tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22205583973759314232024-02-18T23:27:27.193-08:00TawnyfrogmouthTawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-72981950713210606022012-12-14T04:57:00.002-08:002012-12-14T04:57:48.666-08:00WorkingMy job is perfect. Seriously, apparently grading ninth grade English is my current calling (along with raising the babies, haha). <br />
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I was telling Andy a few days ago how weird it is how things work out. A year ago I lost my tech job. It was a really tough time for us since it really hurt us in the financial department, and I was 7 months pregnant with Judah! But my homeschooling job came through pretty quickly when I think about it, just about two months later. <br />
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Anyway, I love working from home. I am so happy I get to make a little extra money for our family, while also keeping my resume current, and my brain in good shape (ninth grade shape at the minimum, right?).<br />
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<br />Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-72585313731193164782012-05-03T05:25:00.000-07:002012-05-03T05:25:00.138-07:00Two little clothie butts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am very proud to say that I am successfully cloth diapering two babies. I really wish that the bigger baby would potty train, but in the meantime I have the whole two in diapers thing going on. Flip diapers are great because they really are adjustable. Judah didn't fit into them until he was a month old (his little skinny baby legs were too small) but now they fit him great. I absolutely love that I don't need different sets of diapers for the kids.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-25743942331121548502012-05-02T05:15:00.003-07:002012-05-02T05:15:44.666-07:00Summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I am so happy it's getting warm. We have been living in the backyard, making me incredibly grateful that we actually have a backyard. Luthie and I hang in the baby pool, I get my tan on, and Judah does this: </span></div>
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<br />Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-37734485014621841622012-04-28T05:50:00.000-07:002012-04-28T05:50:01.594-07:00UpdateMy poor little blog. As if I wasn't a bad enough blogger, now I've gone and left it for months. Well, I'm hopefully back now. Now for a quick catch-up:<br />
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January: Judah was born a full six days early on January 4th! He decided to surprise us by coming on the most inconvenient day of that time period right after Andy's Christmas vacation, but before my sister arrived to help out. His birth was rather chaotic mostly due to the nutsy hospital staff. The labor itself was pretty smooth, but I was darn lucky this was our second kid and I knew what I was doing. The dramatic part of the story is that Andy almost caught him. <br />
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The rest of January we spent adjusting to a new little one. Lu went through a crazy sleep strike that was super fun. <br />
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February: We continue learning how to take car of two. I pick back up working 15 hours a week grading papers. Andy's family came to visit to see Judah Baptized.<br />
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March: Work, work, work, and studying on Andy's part. I also turned 25. I started running again thanks to the sweet new running shoes Andy got me for my birthday.<br />
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April: Andy really starts to kick it into high gear preparing for finals, and writing his thesis. He spends many nights studying late, I spend many nights on duty with the kidlets so he can work. <br />
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Now, gloriously, Andy has his final final on Thursday! It has been a long three years of school for him, but he will finally have his masters! I am so proud. <br />
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I think we have also adjusted well to having another kid. It's busy and tough, but awesome to see the little sibling relationship bloom. I am able to enjoy Judah so much more than I was able to Luthie at this age because I am just so much less nervous! I worried about everything with her. With Judah figuring out what to do has been easy. I'll get more pictures up soon :)Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-51391986455113527612012-01-11T16:25:00.000-08:002012-01-11T16:44:06.759-08:00Judah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMt3STyckQ0bcxIyrVmbrf4HSs69DzF9YaaozLBNA_694kxvssQJUxXq2fwcD428BPm8lc6L5_6enrJTPLeISQWzLh6nMcTYiOnV4ZLRdM2KRnjyFUUclTaocABK-R9OnQNF4B-0o7NI/s1600/404669_10150503376829836_507564835_8516120_96216379_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMt3STyckQ0bcxIyrVmbrf4HSs69DzF9YaaozLBNA_694kxvssQJUxXq2fwcD428BPm8lc6L5_6enrJTPLeISQWzLh6nMcTYiOnV4ZLRdM2KRnjyFUUclTaocABK-R9OnQNF4B-0o7NI/s400/404669_10150503376829836_507564835_8516120_96216379_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696538179279656402" /></a><br />Well we have a baby--Judah Andrew Horner! He was born January 4 a little after 1pm. I went into labor around 9:30am, and fortunately Andy had not left for