Parents Obsolete?

Do they still need us or are they totally self-sufficient? I figure if we can just teach Hayden to change diapers, we can leave him in charge and save money on babysitters.

In the meantime, I'm off to bed and Hayden can read Trevor his bedtime story and tuck him in. Nobody needs me. Sniff...

Obsolete?

Not much change... The week to week pictures never look any different, but alas, I will continue to degrade my dignity by posting these whale images. It's funny because generally I think of myself as the palest girl alive, but next to Trevor I look tan. So maybe I ought to pose with the kids more.

Spent the week in San Ramon, CA. Lovely area if I wasn't in meetings all day. I didn go down to San Jose one night to meet Sean's sis Kim and family for dinner. It was a nice visit and I see what draws people out there despite the outrageous housing prices.

But my focus now is the outrageous housing prices in the Houston inner loop. There's a house for sale across the street from Michele (wouldn't that be ideal!?!) and it's being sold as a tear-down for over $800k. Good school district and easy commute to work for me. But still, $800k for a tear-down!! I keep telling myself to wait and see where Hayden gets into kindergarten before we decide to commit to the expense of a really expensive school district. All our hopes pinned on a 4 1/2 yr old. No pressure Hayden, really.

These are the kind of things that keep you from ever seeking public office...

But here I go, posting pictures of myself on the internet for all to see. I'm going to try to keep these up weekly so the whole world can monitor the growth of my belly, which wasn't really tiny to begin with. I certainly think that it's bigger at 15 weeks the 3rd time around than it was with #1 and #2. So here ya go...

I actually have a whole series from pregnancy #1 and #2, but that was in the pre-digital days. On pregnancy #1 (Hayden), I made Sean cut my head off in all the pictures because I couldn't be bothered to comb my hair or put on makeup once a week. Seems strange in retrospect, all these pictures of my beheaded enormous body. So you're getting everything but the feet this time around.

The House of Mouse...
Just a quick note in case you wonder what we've been up to for the past week. A picture tells a thousand words, right? Oh, and if I lost you in the middle of my 100 things list, you might want to look below for the key news contained in the prior posting!

Finally, I'm feeling some real mom-guilt for not sharing any pictures from Trevor's 2nd birthday so I must post at least one.
OK, I need to post a second one, but that's really it for now. I've got to pack for a trip to Connecticut tomorrow. Nevermind, that's a lie. If you read the 100 things you'd know I never pack till the day of the trip, but I'm tired and want to go to bed.

It's only taken me 2 months to compose, but in honor of my 100th post, here is a list of 100 things about me:

