My two boys :)
Max size pumpkin (notice the drool action)
We couldn't decide on which pumpkin to get...
the orange one or the one in blue shorts....
He's mostly sitting up on his own!
Yep, that's my kid alright.
Like the pants I made for him? :)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Photo dump!
I finally got around to unloading some photos from the camera, so I figured I'd share some here. I can't believe how big he's getting....
My two boys :)
Max size pumpkin (notice the drool action)
We couldn't decide on which pumpkin to get...
the orange one or the one in blue shorts....
He's mostly sitting up on his own!
Yep, that's my kid alright.
Like the pants I made for him? :)
My two boys :)
Max size pumpkin (notice the drool action)
We couldn't decide on which pumpkin to get...
the orange one or the one in blue shorts....
He's mostly sitting up on his own!
Yep, that's my kid alright.
Like the pants I made for him? :)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
What bad economy?
I saw it coming.
I even prepared for it mentally for quite some time now. After all, sales had been down for months now, and business began to slow. And, I found myself rummaging through random web site more often than usual during the day. Work was slowing. And I knew what was coming when my boss IM’s me one morning last week:
“Hey, can you come in here to chat”
Uh oh…whenever he’s says that, it’s never been great news.
“Is it good or bad?”, I reluctantly reply.
“It’s not bad…” He manages to respond.
Uh huh.
“Well…..it’s not horrible…” He continues.
Great.
My hours have been cut in half. It seems my measly pay was too much for their downed sales and they needed to take half my income to help things out. Me, the one who just had a baby and could have used those few extra bucks to pay for diapers and formula and the occasional new clothes.
Needless to say, I’m taking the news harder than I planned for. Selfishly, I feel like my pride and my spirit have been broken. Suddenly becoming the lowest on the totem pole really reeks havoc for one’s self esteem and drained of all motivation. I’ve been dumped and asked to remain friends (you know, to help out with moving furniture or picking them up from the airport). Or even worse, I’ve been punched in the gut and then offered lollipop to make it all better.
Can you tell I’m a little emotional?
Now my head is swimming with concerns...
Will we be able to make it month to month without struggling? Will Max have everything he needs and wants? Do I need to find a second job? Do I need to find a new job altogether in this horrible economy? Will we ever be able to buy that house one day? Are we stuck in this little one bedroom apartment until Max ends up sleeping on the couch once he outgrows his little crib?
Jeremy seems far less concerned that I am. His simple solution for us is to play the ‘wait and see’ game. We’ll budget and reprioritize expenses. Maybe that won’t be a bad thing anyways. We’ve been meaning to really clean up our act.
Plus, I’ll have the chance to really cook dinners again. Something that I’ve been laxed on for quite some time now. I actually miss cooking dinner with Jeremy walking in the door from work and delightfully saying “Oh, something smells amazing!”
And, I’m really trying to see the one positive aspect that’s coming out of this: I get to spend more time with Max. Now that I’ve been back to work, not more than a month or so, I find myself missing him during the day. I’ll glance at one of his photos on my desk and I can’t help but smile at his overly adorable chubbiness and can’t wait to go home and grab him up in my arms.
That one inspiration is what’s holding me together through all this.
Jeremy reminded me, that we tend to get some really down times in our life…for a while, but always seem to find our next opportunity to thrive…for a while. We struggled when I wasn’t working after we got married and when I thought all was hopeless in finding a decent job, I lucked out on this eccentric, yet homey and family company (which is probably while I feel so hurt by it all). Jeremy went through hell working at Countrywide for years until he lucked out and found a great job doing something he’s so passionate about.
We’ll survive…we always do.
That doesn’t mean I can’t complain and worry in the meantime!
I only hope this shaky point for me now won’t last too terribly long until I stumble upon the next big thing.
Whatever that may be.
*Max had his four month doctor appointment yesterday. He’s a whopping 16 pounds! Doc said he’s above average in his growth and in his developmental skills (duh!) and is a healthy baby. Unfortunately, he had his second doses of immunizations and is recovering from their lousy effect. Jeremy was shaken up while Max screamed bloody murder. It’s a good thing I wasn’t there for his appointment…I would have followed Max’s suit….
