Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.
Wow, a polar opposite from yesterday. I am afraid to write this post. I feel like it's tempting fate. I don't even want to think about what I hope I never have to do. There are many things I hope I never have to do.
So....hmmm.
Ok, I hope I never have to fire anyone. I don't like to be the bad guy. I definately do NOT like to be the bearer of bad news.
And that is all I am going to say on that. It's true. And this is about truth.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
30 Days of Truth: Day 5
Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life.
I have always wanted to get my PhD. I love science. I mean, I big red fat puffy heart science. I was born to be a research scientist. I love forming new ideas. I love collecting data and go over and over and over it until my eyes are blurry, just to figure out what it all means.
After my finishing up my Master's degree, I was burn out. I was so tired of the administrative side of school. All I wanted to do was science. I love taking new science classes. I love the discipline. But I was so tired and just done for the moment. I wanted to get married and move to the next chapter of my life, a chapter that did not involve school.
Now...now, I am aching to get back into a lab, into a library, into a classroom. I am ready to take on this goal fully and wholeheartedly. It's who I am, what I am meant to do.
I have other goals, other things that I want to accomplish. I want another child. I want to buy a house. I want to go shark diving. I want to ride in a hot air balloon. I want to travel, go back to Europe. I want to see a blue whale.
The goals I have..I know some of them aren't meant to come true, but they give me much to work toward, to dream about. And one that I hope I achieve is earning my PhD, and I am working very had to make the goal more and more a reality each day.
I have always wanted to get my PhD. I love science. I mean, I big red fat puffy heart science. I was born to be a research scientist. I love forming new ideas. I love collecting data and go over and over and over it until my eyes are blurry, just to figure out what it all means.
After my finishing up my Master's degree, I was burn out. I was so tired of the administrative side of school. All I wanted to do was science. I love taking new science classes. I love the discipline. But I was so tired and just done for the moment. I wanted to get married and move to the next chapter of my life, a chapter that did not involve school.
Now...now, I am aching to get back into a lab, into a library, into a classroom. I am ready to take on this goal fully and wholeheartedly. It's who I am, what I am meant to do.
I have other goals, other things that I want to accomplish. I want another child. I want to buy a house. I want to go shark diving. I want to ride in a hot air balloon. I want to travel, go back to Europe. I want to see a blue whale.
The goals I have..I know some of them aren't meant to come true, but they give me much to work toward, to dream about. And one that I hope I achieve is earning my PhD, and I am working very had to make the goal more and more a reality each day.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Full Steam Ahead
He is fealess. But it's nice to know that he looks over his shoulder to make sure Mommy and Daddy are still there.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Attachment
As we are racing two the 2 year birthday, Isaac has hit a MAJOR mommy attachment phase, one I thought we might bypass. None such luck.
And it's a pretty bad attachment. I saw it starting before Christmas, right when he got sick. We pretty much camped out on my bed and watched "Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas" and napped for 3 days straight. He got a bit anxious and whiney when I would get up to get food, a refill on his drink (or mine for that matter), or to go to the bathroom. If my phone wasn't in the room with me, forget it, most likely I wasn't answering calls (which I didn't anyway). I attributed this to being sick. I mean, everyone wants their mommy when they don't feel good right?
Well, then he got better. But the attachment got worse. It's gotten to the point where I can't be more than 2 feet away from him, if that. And that is a generous estimate.
Let me clarify. When he is at daycare, he's fine. When he is with his dad, fine. When I am around, not fine. Seriously, it gets ugly and really fast. Most times, he wants to be ON me. On my lap, on my hip, doesn't matter. He wants me to hold him and carry him around. Now the list of things I can do one-handed since having a child is quite extensive and impressive. However, this list grew when Isaac was itty bitty, NOT pushing 30lbs and wasn't so tall...meaning...he's cumbersome to lug around after 2 minutes. If I don't pick him up, he screams. Like throws himself onto the floor and SCREAMS.
I don't give in all the time. I know it's not good for him, and I know (PRAY) that he will outgrow this and soonish. If I am on the couch, he has to sit on my lap or right next to me. If I am in the kitchen, he's in the kitchen. If I am in the bathroom, yep...he's in the bathroom. The other night when Ben was home, I just wanted 2 minutes of peace and I went in the bathroom and shut the door. Within seconds of realizing that I was no longer in the same room as him, Isaac raced to to closed door and began screaming for me. He pounded on the door, and wouldn't let Ben pick him up. Upon coming out, I found a snot-dripping, red faced, tear streaked little boy. Another night, I was literally walking around my (give it large-mongous) bed to put clothes away in the closet and he FREAKED because again, more than 2 feet away.
Sooooo....any suggestions on how I can hurry this phase along? I won't lie, sometimes it is nice. Like the other night when we were watching Toy Story 3 and he cuddled up next to me. But those times when I just can't get him, and I have to walk into another room? Those are the times I need advice.
And it's a pretty bad attachment. I saw it starting before Christmas, right when he got sick. We pretty much camped out on my bed and watched "Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas" and napped for 3 days straight. He got a bit anxious and whiney when I would get up to get food, a refill on his drink (or mine for that matter), or to go to the bathroom. If my phone wasn't in the room with me, forget it, most likely I wasn't answering calls (which I didn't anyway). I attributed this to being sick. I mean, everyone wants their mommy when they don't feel good right?
