleepovers and babysitters.

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  8. You look DRUNK (and fun) in those pictures!!! I have channelled the fun me into being a fun mom. Want to play in the mud? I'm the mom that will let you!

    Ramblings of a Suburban Mom

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