I even prepared for it mentally for quite some time now. After all, sales had been down for months now, and business began to slow. And, I found myself rummaging through random web site more often than usual during the day. Work was slowing. And I knew what was coming when my boss IM’s me one morning last week:
“Hey, can you come in here to chat”
Uh oh…whenever he’s says that, it’s never been great news.
“Is it good or bad?”, I reluctantly reply.
“It’s not bad…” He manages to respond.
Uh huh.
“Well…..it’s not horrible…” He continues.
Great.
My hours have been cut in half. It seems my measly pay was too much for their downed sales and they needed to take half my income to help things out. Me, the one who just had a baby and could have used those few extra bucks to pay for diapers and formula and the occasional new clothes.
Needless to say, I’m taking the news harder than I planned for. Selfishly, I feel like my pride and my spirit have been broken. Suddenly becoming the lowest on the totem pole really reeks havoc for one’s self esteem and drained of all motivation. I’ve been dumped and asked to remain friends (you know, to help out with moving furniture or picking them up from the airport). Or even worse, I’ve been punched in the gut and then offered lollipop to make it all better.
Can you tell I’m a little emotional?
Now my head is swimming with concerns...
Will we be able to make it month to month without struggling? Will Max have everything he needs and wants? Do I need to find a second job? Do I need to find a new job altogether in this horrible economy? Will we ever be able to buy that house one day? Are we stuck in this little one bedroom apartment until Max ends up sleeping on the couch once he outgrows his little crib?
Jeremy seems far less concerned that I am. His simple solution for us is to play the ‘wait and see’ game. We’ll budget and reprioritize expenses. Maybe that won’t be a bad thing anyways. We’ve been meaning to really clean up our act.
Plus, I’ll have the chance to really cook dinners again. Something that I’ve been laxed on for quite some time now. I actually miss cooking dinner with Jeremy walking in the door from work and delightfully saying “Oh, something smells amazing!”
And, I’m really trying to see the one positive aspect that’s coming out of this: I get to spend more time with Max. Now that I’ve been back to work, not more than a month or so, I find myself missing him during the day. I’ll glance at one of his photos on my desk and I can’t help but smile at his overly adorable chubbiness and can’t wait to go home and grab him up in my arms.
That one inspiration is what’s holding me together through all this.
Jeremy reminded me, that we tend to get some really down times in our life…for a while, but always seem to find our next opportunity to thrive…for a while. We struggled when I wasn’t working after we got married and when I thought all was hopeless in finding a decent job, I lucked out on this eccentric, yet homey and family company (which is probably while I feel so hurt by it all). Jeremy went through hell working at Countrywide for years until he lucked out and found a great job doing something he’s so passionate about.
We’ll survive…we always do.
That doesn’t mean I can’t complain and worry in the meantime!
I only hope this shaky point for me now won’t last too terribly long until I stumble upon the next big thing.
Whatever that may be.
*Max had his four month doctor appointment yesterday. He’s a whopping 16 pounds! Doc said he’s above average in his growth and in his developmental skills (duh!) and is a healthy baby. Unfortunately, he had his second doses of immunizations and is recovering from their lousy effect. Jeremy was shaken up while Max screamed bloody murder. It’s a good thing I wasn’t there for his appointment…I would have followed Max’s suit….
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thirteen years ago....
October 3, 1995.
This is one very important day. Some may remember thirteen years ago, OJ Simpson was found not guilty. But, more importantly, it was the day that Jeremy and I officially became a couple.
Let’s reminisce, shall we?
It’s hard to believe that we were just kids in high school that happened to stumble upon each other, as if by kismet. Here I was, this shy new and somewhat terrified sophomore in a brand new school and somehow I managed to find the attention of this sophisticated, briefcase carrying senior. We had Theatre II class together, which automatically made us soul mates from the start: both of us being one of those dramatic, romantic nerds that are so stereotyped in movies.
The first day of school, we found ourselves at the entrance to the theatre (The MPR, to all of you MHS alumni). Jeremy stumbled on the steps, and I, on instinct, made some quick sarcastic remark and instantly Jeremy was hooked. A girl after his own heart. Perhaps we were drawn together like two moths to the lime-light, so to speak. Of course the weeks went on, and as most high schoolers do, we flirted and talked at every chance we could.
