Sunday, January 18, 2009

o1. Round and round, no new ground...

It's nice to finally have a new blog. I was on greatestjournal for the longest time, and I loved it. I met so many of my online friends there, one of which I've actually met in person twice. I switch to livejournal for a while and was miserable there. People there were very judgemental and I definitely didn't like it. Anyway, I suppose I should introduce myself. I have no idea if I'll make friends here, or connect with people or anything, but I suppose if I do it would be nice for them to have something to refer back to.

My name is Amanda, and I'm 23 years old. I've lived in Connecticut my whole life. I was raised mostly by my mom and my Aunt Carol, who bought a duplex together many years before I was born and even though there were separate "apartments", it was like living in one big house with everyone. My parents separated and eventually divorced when I was, I think, 9, and my aunt pretty much helped my mom take care of my younger brother Randy and me, and my mom helped her raise my older cousin, Matt. I'm really close with my immediate family, I talk to my mom and/or aunt almost every day, and see them a few times a week even though I live in the next town over. I grew up on a street called Brightwood and I swear one day I'm going to write a book about it (with the obvious title of Brightwood, it just fits) because my childhood and especially my teenage years honestly feel like they were something straight out of a movie.

I'm married. Young, I know, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My husband, Sean, is honestly my best friend, and it helps that I've known him since I was 4 (he grew up on Brightwood too, told ya, straight out of a movie). Growing up, I was friends with his brother, Kenny, who was the same age as me, but I saw him plenty and knew him a little. When I was 18 and he was 22 we started hanging out a lot and after a few months started dating. August 24, 2004 to be exact. The following March I was 19, and pregnant (here's a bit of advice: clearly the pull-out method does NOT work, if you're not interested in a squirming bundle of baby joy, find another method :D). I was shocked and scared and still living with my mom. Both my and his parents took it well and in no time with thrilled with the prospect of becoming grandparents. Our little Riley Abigail was born December 19, 2005. She changed my life, and my entire world. And (I'm sure other mothers can relate) she gave me a purpose. We moved into our own home a week before she was born, and from then on in, we were a family. Sean and I were married March 31, 2007, Riley who was only 15 months old was our beautiful little flower girl. Soon after decided to start trying for baby number two, and by the middle of June I was pregnant with our second child. On February 29, 2008 our beautiful Peyton Samantha was born (yes, on Leap Day... the ONE day I didn't want her to be born).

Life is interesting and boring all rolled into one. Riley is now three and in preschool and dance class. She is incredibly smart, she does almost everything a 5 year old should be able to do. She's very loving, she TRULY cares about people, and doesn't like when others are hurt or upset. She's beautiful, and funny, and silly, and spontaneous. She's active and loves to run and play...ALL the time. Peyton is coming up on her first birthday. She's a little bit of a slacker already :D. She JUST learned to crawl this week, not because she couldn't before, but she never really cared enough to bother. She's amazingly good natured and loves people in general. She loves animals and her especially her big sister. She's got a laugh and smile that could stop anyone in their tracks and smile along with her. She just fits with our family, like she was always supposed to be there.

I currently go to school. I'm a college student and when I'm done with school, I really want to be a social worker. My goal is to work for the children in foster care who desperately need someone to take care of them and love them, and some who need forever families. Sean and I plan to either foster or foster-to-adopt when our children (the two we have now, and the one we want when I'm done with school) are teenagers or older.

Anyhow, it's getting late and tomorrow is probably going to be another busy day. Goodnight.

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