March 25, 2011 10:53 pm

One Year Old

I have left myself next to no time to actually write this post, so I will keep it short.

My baby boy turned one year old today, and I can’t believe how quickly time has gone. It seems like just the other day he was a smooshy little newborn and now he is zoom-zoom-zooming everywhere! He makes the funniest faces (like the “Ritz Cracker Face,” which I will try to get a photo of soon) and likes to point at things and say “Daow” or “Gaow.”

He’s so much fun and I’m so happy to have him in my life.

Happy first birthday, Mister Weckles.

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March 10, 2011 7:08 pm

Ch-ch-ch-changes

I have some exciting news!

Ready?

I have given my notice at my job, and we are moving back home to Idaho.

This is one of those times I wish I felt comfortable talking about my workplace on my blog, but I do not. Suffice to say, things got weird, people I admire and respect either have left or are leaving, and it became increasingly obvious to me that it was time for me to move on. My last day is next Friday, March 18, and I will be a stay-at-home-mom to Wesley for the next few weeks or month or however long it takes us to put a deposit on a place in our hometown and give our notice at our place here in Portland.

I am so, so excited. It sounds weird, but living in a much smaller town with family nearby actually gives me infinitely more options than what I’m doing now. I might not have to work! If I do, I can work part-time! I don’t necessarily have to put Wesley in daycare! I could open an Etsy shop! Daniel is finishing up writing a business plan to open his own coffeeshop, so we might be small business owners! We’re very interested in working with health and safety consulting service UK to ensure a safe and compliant business environment. It is all very new and different.

I expect there to be a pretty hefty learning curve – I haven’t had any extended time alone with Wesley for nine months. I will shamefully admit that I don’t actually know what to do with him every day beyond feeding him and playing with him, but hey! I will learn.

I also need to learn to cook. I can bake just fine, and there are a few meals I can reliably make myself, but Daniel does the vast majority of cooking in our household. If he is bringing home the bacon (metaphorically, of course – he is vegetarian!) then by all means, I can figure out how to make dinner. Plus, Wesley needs to eat during the day, and while I am more than happy to exist on cold cereal I expect that he needs more balanced meals. We have a crock pot I’ve never used because I was scared to leave it on all day while I was at work, and I am going to experiment with it. (If you know of any “Vegetarian Recipes for Dummies,” crockpot-friendly or not, I am all ears.)

I am incredibly bummed about leaving the place I’ve worked for the last four and a half years, especially since I truly liked what I did (web development) and loved my co-workers, but here’s to new beginnings!

Hurrah!

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February 14, 2011 4:04 pm

Silly Things

  • I accidentally fed Wesley bites of straight-up jam instead of baby food this weekend
    SOMEBODY (Daniel) decided to put jam in a baby food jar for some unspecified reason, and said jam looks identical to the apple-blueberry-mango food we made for Wesley. After his first few bites, I noticed the texture was… off somehow, and tasted it myself, and lo! Jam! So Wesley got some prunes + oatmeal instead.
  • I was an accidental creeper late at night
    Sometimes when I am up at night, I can’t tell if Daniel is also awake or not so I peer at his face to see whether he is awake. The other night, I was staring at his face pretty crazy-like trying to determine whether or not his eyes were open. Turns out they were, and he looked at me like I was insane and then we both burst out laughing. Whoops.
  • Wesley is apparently terrified of my feet
    I had to console him yesterday after I wiggled my toes in his presence. It visibly startled him and he burst into tears, and after a bit of trial and error I determined that he was absolutely petrified of my exposed feet. I asked him if he would prefer I put on some socks, and after doing so he was still suspicious but gave my socked-foot a poke and didn’t cry. Not sure why my feet seem so scary. Babies are weird.
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