On October 3rd, 1995, during second period Pre-Algebra, I received a letter from the student office assistant. It was sealed in an envelope with my name written on it (spelled incorrectly I might add, something I teased him for years to come). Looking around the room, wondering if anyone was watching or even cared, I nonchalantly opened the letter as Mr. Ladner continued describing angles of triangles and such. I held my breath for a moment when I realized that it was a letter from Jeremy. Now, I won’t write verbatim what he wrote, as Jeremy has sworn that his letters be kept only between us for sentimental purposes. … but, I’ll paraphrase :)
“Dear Elly,
If you couldn’t tell by now, I really like you. But, I’m worried, because I don’t have any money to take you on a date, and my parents are pretty strict. But, I’d love to see how you feel about me.
Love,
Jeremy”
There was more too it, but you get the idea. Even though it wasn’t the fluffy love letter I was expecting, it was so enchanting and sweet that I read it about a dozen times before lunch period. We talked that day…..
…And from then, the weekly roses came.
…And from then the jewelry came.
…And way way way from then….a chunky adorable baby named Max.
High school sweethearts are something of a fable, as if they were hobbits or Jedi that died out ages ago. But, here we are. We have grown up together, watching and supporting each other turn into the people we are today, and we’re not sick of each other yet! We still hold hands just as we did when I was fifteen.
This day has always been one of the most important and sentimental days we share, almost more than our actual wedding anniversary. We’ve pledged to always celebrate and remember the day when two dorky kids stumbled upon each other.
*If I can find a picture of us from then, I’ll post it soon!*
This is one very important day. Some may remember thirteen years ago, OJ Simpson was found not guilty. But, more importantly, it was the day that Jeremy and I officially became a couple.
Let’s reminisce, shall we?
It’s hard to believe that we were just kids in high school that happened to stumble upon each other, as if by kismet. Here I was, this shy new and somewhat terrified sophomore in a brand new school and somehow I managed to find the attention of this sophisticated, briefcase carrying senior. We had Theatre II class together, which automatically made us soul mates from the start: both of us being one of those dramatic, romantic nerds that are so stereotyped in movies.
The first day of school, we found ourselves at the entrance to the theatre (The MPR, to all of you MHS alumni). Jeremy stumbled on the steps, and I, on instinct, made some quick sarcastic remark and instantly Jeremy was hooked. A girl after his own heart. Perhaps we were drawn together like two moths to the lime-light, so to speak. Of course the weeks went on, and as most high schoolers do, we flirted and talked at every chance we could.
On October 3rd, 1995, during second period Pre-Algebra, I received a letter from the student office assistant. It was sealed in an envelope with my name written on it (spelled incorrectly I might add, something I teased him for years to come). Looking around the room, wondering if anyone was watching or even cared, I nonchalantly opened the letter as Mr. Ladner continued describing angles of triangles and such. I held my breath for a moment when I realized that it was a letter from Jeremy. Now, I won’t write verbatim what he wrote, as Jeremy has sworn that his letters be kept only between us for sentimental purposes. … but, I’ll paraphrase :)
“Dear Elly,
If you couldn’t tell by now, I really like you. But, I’m worried, because I don’t have any money to take you on a date, and my parents are pretty strict. But, I’d love to see how you feel about me.
Love,
Jeremy”
There was more too it, but you get the idea. Even though it wasn’t the fluffy love letter I was expecting, it was so enchanting and sweet that I read it about a dozen times before lunch period. We talked that day…..
…And from then, the weekly roses came.
…And from then the jewelry came.
…And way way way from then….a chunky adorable baby named Max.
High school sweethearts are something of a fable, as if they were hobbits or Jedi that died out ages ago. But, here we are. We have grown up together, watching and supporting each other turn into the people we are today, and we’re not sick of each other yet! We still hold hands just as we did when I was fifteen.
This day has always been one of the most important and sentimental days we share, almost more than our actual wedding anniversary. We’ve pledged to always celebrate and remember the day when two dorky kids stumbled upon each other.
*If I can find a picture of us from then, I’ll post it soon!*
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