1) I was born in Chicago
2) I’ve now lived outside of Chicago as long as I lived in Chicago and that thought depresses me.
3) I went to a small private high school and with only 120 students in the whole high school.
4) My brother is 18 months older than me and used to pick on me when we were younger but I like him OK now :-)
5) I can see my house from where I’m sitting (in a conference room on the top floor of our office building downtown).
6) I might have attention deficit disorder because I couldn’t focus past four items before I got distracted looking out the window.
7) I’m not a big list person, I just wing it mostly.
8) I use the internet to de-stress and frequently cope with high stress by taking a surf-break. It can be an hour before a big deadline and for some reason I’ll go read a blog to calm myself. Like procrastinating even more is going to lower the stress level.
9) I have a degree in chemical engineering, but I can’t engineer my way out of a paper bag and my chemistry skills are poor.
10) I graduated magna cum laude with that engineering degree and still don’t know a thing.
11) I also have an MBA, which I might actually know how to use.
12) My undergrad minor was psychology and I still think someday I might go back and get my PhD in psychology. It was the only thing I ever learned without even trying because I found it so fascinating.
13) I think I might be interested in psychology because I grew up around a lot of craziness.
14) A little of the craziness rubbed off on me, but I stifle it pretty well.
15) I’m trying to go chronologically with info, but in case you don’t read all the way down, you must be told that I’m the mother of the two cutest boys alive, ages 4 and 23 months.
16) Oh yeah, I’m Sean’s wife too and he’s pretty cute as well.
17) I wouldn’t mind having another cutie to add to the posse, but I still need to do a little arm-twisting at home.
18) My friend Kate and I grew up a few blocks apart and even though I never get to see her anymore, I still think she knows me better than anyone.
19) I carry a Blackberry for my new job and have found myself typing notes while driving.
20) But never with my kids in the car.
21) I have two dogs, both poodles of some sort, adopted from shelters or families that couldn’t keep them.
22) I’ve always had at least one black poodle or poodle mix for the last 27 years of my life.
23) At one point when I was single, I had seven dogs in my apartment, but five were foster puppies that I raised until they were big enough to go out for adoption.
24) If I hadn’t gotten married, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up the freaky lady with all the dogs.
25) One of my dogs died last year and I still miss him a lot and wish we had more dogs.
26) It’s easy for me to say I want more dogs, since Sean does all the feeding and walking nowadays.
27) I’ve probably only pumped gas in my car 20 times in the six years since I’ve gotten married, because my chivalrous husband takes care of these things.
28) Pretty sure that husband is happy I’m working closer to home and only need a fill-up every two weeks instead of twice a week.
29) My current job is a category manager in charge of component purchases and co-producer sales and purchases for a lube and fuel additives company.
30) If you don’t understand anything I said in #29, you’re not alone.
31) I’ve only been working here for 4 weeks and I think I’m 6 weeks behind.
32) I miss my friends from my old job a lot, but still think I did the right thing when I quit.
33) My best friends moved to Budapest in January and I think I hear from them more now than I did when they lived here.
34) I’m afraid of change and really afraid of unknown, uncertain situations.
35) I’ve only been outside the US six times in my life: 2 Caribbean vacations, 2 times to Canada, 2 times to Mexico (once was just walking across the border and coming back 30 minutes later).
36) My travel plans this year include Paris, Budapest, and Singapore.
37) Did I mention that traveling to new places scares the crap out of me?
38) I know, you wouldn’t have guessed it since I seem so sophisticated.
39) Last year, I got my first digital camera and I haven’t put it down since.
40) Before digital, I probably shot 2-3 rolls of film a week.
41) Now I probably take at least 200 pictures a week.
42) I still always feel uneasy taking pictures of other people and get nervous they won’t like them.
43) If I spend more than 15 minutes with someone, I’ll probably end up showing them a picture of my kids.
44) My father didn’t come to my wedding and has never met either of my children.
45) I wonder how people come up with 100 things about themselves?
46) I’m still breastfeeding my 23 month old and don’t care if other people don’t approve.
47) I’m addicted to Jelly Belly sour jelly beans and just ordered 20 pounds of them last week.
48) It took me 20 days to go through 20 pounds the last time I ordered Jelly Beans.
49) There are 10 flavors in the jelly bean mix and I don’t eat the sour peach ones, so technically I probably only ate 18 pounds of jelly beans.
50) That’s still a heck of a lot of jelly beans.
51) Even if you order in bulk, the jelly beans are $5 a pound. So if I eat a pound a day, that’s more expensive than if I bought a pack a day of cigarettes.