work yet. My sister wasn't arriving until the evening so we scrambled around, got Luthien to her beloved babysitter, then took off for the hospital. He came fast, and we stuck it to the man by not listening to most of the instructions from the hospital personnel. Andy was a great support and advocate for me. I am so glad he can support me like that. <div><br /></div><div>Thinks have been hectic but I think we are adjusting well here. The boy himself is super chill. It feels so easy taking care of a newborn this time around. He nurses well, and rarely cries. He's a tiny little guy, only weighed 6 pounds 5 ounces at birth. Today was Andy's first day back at work since the baby was born, but my sister has been helping out a ton. We have been enjoying her cooking thoroughly :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Luthien has had some rough times. She is extra clingy, and has been having some trouble getting into a regular sleeping pattern. But she loves Judah, and tries to hold him and kiss him as often as possible. I'm sure it's quite an emotional adjustment for her. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's so amazing to see our expanded little family. It is crazy and hectic, but there is so much joy and laughter too. </div>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-8297699722024506392012-01-02T16:20:00.000-08:002012-01-03T05:44:33.135-08:002012Hi all. I know it's been a long absence. I got out of my blog habit then it's just that much harder to start again, like when you put off calling someone, and the longer you wait the harder it is to do, even though ultimately you want to. <div><br /></div><div>Here's to 2012! I think this is going to be a very good year. </div><div><br /></div><div>We are starting it off expecting our little baby boy in a very short time. I'm due the 10th, but Lu was a 8 days early so I'm feeling paranoid about being early. I can't believe this baby is so close to being born, and I really cannot wait to meet him. It's amazing how I have been carrying this little person around for nine months but really don't know him yet. I can't wait to see what he looks like and what his personality is like. There is so much less anxiety this time around due to lots of different things, mostly I am just not scared. There was so much to learn with Lu, and although we made it through it was tough. I'm sure this baby will present new challenges, but I know how to change a diaper, and give a newborn a bath, and burp one effectively. And I cannot wait for newborn snuggles.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got another job! I'm working for a homeschool organization as a grader ("Instructional Assistant"). It's based almost completely from home, and I think it will be a very good thing for us in the finances department. </div><div><br /></div><div>One last thing for the new year, I want to start running again. I was doing really well this year until I got pregnant then it just lost its appeal and I lost my drive. I'm planning on getting some new running shoes and signing up for a race in the summer, 6-10 miles long. I will have hot calves again!</div>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-91086346652422954422011-10-25T06:56:00.000-07:002011-10-25T06:56:00.672-07:00Losing yourselfI don't really believe in losing yourself to motherhood. At least not anymore than you lose yourself to anything in life.<br /><br />Let me clarify. As a fairly new mama there have been times when I've felt like I've 'lost myself.' But that usually happens when I start to think I'm meant for something super awesome. It's a classic grass is greener on the other side type thing. Granted this happens in my darker moments when motherhood feels decidedly not awesome. But I think this is a mistaken way of thinking. I am not the activities I enjoy, I am not knitting, running, reading, ultimate frisbee, or stout beer. These things are good and enriching but they don't make me who I am. It is still important I do them for my own good, but if I never knitted again I wouldn't be less of myself.<br /><br />My point is I am most myself when I bring myself, all my gifts and weirdnesses and also faults into what I am doing...into my duties, my conversations, my work, my play, everything. I may have to spend my entire day typing on the computer and feeding Luthien, and doing laundry, but if I do these as myself bringing myself into them for love of my family and of myself, I do not lose myself in them. For instance, yesterday evening Luthien was kind of a nutcase. She was crazy and I was feeling like losing it. So I just started hanging with her and pretty soon we were spinning in circles in the living room and laughing, getting dizzy and falling down. I was still in full blowing mom mode, but I felt completely myself too. I will spin around in circles with my kid even if I look like an idiot and this is a good thing about me.<br /><br />So in all that is crazy about parenthood, I contend it is possible to bring your selfhood into it, and let it thrive there. If that means you sing a song about pooping to keep your kid entertained while changing their diaper that totally works. Making time for ourselves individually is important, but so is realizing that you don't cease to exist, to have personality when you are doing your regular parenting work.