Tuesday, February 23, 2010
How Appropriate
Sofia has been owning the potty. She is able to tell us for both number one and number two, and the only accidents we've had lately came during naptime and timeout (cue the mommy-guilt on that one). We're still rewarding every success (with m&m's - food as reward, I know...I know...), and she has decided that she gets "two of them" every time. I oblige, every time, and every time (seriously EVERY TIME) she selects one yellow one and one brown one. How fitting, love. Number one and number two. Perfect.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
That Backbone of Mine
Remember my quest to grow a backbone? Well, I'm making progress, but not exactly in the fashion I imagined.
I quit. With no notice, nothing. Just quit. I had had enough. More than enough, actually.
I don't want to get into too many details, since this is public, after all, but here I am, unemployed again. I don't feel so lost this time, though. There are a few directions I can go in, and some actual jobs that I qualify for. I want to do Physician's Assistant school. I will find a way, somehow. Julio is more than supportive, and I love him for it. Missy sent me flowers and a congratulations. Everybody is happy for me. I will be, too.
Now, I must wrest myself from the computer and go DO. I have jobs to apply for, schools to research, and a house to clean. My vacuum needs exercising. I guess I do, too.
I quit. With no notice, nothing. Just quit. I had had enough. More than enough, actually.
I don't want to get into too many details, since this is public, after all, but here I am, unemployed again. I don't feel so lost this time, though. There are a few directions I can go in, and some actual jobs that I qualify for. I want to do Physician's Assistant school. I will find a way, somehow. Julio is more than supportive, and I love him for it. Missy sent me flowers and a congratulations. Everybody is happy for me. I will be, too.
Now, I must wrest myself from the computer and go DO. I have jobs to apply for, schools to research, and a house to clean. My vacuum needs exercising. I guess I do, too.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Just Keep Swimming
Life just keeps blowing past at tornado speed, and I'm just not sure how we got here.
Sofia is still plugging away at the true test of big-girl-ness, and doing very well. She hasn't yet won her big present, but is managing to stay dry most of the time, and has, on occasion, remembered to put number two where it belongs. Still working on that, but we are so proud of her! She's pretty proud of herself, too. Walk into our bathroom and see the jar of M&M's; you'll know we have a toddler in the house.
Speaking of the toddler, she really isn't much of a toddler anymore. She's all big girl. She talks in full sentences with correct grammar, with only some mistakes. She still calls it "sesareet", macamoni and cheese, and doesn't quite understand the difference between he and she. However, she can recognize most letters and numbers, and surprised me the other day by saying, "p, p, p, p, Polar starts with P!" She counts in both languages (though fourteen is still her nemesis), and is really improving at putting together puzzles. She used to get so frustrated when she couldn't get it right the first time, but she really concentrates to figure it out now. She has an imagination that doesn't quit. I love her stories and silly games and watching her play with her stuffed animals and dolls in all sorts of ways. She sleeps with a menagerie, complete with bear, puppy, pink blanket, deer, and 'sesareet' which includes each of Big Bird, Elmo, Abby, Cookie Monster, Grover, and Kermit. She loves the toddler doll she got for Christmas, which she has dubbed Tigger. She plays catch, and sometimes actually catches the ball! She loves to run run run everywhere. She's quite the kid.
Sarah, Sofia and I went to DC this past week during a snowstorm (seriously, they have more snow than we do-by a lot!) to meet baby Anika and spend time with Johanna. My niece is so precious; we all adore her. Sofia especially. She held her and caressed her and talked to her and loved on her. Truly heart-melting.
Life at the paper is...well...I'm looking into school. I'm tired of the drama, tired of the poor management, tired of constantly being blamed. She really thinks I should be able to do all the reporting in just a few hours, and should be able to finish the paper all by myself. Mondays have been long lately (though not 2 or 3 am, which is wonderful), but she leaves almost two hours before I get to. Then, if there is a mistake (which there invariably is because I've been there for 16 hours), I get blamed for it. Completely frustrating.
School, however, remains an abstract. There are waiting lists on waiting lists, and I am ineligible for financial aid for an ADN (associates degree in nursing) since I already have a bachelor's degree. I'm considering Physician's Assistant school, but there doesn't appear to be a program within an hour and a half from home.
I'm just ready for spring. Everything feels better when there is sunshine and green grass outside.
Sofia is still plugging away at the true test of big-girl-ness, and doing very well. She hasn't yet won her big present, but is managing to stay dry most of the time, and has, on occasion, remembered to put number two where it belongs. Still working on that, but we are so proud of her! She's pretty proud of herself, too. Walk into our bathroom and see the jar of M&M's; you'll know we have a toddler in the house.
Speaking of the toddler, she really isn't much of a toddler anymore. She's all big girl. She talks in full sentences with correct grammar, with only some mistakes. She still calls it "sesareet", macamoni and cheese, and doesn't quite understand the difference between he and she. However, she can recognize most letters and numbers, and surprised me the other day by saying, "p, p, p, p, Polar starts with P!" She counts in both languages (though fourteen is still her nemesis), and is really improving at putting together puzzles. She used to get so frustrated when she couldn't get it right the first time, but she really concentrates to figure it out now. She has an imagination that doesn't quit. I love her stories and silly games and watching her play with her stuffed animals and dolls in all sorts of ways. She sleeps with a menagerie, complete with bear, puppy, pink blanket, deer, and 'sesareet' which includes each of Big Bird, Elmo, Abby, Cookie Monster, Grover, and Kermit. She loves the toddler doll she got for Christmas, which she has dubbed Tigger. She plays catch, and sometimes actually catches the ball! She loves to run run run everywhere. She's quite the kid.
Sarah, Sofia and I went to DC this past week during a snowstorm (seriously, they have more snow than we do-by a lot!) to meet baby Anika and spend time with Johanna. My niece is so precious; we all adore her. Sofia especially. She held her and caressed her and talked to her and loved on her. Truly heart-melting.
Life at the paper is...well...I'm looking into school. I'm tired of the drama, tired of the poor management, tired of constantly being blamed. She really thinks I should be able to do all the reporting in just a few hours, and should be able to finish the paper all by myself. Mondays have been long lately (though not 2 or 3 am, which is wonderful), but she leaves almost two hours before I get to. Then, if there is a mistake (which there invariably is because I've been there for 16 hours), I get blamed for it. Completely frustrating.
School, however, remains an abstract. There are waiting lists on waiting lists, and I am ineligible for financial aid for an ADN (associates degree in nursing) since I already have a bachelor's degree. I'm considering Physician's Assistant school, but there doesn't appear to be a program within an hour and a half from home.
I'm just ready for spring. Everything feels better when there is sunshine and green grass outside.
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