Work good.
Daycare good.
Household good.
Very tired.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Return to work
As many of you know, this week I headed back to work. I am happy to report that the pain was minimal and the pain that was there was mostly felt by the mommy.
Elijah had spent some time at his daycare already and so it was *easy* to drop him off on Wednesday. He headed to his little kitchen area because, you know, there is baking and cooking to be done. So I headed off to work.
The first half hour involved a few tears that were mostly induced by my working mother co-workers who were full of a great deal of sympathy for me. It didn't take long for me to remember what I love about SCU and the people that I work with. My boss took me for lunch and was kind enough to get me a laptop to help read my 16,000 emails. (No, that was not an exaggeration).
It was nice to have a short work week to get back into the swing of things. I ended up leaving early today to bring Elijah to his one year immunizations. (Two needles in his arms and the little boy didn't even flinch).
I'm looking forward to a fun family weekend to refresh me for a full week of work next week.
Thanks to everyone who has kept us in their thoughts and prayers. I don't know how this week could have gone any better.
Elijah had spent some time at his daycare already and so it was *easy* to drop him off on Wednesday. He headed to his little kitchen area because, you know, there is baking and cooking to be done. So I headed off to work.
The first half hour involved a few tears that were mostly induced by my working mother co-workers who were full of a great deal of sympathy for me. It didn't take long for me to remember what I love about SCU and the people that I work with. My boss took me for lunch and was kind enough to get me a laptop to help read my 16,000 emails. (No, that was not an exaggeration).
It was nice to have a short work week to get back into the swing of things. I ended up leaving early today to bring Elijah to his one year immunizations. (Two needles in his arms and the little boy didn't even flinch).
I'm looking forward to a fun family weekend to refresh me for a full week of work next week.
Thanks to everyone who has kept us in their thoughts and prayers. I don't know how this week could have gone any better.
Elijah's first birthday
Here's some pictures of the exciting weekend.
Birthday cupcakes at his first birthday party with all his friends.
Tricycle for next summer. Gotta get prepared to be a cyclist.
Both Elijah and his cousin got to enjoy this gift. One drove while the other pushed.
His very first DQ icecream cake.
...and by the look of his face, perhaps his last.
Birthday cupcakes at his first birthday party with all his friends.
Tricycle for next summer. Gotta get prepared to be a cyclist.
Both Elijah and his cousin got to enjoy this gift. One drove while the other pushed. 
His very first DQ icecream cake.
...and by the look of his face, perhaps his last.
Monday, September 15, 2008
His first haircut
We decided that we didn't want to butcher his first haircut and have him look like a dork for his birthday. So we paid someone to do it. He was happy and it turned out pretty nice.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Almost walking
Elijah got a walker from his cousin this week that he tried using today and LOVED! We realized quite quickly that our house was too small for his walking adventures so we headed outside. Elijah had a good time. His parents had a good time. The people driving by watching him had a good time. It was a feel good moment.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I'm just wondering...
I'm just wondering, Is it possible to be passionate about something without being judgemental towards the opposing point of view?
I asked someone this question and they said that they thought it was. You just keep your opinions to yourself. But isn't that missing the point of being passionate? Can you be passionate about something without being vocal about it?
I got to thinking about this recently when a friend became very passionate about something that differed from the way I had done it. I understood her passion and at a different time and different place, perhaps I too would have felt that same passion. As it stood, I ended up allowing myself to feel judged because of that difference.
I wonder how often I share my views on things and end up making others feel judged. If I think that imports are the only cars to buy, does that mean that if you drive a domestic vehicle you're not quite as cool as me? If I think that I should go back to work after a year of mat leave, and you are choosing to stay home with your child, does that mean that I'm a better person? If I choose not to purchase lottery tickets because I think it helps fuel the vicious cycle of gambling issues, does that make you a bad person because you like to pick up a 6-49 every now and then?
I wonder how often I have inadvertently judged someone by my own passion without realizing how much my words could and did wound them. It makes my heart sick to think that I may have done that.
Do we give up passion to save feelings? I'm not sure.
I'm just wondering...
I asked someone this question and they said that they thought it was. You just keep your opinions to yourself. But isn't that missing the point of being passionate? Can you be passionate about something without being vocal about it?
I got to thinking about this recently when a friend became very passionate about something that differed from the way I had done it. I understood her passion and at a different time and different place, perhaps I too would have felt that same passion. As it stood, I ended up allowing myself to feel judged because of that difference.
I wonder how often I share my views on things and end up making others feel judged. If I think that imports are the only cars to buy, does that mean that if you drive a domestic vehicle you're not quite as cool as me? If I think that I should go back to work after a year of mat leave, and you are choosing to stay home with your child, does that mean that I'm a better person? If I choose not to purchase lottery tickets because I think it helps fuel the vicious cycle of gambling issues, does that make you a bad person because you like to pick up a 6-49 every now and then?
I wonder how often I have inadvertently judged someone by my own passion without realizing how much my words could and did wound them. It makes my heart sick to think that I may have done that.
Do we give up passion to save feelings? I'm not sure.
I'm just wondering...
Friday, September 5, 2008
Optimism and the flowers down the street
There is a house that I pass when I walk to the mall. It makes me smile when I pass it.
In the spring there was an attempt made by the owners of the house make some changes to their front yard. One of the changes was to move the walkway from the side to the middle of the yard. Then they optimistically planted flowers down the sides of the walkway. They were maybe six inches at the time.
As summer has gone on, so have the flowers. They are probably three feet high and they have completely taken over the walkway. You couldn't walk down it even if you wanted to.
Sometimes our best intentions just don't work out the way we expect them to. Sometimes you just have to smile because what else can you do.
In the spring there was an attempt made by the owners of the house make some changes to their front yard. One of the changes was to move the walkway from the side to the middle of the yard. Then they optimistically planted flowers down the sides of the walkway. They were maybe six inches at the time.
As summer has gone on, so have the flowers. They are probably three feet high and they have completely taken over the walkway. You couldn't walk down it even if you wanted to.
Sometimes our best intentions just don't work out the way we expect them to. Sometimes you just have to smile because what else can you do.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Last summer weekend at the lake
Only three more weeks till I head back to work. Just in time for one last long weekend at that lake.
This was the first time that Elijah willingly walked into the lake and enjoyed it. He spent some significant time in the water, playing with the fraying edge of the dock. (Not sure why we spend money on toys when a fraying dock will do...) This was also Elijah's first time in a canoe. He did surprisingly well. Only cried when he tried to stand and understandably hit his head on the canoe. There was no permanent damage.
This was the first time that Elijah willingly walked into the lake and enjoyed it. He spent some significant time in the water, playing with the fraying edge of the dock. (Not sure why we spend money on toys when a fraying dock will do...) This was also Elijah's first time in a canoe. He did surprisingly well. Only cried when he tried to stand and understandably hit his head on the canoe. There was no permanent damage.
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