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-69687804039062001702011-10-24T19:16:00.000-07:002011-10-24T19:22:58.870-07:00UnemployedRecently my job laid me off. It didn't come at a great time. I learned so much at that job, and I was really hoping that it was about to set me on a decent career path. At six months pregnant I don't think I have great odds of finding something new before our little boy is born. I know tons of people have been laid off in recent years, but it's still frustrating to deal with. <br /><br />I mean we are lucky. Andy has a decent job and health insurance. We are making it if just barely. And I am on the hunt to find something that works for our lives. The working from home thing worked super well from me so I would love to find something similar.<br /><br />On the up-side, with all this extra time now that I'm not working forty hours a week on my computer, we now have clean bathrooms, clean floors, clean closets, organized baby clothes, and I've actually cooked some stuff! I've also been able to spend lots of good play time with Lu, and really enjoyed the extra time to dote on her. We baked cookies today, and I didn't even use a mix! <br /><br />We've also recommitted ourselves to cloth diapers and have been having great success! We've even successfully kept Lu's lovely diaper rashes at bay. In theory not having a job means I should have more time to blog, so we'll see how that goes :)Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-86284647913978370012011-10-20T05:55:00.001-07:002011-10-20T06:14:07.159-07:00Summer pictures<div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6sc6AWxrMzt4IIIFBhRUMrlYq4dWJttTM4Xwhx6nZKxQllcV7U4eRoav5z6JuzFiSxLv1EIZ3iRqSybqBvges_T5pk93cdMp6YAJdStb9M9idFcZ5Xjoh92SimephgrcwZFDfNW5diM/s1600/DSC01448.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6sc6AWxrMzt4IIIFBhRUMrlYq4dWJttTM4Xwhx6nZKxQllcV7U4eRoav5z6JuzFiSxLv1EIZ3iRqSybqBvges_T5pk93cdMp6YAJdStb9M9idFcZ5Xjoh92SimephgrcwZFDfNW5diM/s400/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665559974408208226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Luthien on the fourth of July. So patriotic!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4gje80Zp0_1h1Pr7DLhz6ARZ87vCmijaI0SVSUXQ3xrU1Zsbff0-2xCQ9Kc8P_g1iQOVoWdhdNEbguUQ8wvs6ytWxgqy6jBUK-7A2A-aGf0ZIttNTymlwXzIBikE8TeUcW0pSujjkgQ/s1600/DSC01496.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4gje80Zp0_1h1Pr7DLhz6ARZ87vCmijaI0SVSUXQ3xrU1Zsbff0-2xCQ9Kc8P_g1iQOVoWdhdNEbguUQ8wvs6ytWxgqy6jBUK-7A2A-aGf0ZIttNTymlwXzIBikE8TeUcW0pSujjkgQ/s400/DSC01496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665560428373708242" border="0" /></a>Hanging with Grampy and Boobie before the fireworks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPVfIkTGzGgrXTneXMPgzU4KQG8IhLlrBg9uRuUyfYoQO3UJVsalgLttRtL4H8xM4F_V1wpG0cKf1M9Inu6m0ke2iHe4HaU85f44hay4e_DRHzBr-kAYwuFBeF_6XLtRvZEWX7-JG8Do/s1600/DSC01530.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpPVfIkTGzGgrXTneXMPgzU4KQG8IhLlrBg9uRuUyfYoQO3UJVsalgLttRtL4H8xM4F_V1wpG0cKf1M9Inu6m0ke2iHe4HaU85f44hay4e_DRHzBr-kAYwuFBeF_6XLtRvZEWX7-JG8Do/s400/DSC01530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665560907736593586" border="0" /></a>She thought they were fascinating.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVfOtc5sLSpm4ZR7mm0IajVYhQ05TYjDD4iskVURvHHw2rZcZZKPKEgNu546DP1sfbytmDVeRRKGvwxBfGBq5VHxEnXis879u9Ow5ZjiAkQ6ozE5Afj8xqx1tijnNV9Vv2hGsgyLE8fo/s1600/DSC01726.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVfOtc5sLSpm4ZR7mm0IajVYhQ05TYjDD4iskVURvHHw2rZcZZKPKEgNu546DP1sfbytmDVeRRKGvwxBfGBq5VHxEnXis879u9Ow5ZjiAkQ6ozE5Afj8xqx1tijnNV9Vv2hGsgyLE8fo/s400/DSC01726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665561243808772578" border="0" /></a><br />I'm about 24 weeks with the little boy here, finally showing!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXK8rNE9y2FyA0o-oP6ZOREcwaPhTa0GhyphenhyphentL8Bu9GjUVvUQnRq0PZSVDIeIHLYNEdS8k9UM2FYCOzVNUzK0H2fdiuAoQ_aVILf6wFLFnYLovcW8gbahio458W68aoicibNDfEBVRmDhg/s1600/DSC01401.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXK8rNE9y2FyA0o-oP6ZOREcwaPhTa0GhyphenhyphentL8Bu9GjUVvUQnRq0PZSVDIeIHLYNEdS8k9UM2FYCOzVNUzK0H2fdiuAoQ_aVILf6wFLFnYLovcW8gbahio458W68aoicibNDfEBVRmDhg/s400/DSC01401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665561810797748626" border="0" /></a><br />Andy's surprise date for me :)<br /></div>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-27761955664728667912011-10-13T06:18:00.000-07:002011-10-13T06:18:00.167-07:00Cloth diapers<div><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 200px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662224408228914962" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4r7TWNzPFtPW8WmfRMNu7baTua2tvJzlyRoJjyceN7OHdKEDaxzfjgQT2RxM8leyEx3U9LG90_tK4Lh_XG9Y3c8NOAyicXL9cE33YwaETUv2658JkkzOG6SlKv-W93sEx9NhAs0Q8vjw/s200/flip-cloth-diaper-ribbit.jpg" border="0" />We have quite a varied diapering journey. Lu wore disposable diapers until she was five months old, when I suddenly realized I was sick of paying for them. We did some research and bought some cloth diapers. My originial diaper purchase were good for a smaller baby but had a harder time working well as Lu grew. I finally got some flip diapers, and so far they are my favorite. They are a diaper cover with a washable insert. The think I like about them is that I can use any insert in them, including the old ones we have that are too small (these work well when extra absorbancy is needed). Cloth diapering was a lot easier