Well, then he got better. But the attachment got worse. It's gotten to the point where I can't be more than 2 feet away from him, if that. And that is a generous estimate.
Let me clarify. When he is at daycare, he's fine. When he is with his dad, fine. When I am around, not fine. Seriously, it gets ugly and really fast. Most times, he wants to be ON me. On my lap, on my hip, doesn't matter. He wants me to hold him and carry him around. Now the list of things I can do one-handed since having a child is quite extensive and impressive. However, this list grew when Isaac was itty bitty, NOT pushing 30lbs and wasn't so tall...meaning...he's cumbersome to lug around after 2 minutes. If I don't pick him up, he screams. Like throws himself onto the floor and SCREAMS.
I don't give in all the time. I know it's not good for him, and I know (PRAY) that he will outgrow this and soonish. If I am on the couch, he has to sit on my lap or right next to me. If I am in the kitchen, he's in the kitchen. If I am in the bathroom, yep...he's in the bathroom. The other night when Ben was home, I just wanted 2 minutes of peace and I went in the bathroom and shut the door. Within seconds of realizing that I was no longer in the same room as him, Isaac raced to to closed door and began screaming for me. He pounded on the door, and wouldn't let Ben pick him up. Upon coming out, I found a snot-dripping, red faced, tear streaked little boy. Another night, I was literally walking around my (give it large-mongous) bed to put clothes away in the closet and he FREAKED because again, more than 2 feet away.
Sooooo....any suggestions on how I can hurry this phase along? I won't lie, sometimes it is nice. Like the other night when we were watching Toy Story 3 and he cuddled up next to me. But those times when I just can't get him, and I have to walk into another room? Those are the times I need advice.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A Break From Shopping
Auntie Gail took this picture on her new fancy smancy iPod touch, and I LOOOOVVVVEEEE it. :) After a bit of shopping we took Isaac up to the fabulous Women's Lounge at Nordstrom's to left him run around like a crazy fool for a bit. There is a GIANT mirror on one wall and Isaac was fascinated by his full reflection. He may have even um, licked the mirror. Sigh.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Resolute
Ah, the start of a new year. A new year that people enter into with resolutions to change their lives, to change themselves. It's time to bid adieu to 2010 and ring in the new year with resolutions.
I really don't make resolutions. I never ever keep them and being the type A personality that I am, I hate fialing at anything. That's what I feel like resolutions do for me, make me feel like a failure. Let's face it no one likes feeling that way. This is just the way I feel. If you can make resolutions and keep them, high five! Seriously. :)
What I do is take time to reflect on the year that is coming to a close. I look at what I accomplished and the happy moments that I shared with loved ones. I look at where I was at the beginning of the year and where I am to close it out. If there is something that I don't like about that year, something about myself, yes I set goals to change it. Maybe those are resolutions. But I don't think so because I don't really set myself to accomplish them in that year. They are just things about my life that I want to change, in general. I believe there is a difference. Again, that might just be me.
I am making a resolution this year. What am I resolving this year is to be happy no matter what happens. That might seem hokey, but I believe that it is the right one to make. We are in for some major changes in 2011, and I want to go into them with optimism and hope. To me, that is half the battle. We are starting this year off in California, but hopefully will not be ending it the same. That itself is a major change, and will involve many sacrifices but all for the better. No one likes change, myself include. In fact, it can downright terrify me, especially when we are happy and stable in our lives. But I, and my husband, believe that although we are happy, there is a life for us that we can be happier in. And that life is not in California. We have a wonderful life and are truly blessed and grateful. We are proud of what we have accomplished.
This new year is starting a new chapter our lives that we are excited about. We are hoping that everything plays out as we want, and that by this time next year I will be able to write that I kept my resolution, that I embraced 2011 with happiness and that I am truly happier than I could have predicted.
Here's to 2011! :)
I really don't make resolutions. I never ever keep them and being the type A personality that I am, I hate fialing at anything. That's what I feel like resolutions do for me, make me feel like a failure. Let's face it no one likes feeling that way. This is just the way I feel. If you can make resolutions and keep them, high five! Seriously. :)
What I do is take time to reflect on the year that is coming to a close. I look at what I accomplished and the happy moments that I shared with loved ones. I look at where I was at the beginning of the year and where I am to close it out. If there is something that I don't like about that year, something about myself, yes I set goals to change it. Maybe those are resolutions. But I don't think so because I don't really set myself to accomplish them in that year. They are just things about my life that I want to change, in general. I believe there is a difference. Again, that might just be me.
I am making a resolution this year. What am I resolving this year is to be happy no matter what happens. That might seem hokey, but I believe that it is the right one to make. We are in for some major changes in 2011, and I want to go into them with optimism and hope. To me, that is half the battle. We are starting this year off in California, but hopefully will not be ending it the same. That itself is a major change, and will involve many sacrifices but all for the better. No one likes change, myself include. In fact, it can downright terrify me, especially when we are happy and stable in our lives. But I, and my husband, believe that although we are happy, there is a life for us that we can be happier in. And that life is not in California. We have a wonderful life and are truly blessed and grateful. We are proud of what we have accomplished.
This new year is starting a new chapter our lives that we are excited about. We are hoping that everything plays out as we want, and that by this time next year I will be able to write that I kept my resolution, that I embraced 2011 with happiness and that I am truly happier than I could have predicted.
Here's to 2011! :)
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