than I thought it would be, although I never would have tackled it while living in an apartment. However, after a few months of using cloth Lu started breaking out in horrible diaper rashes. We all went through a lot of pain over it, and eventually went back to disposable diapers. I was sad about it, but I hadn't found a good solution to her rashes, and they were much easier to get rid of when she was in disposable. The last few months we've started using cloth part time again. We can't use them while she is at her daycare, and I don't use them at night since I think that was part of the diaper rash problem. Yet even using them a few days a week saves us some money. </div><div> </div><div>I would really like to cloth diaper this next baby, and I'm looking to buy more flip diapers. Hopefully his skin is tougher than Lu's and we don't have as many rash issues.</div>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-82469277324900603382011-10-05T17:29:00.000-07:002011-10-06T06:39:30.909-07:00Travel season<div>For about two months during the Fall, Andy lives in 'travel season.' From mid September to mid November he is gone at least a couple days a week recruiting as part of his job. October is the most intense. He is gone four days this week and four next week. Sometimes it's really tough. Taking care of Lu without her dad around is more challenging. We both miss him. We tend to get a bit house-bound (that's mostly my fault since Andy is the extrovert in our relationship). </div><div> </div><div>However, this travel season I've been thinking of the upsides as well. First off I appreciate all the more how much he does! Between taking care of Lu with me, and doing other house work my husband takes his family work seriously. I really notice how much more I do when he is gone. </div><div> </div><div>Mostly though in some ways we take his travel as a way to appreciate each other all the more. Something about missing someone, laying in bed at night and wishing he was here, is a powerful reminder of how much I love him. </div><div> </div><div>We also take full advantage of our possible modes of communication. We often text during the day, and we usually end up talking on the phone a few times a day too. This year we've been video skyping before going to sleep. It's good to see his face before going to bed. Even Lu gets in on the skyping provided we can set it up before she goes to sleep!</div><div> </div><div>My point is we stay close despite the distance. Missing him during the day and making our sappy phone calls is a good reminder of all we have in each other, and I am grateful. Plus every weekend feels like a vacation, a time to spend as a family.</div><div> </div><div>(PS. I try not to write to many of these romantic posts, because then people will find out that I am really just a big sap.)</div>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-11814350521787385742011-09-26T09:29:00.001-07:002011-09-26T09:41:17.131-07:00Going back in time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngNBCCrv5f-dUrCXoZeVAmVomzAnJJgcBblxdudUonXScJwUZ2K36kpnGLTQ_yDtGTdvOWki1riRPaMQh8yZxO_GnTFFaPrw9xDYNKyx77Ck0tO9J1WB3TsKFQQVR0nkI_Z0phQ9FMgA/s1600/college-photo_4890._445x280-zmm.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngNBCCrv5f-dUrCXoZeVAmVomzAnJJgcBblxdudUonXScJwUZ2K36kpnGLTQ_yDtGTdvOWki1riRPaMQh8yZxO_GnTFFaPrw9xDYNKyx77Ck0tO9J1WB3TsKFQQVR0nkI_Z0phQ9FMgA/s400/college-photo_4890._445x280-zmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656708917691795602" border="0" /></a><br />Tomorrow we are driving out to Steubenville, Ohio to visit our old stomping grounds. We have visited our school at least twice a year since we graduated, mainly because my younger sister, and now brother as well go to the same school. However, there is another reason we keep going back. It is a refreshing experience for us as well. In the past we liked seeing old friends still in the area, but now we know very few people (aside from my siblings). But we love the atmosphere, the Masses we get to go to, praying in the port. We like remembering this place and part of our lives that was so defining and building. It was also defining for our relationship. We spent our first year together here. It was a crazy tumultuous year, but it was a good one. We both had jobs in the sad town of Steubenville. We went to classes, put off homework, stressed over papers and tests. It was such a different time from now, it was a time of growth and development. Now when we return we feel more sure of where our lives are going, we have each other, the most precious thing gained from our undergrad. We have Lu, and now a new little one on the way. We are rejuvenated in this place, reminded of our faith and where we began. Visiting our school reminds us of all we have accomplished and all we have to be grateful for.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-67358106584814339262011-09-23T17:07:00.000-07:002011-09-23T17:11:02.114-07:00Now for something completely frivolousThis is my new favorite brand of nail polish <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1ARTtPBcMDpZcOf7HhXtbqeT14rvArZLuRD2augCc7GkUD4rCUlL1QGnJP9WVt2kPKCbe2AR9Jvh4trwg7weDHgPdMW7PJwYFnnJpcRyMQa6bye6EeVMr8Kk-2rIIw9YsbD30WgX9mY/s1600/sinfulcolors-hazard.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1ARTtPBcMDpZcOf7HhXtbqeT14rvArZLuRD2augCc7GkUD4rCUlL1QGnJP9WVt2kPKCbe2AR9Jvh4trwg7weDHgPdMW7PJwYFnnJpcRyMQa6bye6EeVMr8Kk-2rIIw9YsbD30WgX9mY/s200/sinfulcolors-hazard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655711318249886738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It has tons of fun colors, nice bright ones. I painted my toes two weeks ago and they still look dang good and painted. Best of all, it's two bucks a bottle. Lu wanted her toes painted too.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-46147860053249132372011-09-21T11:02:00.001-07:002011-09-21T11:04:59.259-07:00Are you guys done yet?I know in theory that most people have one or two kids, maybe three if they are really living on the edge. But I didn’t realize it in its realness until recently when we found out we are having a little boy. We have one girl, and now one boy, and a dog—we are the cliché American family! And man do I hate being cliché. Many people have asked us if, since we will have one of each, if we’re done. It makes me feel a little defensive of a possible little girl we would have had. If I was carrying a girl instead of a boy would she be somehow less since we wouldn’t have our one of each quota? Would people still ask if we were done, or if we are going to try for a boy next? We honestly have not set about building our family with some kind of formula in mind. So far we've taken a pretty laid back approach.<br /><br />I don’t know if we are done or not. I don’t think we are. At some point after Lu we just knew we were ready for another baby. After this baby is born we’ll see what happens. I don’t think we are ‘done’ at two, but even if we want to have a third maybe we won’t be able to for some reason. <br /> <br />We love having children. It is beautiful and hard, and the most philosophical moments of my life have been watching Luthien as she learns about the world. I can’t wait to meet our little boy and find out who he is. I do not know how many children we will have. Our Catholic beliefs come into play as well since we believe that a huge part of marriage is geared towards raising children together. <br /><br />One baby at a time is what we often tell each other when we start worrying or planning unnecessarily.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-19081437727482271672011-09-20T09:15:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:20:53.695-07:00Lu and her doggie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXPKbZqRa4-hAFOuYN4oiPKI8oOHWdv3_mnJgk5fhl8TFdlse82xt5BGUFhyphenhyphenry7THFMMCWwpnj5qzZu9ZZqnbPrqyz_7MFYGiGejyWJRp6KEJllWA8QqPUkGQWjpvvnONrvQwJPauKrM/s1600/DSC01261.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXPKbZqRa4-hAFOuYN4oiPKI8oOHWdv3_mnJgk5fhl8TFdlse82xt5BGUFhyphenhyphenry7THFMMCWwpnj5qzZu9ZZqnbPrqyz_7MFYGiGejyWJRp6KEJllWA8QqPUkGQWjpvvnONrvQwJPauKrM/s400/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654477523458455282" /></a>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-39036360634640552082011-09-20T07:13:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:15:24.531-07:00Baby HammockFor some reason this whole having a baby thing has been on my mind lately. Maybe it's because my stomach now sticks out pretty blatently (we are getting close to the six month mark!), or maybe it's because since I don't really have symptoms of pregnancy early on I don't really feel pregnant until the babe starts wailing on me. And this little boy is kicking like crazy lately!<br /><br />Anyway, I have been much more forward thinking this time around and one thing I've been interested in is baby wearing. We used this tactic a bit with Lu when she was really little. Usually Andy would carry her in the baby bjorn which worked great for him. I wasn't as comfortable in it. This time however, I want to still be able to do things like take Lu to the park and just keep chasing her around in general, so wearing this new one seems like a good option. So far I have two carriers. I found a navy blue moby wrap at a thrift store, so we'll try that one out. And yesterday I scored this beautiful thing:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIlcbdZpDQWX_iI7J4COCIsORA5IwK3tD0fbAViV8Ndm5A2IRHniiKvjSgiPLJiOLIRgb1u-Gv5a7QaHsDEV5aIgjc4XD0fx2Li5iIlbJssLFVKrF3KnS3bB8U6_R9XFl2c6Wfjjhpg0/s1600/31HfLyQia%252BL.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJIlcbdZpDQWX_iI7J4COCIsORA5IwK3tD0fbAViV8Ndm5A2IRHniiKvjSgiPLJiOLIRgb1u-Gv5a7QaHsDEV5aIgjc4XD0fx2Li5iIlbJssLFVKrF3KnS3bB8U6_R9XFl2c6Wfjjhpg0/s400/31HfLyQia%252BL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654449817972720674" /></a> <br />I think it's a tad big on me, but I think I can altar it fairly easily. I never got used to the sling with Lu (Maralee generously lent us hers, although it will soon be put to use again for her new little one!), because she basically hated it. I'm hoping the little boy likes slings more. I can barely wait to wear this one it's so pretty! Boho Mama, that's what I'll be.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-48364314770323406052011-09-15T10:22:00.000-07:002011-09-15T10:33:49.441-07:00Troubles with baby clothes, the sagaI believe I've mentioned in the past how I have baby clothes issues. Don't get me wrong I love little tiny cute clothes, but there are three reoccuring baby clothes issues I encounter. <br /><br />Issue #1: Extreme gender emphasis. Don’t get me wrong I love a little girl in a cute dress, but does every single piece of girl’s clothing have to be pink with sparkles on it? I am not a huge pink fan, and our babies tend to be pretty pink themselves, so I think the huge amounts of pink in girl’s clothes is nuts. There are so many awesome colors out there, but I find myself really searching to find colors other than pink (and the occasional purple accent).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFrf4T4DwKvMFqTayxCGZqKjCNHrJJmf4JdygcCbnw0CGlYl-f89NxnaQV3OfPyjzjxonR-LUXUzk76niUpH2U1mlKXl5YD4i-9txJRditFu0QFEeSJcQCuxIsN3YX46u-KxCm4VLf1Q/s1600/2377EAAA-BD66-4B51-A16A5E99122CAD49.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFrf4T4DwKvMFqTayxCGZqKjCNHrJJmf4JdygcCbnw0CGlYl-f89NxnaQV3OfPyjzjxonR-LUXUzk76niUpH2U1mlKXl5YD4i-9txJRditFu0QFEeSJcQCuxIsN3YX46u-KxCm4VLf1Q/s320/2377EAAA-BD66-4B51-A16A5E99122CAD49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652639645180821266" /></a><br /><br />Boys clothes are similar. We seem to think little boys only wear blue, black, brown, and camo (seriously camo?? Do we want to be telling a baby boy his job is to be a soldier?! Give the kid some time to, you know, learn to sit up). Baby boy clothes also seem to assume that every boy will automatically love sports, American sports, mostly baseball. I am totally fine if my son plays baseball, but he can decide if he likes it. I also am cool if my daughter plays baseball. How about a little title 9 in baby clothes?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUjY7HuPQh2rXVTqqT3Jy_Hc1JfaqU2R_YKtbw7VkR7kzP4mJtk-B_3x0w_jkBSOok59ljqbpkkOMS4_bgba6wLJ7x_0UjJE-bNfPUOXCYaZUrJ6PdQsIL_9GESJItPLliHygQWox6Fc/s1600/BabyBoysClothesBabyAspen300x300.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUjY7HuPQh2rXVTqqT3Jy_Hc1JfaqU2R_YKtbw7VkR7kzP4mJtk-B_3x0w_jkBSOok59ljqbpkkOMS4_bgba6wLJ7x_0UjJE-bNfPUOXCYaZUrJ6PdQsIL_9GESJItPLliHygQWox6Fc/s320/BabyBoysClothesBabyAspen300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652639823452126738" /></a> <br /><br />Issue #2: Lack of creativity. This is a close cousin of my first objection. Baby clothes seem to be completely dictated by the gender of the baby, because it is the worst thing that can happen for a stranger to not automatically know your kids’ gender. Lu has been mistaken for a boy many times due to her mostly baldness (and my somewhat androgynous clothing choices for her) and believe me that little girl is confident despite these mistakes. These are what I like to put babies in. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmvg2m5JnTA2fkU8YeqUt6BZMGOG4nYdvI-ytZMkDvEb_WM6x-JDJ2m_FTqYEdTs2ZX-rlqXTUxIy1qrPCKFAjryXdQ4eNy5Yk0efcdCDy4kpXpMUwXmHy-awigS7eVQPV9ETUXZoD74/s1600/022425693332183.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmvg2m5JnTA2fkU8YeqUt6BZMGOG4nYdvI-ytZMkDvEb_WM6x-JDJ2m_FTqYEdTs2ZX-rlqXTUxIy1qrPCKFAjryXdQ4eNy5Yk0efcdCDy4kpXpMUwXmHy-awigS7eVQPV9ETUXZoD74/s320/022425693332183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652640147418422994" /></a> <br /><br />Issue #3: Babies don’t need real clothes. I remember being given several pairs of newborn jeans when Lu was born, and I never used them. Putting that new fresh skin in jeans just seemed silly to me. Babies mostly eat and sleep, so I see no reason why they shouldn’t wear basically pajamas all the time. Lu wore onsies and sleepers exclusively until she was about four months old. She was born in the winter so little dresses were out of the question. Plus onsies and sleepers are super practical for an immobile baby. They are easy to change diapers in and easy to wash. I never bothered with little dress, jeans, shoes, or headbands because I was all about practicality for Andy and I, and comfort for Lu. Once babies start crawling I can see a need for tougher pants (like jeans) to keep their knees from chafing and for the extra wear, but I really didn’t like putting Lu in dresses until she could walk since they impeded her exploring. And she still spends much of her time in a tshirt and diaper.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Du_Awc1F9ZaRfJwsaB-TznseotQAnxIl0pe9STduAHbWBjaxOIrk0yIERreXRpPA_q3TM2TFtf9tmK0uMr2dBdphX4CW__s5vJMB3AbqpAm31zzjzphUUVEht8oI6joLqllY5u5Qt7o/s1600/tie-dye_baby_onesie_short_sleeve_22.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Du_Awc1F9ZaRfJwsaB-TznseotQAnxIl0pe9STduAHbWBjaxOIrk0yIERreXRpPA_q3TM2TFtf9tmK0uMr2dBdphX4CW__s5vJMB3AbqpAm31zzjzphUUVEht8oI6joLqllY5u5Qt7o/s320/tie-dye_baby_onesie_short_sleeve_22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652640262135329394" /></a><br /><br />We've been been somewhat creative and selective in our own baby clothes purchases to build a practical and colorful wardrobe. I know I have some weird baby clothes hang ups, and this isn’t to say we aren’t grateful for all the gifts of clothing we received. We are! I know lots of people love tiny, grown up clothes for kids, and getting their babies all boy or girled up. Personally I have always believed that babies are cutest when naked, so really anything you dress them in makes them less cute.<br /> Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-42164982958191436222011-09-15T08:15:00.000-07:002011-09-15T08:23:44.704-07:00The CheeseI have a problem with these guys. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM0j_2OYa0ClVsNcIObV3zfUnShT17_0xgopvcd0ZhQbPYuMHBBFnbr86TSbrgu9DmjfV-wTphjO2R402FLbpzW6VXug4NobACsPcUOtpDv_DuhgBLiYiWSS1t4jMgR0Jvx0mu-hiVNFZ/s1600/cheeseballs.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUM0j_2OYa0ClVsNcIObV3zfUnShT17_0xgopvcd0ZhQbPYuMHBBFnbr86TSbrgu9DmjfV-wTphjO2R402FLbpzW6VXug4NobACsPcUOtpDv_DuhgBLiYiWSS1t4jMgR0Jvx0mu-hiVNFZ/s320/cheeseballs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652605087127170018" /></a><br /><br />They are just so dang delicious and I have been having serious salt cravings lately. Apparently this little boy is a big cheese ball.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-48055234072927956962011-09-11T18:02:00.001-07:002011-09-11T18:05:43.204-07:00When Andy proposed to me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrNY41WcpnkmDuOeTUbRg4TIY_s_6in4nY0jEdsslREFxfXwbf8ry9XQpHwMP6xTY5R1pI6DwNKjhGeAo1Uj8bmxVvTqMcmvE5Nt0Ah1fmeYHHyMU3HgcYGRhVxdkxCSwIw9q5e2_a7w/s1600/P1010025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrNY41WcpnkmDuOeTUbRg4TIY_s_6in4nY0jEdsslREFxfXwbf8ry9XQpHwMP6xTY5R1pI6DwNKjhGeAo1Uj8bmxVvTqMcmvE5Nt0Ah1fmeYHHyMU3HgcYGRhVxdkxCSwIw9q5e2_a7w/s400/P1010025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651271435343308738" /></a><br />Two years ago last Thursday (September 8th), Andy asked me to marry him. It was a crazy crazy time believe me. It came after a difficult and strangely joyous summer. We were really poor, poorer then we were even in college. I was four months pregnant, and I know people assumed we were getting married due to our little, growing love child. We just wanted to finally be married to each other.<br /><br />Bonus, Andy managed to buy me a sweet ring while working at Starbucks. Here it is now (with scab) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1NjumQJ0ryn8NlCDbkSKCQZITxHuge1xXhWwji5uuDP2MoUd1YyO43DiQP7kTktO2Me-HKHeJI-613u9wXcnrdxc2IYbsoCdqX9OTp2zQKqvyLb1mlLkp3DsE_AvAZOUH8pMPj0h05A/s1600/DSC00121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1NjumQJ0ryn8NlCDbkSKCQZITxHuge1xXhWwji5uuDP2MoUd1YyO43DiQP7kTktO2Me-HKHeJI-613u9wXcnrdxc2IYbsoCdqX9OTp2zQKqvyLb1mlLkp3DsE_AvAZOUH8pMPj0h05A/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651272315570896194" /></a>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-5117876159161215272011-09-11T17:17:00.000-07:002011-09-11T17:21:07.338-07:00Chicken TagineI very rarely have a moment where I can brag about my cooking. I made this <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfZJIvzh-PG_2uFviiDUiS8NGtPAQvBYj376exCq9_ZsxDbJ4nblYgU7jYzGsMWz69YUVfvkgnL0MSQvjmXnRJ2G-FVVZc8FjGSX-iAid0SKNOgvntyu64jDmY_BrA192wlNDonwjfP8/s1600/chicken_tagine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfZJIvzh-PG_2uFviiDUiS8NGtPAQvBYj376exCq9_ZsxDbJ4nblYgU7jYzGsMWz69YUVfvkgnL0MSQvjmXnRJ2G-FVVZc8FjGSX-iAid0SKNOgvntyu64jDmY_BrA192wlNDonwjfP8/s400/chicken_tagine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651261341759254386" /></a><br />It's Moroccan, and Lu gobbled it up.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-36935702567525803532011-09-06T16:37:00.000-07:002011-09-06T16:44:26.594-07:00ArtI can only make art in 3D. I suck at drawing or anythign like it. But give me a ball of string and I can make something with it. My grandma taught me to knit and crochet and I have ever since. Although recently my artsy times have been a bit lacking. Crafts take a lot of time, at leas they do when I do them, and I haven't had very many projects in the last couple of years. And I miss it. A few months ago in a thrift store I spotted several balls of thick, dark green yarn. I bought them quickly. Andy and I had just found out we are having another baby and I started a baby blanket for him. The dark green made me wonder if he was a boy despite me instinct that this baby was a girl. <br /><br />I've been slowly adding to my baby blanket, and finding out this baby is indeed a little boy has reminded me to work on it. Although for me this type of art isn't so much about the product, although I do love hand-knitted items. It is about the process. Somehow I find calm in the slow buidling of stitches one on top of the other. I love seeing my pattern emerge as I add to it. The movement of my hands soothes my busy mind. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLPPp9Q277S3pMaqjBU1W5ACdMEnJ4pFppFUR18RfDmq8Q5m06CWyuU_IhXf2kmS_B_sm7aLR2utqu-bS4PH5O9bCcJmh12ljDhQol1TB8AMDMwjqMLFIZmTPyRsufpCCffvEm-Ilcqw/s1600/dsc07177.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLPPp9Q277S3pMaqjBU1W5ACdMEnJ4pFppFUR18RfDmq8Q5m06CWyuU_IhXf2kmS_B_sm7aLR2utqu-bS4PH5O9bCcJmh12ljDhQol1TB8AMDMwjqMLFIZmTPyRsufpCCffvEm-Ilcqw/s400/dsc07177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649396597979237538" /></a>Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-29664853440523051692011-09-01T04:02:00.000-07:002011-09-01T04:12:14.483-07:00Work and weird pregnancy hormones<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijcbI2eW4VgKpRPvcvMg9hS_odrb9540nmM1PBlAfXylUqo8zkUDpU4NlX7gETHcAw1wKnatAS498sEhi748PlmT0-go8Say2R2Nb_IaE905CjISIRs19c7BKyuqLFwmDilN6HG6wnGo/s1600/canstock3969322.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijcbI2eW4VgKpRPvcvMg9hS_odrb9540nmM1PBlAfXylUqo8zkUDpU4NlX7gETHcAw1wKnatAS498sEhi748PlmT0-go8Say2R2Nb_IaE905CjISIRs19c7BKyuqLFwmDilN6HG6wnGo/s320/canstock3969322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647346891983198754" /></a>
<br />They do not always mix well together. I have been full time now for exactly a month, a month today actually. My work itself is going really well. I have been getting good feedback and learning about my new projects. Lu seems to love her partime daycare. She gets along with the other kids, and her babysitter, Dorothy, just got a puppy.
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<br />But so far about once a week I have completely panicked. I get overwhelmed or feel like I am not doing well on a project, or that Lu is not getting enough attention, and I kinda flip out a little. What the heck? None of this is based in actual fact. Luthien is thriving, I have been getting good feedback on my work, and the house is actually pretty clean. Andy and I have come to the same diagnoses each time--pregnancy. How lame is that? I realize that crazy hormones are rushing through my body all the time, but I hate the idea that I don't have control over them. I mean of course I have some control. When I start to feel panicky, Andy usually has a little chat with me, then I take some down time to read or knit. I just hate not being in charge of how I'm feeling.
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<br />I think the more comfortable I become balancing my added responsiblities the easier it will be. But I am looking forward to this baby beign born for many reasons.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-33060222259966040622011-08-31T12:30:00.000-07:002011-08-31T12:32:34.627-07:00Baby Boy HornerSo we are having a baby boy! We orginially planned on not finding out until the baby was actually born, but changed our minds about a week before our 20 week ultrasound. We were getting tired of calling the baby “It” and couldn’t seem to stick to a good in utero name.
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<br />We also made a bet on whether it was a boy or a girl on the way to the ultrasound. I have thought this little one was a girl for a while, and Andy has been quite sure it’s a boy. He made me promise not to tell anyone what his prize was.
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<br />How do we feel about having a boy? Awesome! It’s weird because we’ve only dealt with a small girl person before so it will be a new experience, but it seems initially they are pretty much the same little squishy people.
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<br />He kicks me a lot. And I noticed it way sooner this prenancy, which has been fun. Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-15048294441464338522011-08-12T07:09:00.000-07:002011-08-12T07:16:15.940-07:00New baby sleepign arrangement (hopeful thinking here that sleeping will be happening)We are trying to decide how to set up sleeping arrangements with the new baby. At first we want the new tiny one with us, although we tend to not go for full-on cosleeping. So shold we get a classic bassinet?
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<br />Or one of these sweet-looking cosleepers?
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<br />I also really want a Moses basket because they are cute. I don't look very useful though... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dgXgtHrlfyswaMgBT3mx7iIKdTVfo6lws6yc6MuAX8sp0F74vy5KVQhVZMLhXkUjn_mYQB8U4_l-6gjz7Azh6_pT-Y9bwGQXa0t1tjfgRvBJizcwzOjMWaWu4aM1fTqqNDnJ_fBq_ys/s1600/baby-blankets-moses-baskets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6dgXgtHrlfyswaMgBT3mx7iIKdTVfo6lws6yc6MuAX8sp0F74vy5KVQhVZMLhXkUjn_mYQB8U4_l-6gjz7Azh6_pT-Y9bwGQXa0t1tjfgRvBJizcwzOjMWaWu4aM1fTqqNDnJ_fBq_ys/s320/baby-blankets-moses-baskets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639973076982891298" /></a>
<br />Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220558397375931423.post-30360359284581376622011-08-12T06:32:00.000-07:002011-08-12T06:39:13.729-07:00Full TimeI officially started working full time almost two weeks ago. It has been great and a huge adjustment.
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<br />First off, Lu's babysitter is fantastic. That is a huge plus, since we are not worried about her. Dorothy is a middle aged woman who runs a quasi-daycare out of her house. She watches 3-5 kids a day and handles it admirably. Lu loves hanging with the other kids and is very comfortable with Dorothy.
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<br />I have had some huge new projects thrown at me and have had a hard time not panicking on occasion as Andy can testify too. He has been a huge support, making sure I take time to relax, or telling me to go work out when it's obvious I'm getting worked up.
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<br />I am excited to take on these new projects. I actually have projects I am solely in charge of rather than just working as people send me their work. I think as I learn more and will become more comfortable and be able to accomplish more.
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<br />I had a moment last night when I realized this is a set-up I have dreamed about for a long time. I remember thinking when I was little that I wasn't sure I wanted to be a stay at home mom solely. I know lots of people love it, and there is certainly plenty to keep busy with, but I am not quite domestic enough for it. I always thought that an ideal situation for me would be to have a from-home job. So here we are.
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<br />Of course in the future we have to figure out how to do it with a new little baby around, but I figure we will get it sorted out as things come. That seems to be the best way to handle life anyway.Tawnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02787330666573626420noreply@blogger.com0