52) I’m a vegetarian, but I still don’t eat very healthy.
53) I started this list almost two months ago and never finished it so some of the comments above are out of date.
54) I told myself my next blog post would be this list, so I’ve neglected my blog for a long time.
55) I don’t think I’ve ever met a Canadian I didn’t like.
56) I’ve met lots of Americans I don’t like.
57) I’m pregnant.
58) The thought of having a third child kind of scares me, but I was sure I’d regret it if I stopped at two.
59) I figure that since having the first one scared me and I survived that, this can’t be too bad.
60) I hate that people think I’m having this baby just to have a girl.
61) At this point, I feel like I know what I’m doing with boys and will be a little scared if it turns out to be a girl.
62) I regret that I didn’t do something to keep up my Spanish skills after high school.
63) Mostly because I can’t seem to find a babysitter that speaks English and I really want to go out once in a while.
64) I feel like we’ve gotten to a point in our lives where we don’t NEED anything.
65) But I still WANT a lot more camera equipment.
66) Making decisions on expensive purchases absolutely paralyzes me and I return things all the time.
67) I think we’ll be living in our townhouse forever (with kids living in closets) because I can’t make a decision on where else to live.
68) Besides which, I absolutely HATE packing.
69) And how could you have your house ready to show people when you have 3 kids and 2 dogs?
70) So we’ll live in the too-small house forever.
71) Hiring a nanny was one of the best decisions we ever made.
72) Although it was good to try day care first so you understood how much better the nanny was by comparison.
73) When I retire, I’d like to have a house in Vermont to live in part of the year, definitely in the fall.
74) I think Sean would be content to live in Houston forever.
75) I looked at #71 and decided I should mention that my real best decision ever was to marry Sean and have his babies.
76) Trevor has me wrapped around his finger and can melt me with a “Please Mommy”.
77) I wonder if I can come up with 100 things.
78) I don’t think I’ll ever have too many pictures of my kids.
79) It makes me really angry that I’m 35 years old and still have acne.
80) Even if I didn’t work outside the home, I’d still want someone else to clean my house.
81) But I would cook more if I didn’t work.
82) I think my biggest failing as a parent is that we don’t make the kids eat healthy.
83) But they run around a lot and aren’t overweight so it isn’t too bad so far.
84) I find a distinct pleasure in lighting things on fire and smashing things.
85) I don’t think this is cause for worry.
86) If I could make a living surfing the internet, I would sign up immediately.
87) Come to think of it, at my last job I spent 75% of my day surfing the internet and they still paid me. Why did I quit?
88) Oh yeah, because I worked for a boss who infinitely multiplied my desire to burn and smash things.
89) So I don’t get to surf the internet now, but I’m more at peace.
90) I don’t really like to meet new people and am uncomfortable at parties where I don’t know people.
91) My ideal vacation is a bed and breakfast somewhere in the mountains in the fall.
92) I am not a beach person at all and on my last 3 trips to Hawaii didn’t set foot on a beach.
93) I drink occasionally (not while pregnant), used to smoke socially, but have never done any illegal drugs.
94) I had to give myself insulin injections when I was pregnant with Trevor and found it surprisingly easy.
95) Remember that guy who got his hand caught rock climbing and cut it off (with a dull pocket knife) to free himself? I spend a lot of time thinking about whether I could do that.
96) I haven’t reached a conclusion on cutting the hand off. I’d at least give it a shot.
97) I saw The Police in concert last week so I can cross that off my Things to Do Before I Die list.
98) Not that I really have a Things to Do Before I Die list, but that would have been on it.
99) I have never jumped out of a plane or gotten a tattoo and don’t think I ever will.
100) If I had one wish, it would be that my kids still want to spend time with me when they get older.

Surprise...Was walking around the block with Hayden and had this conversation...

Hayden: I worked really hard at school today Mommy.
Me: Really, what were you working on?
Hayden: I was painting.
Me: What were you painting?
Hayden: I was painting a glass for you. It's going to be a surprise for you for Mother's Day
Me: Oh, that's so nice of you.
Hayden: Yeah, you're going to like your surprise.

By the way, Trevor decided to pee while sitting on the toilet today. Don't know why, just all of a sudden decided he wanted to go "potty". I doubt we're actually anywhere near heading down the path to potty training, but it was a milestone nonetheless.

Priorities? I brought home a ton of work to do this weekend and it's 11:45 Sunday night and I haven't touched a bit of it. And I'm in meetings all day all week so I don't know when I'll get caught up. Seriously, I'm only 4 weeks into the new job and I think I must be 4 weeks behind. But what am I sitting here doing? Editing pictures and blogging, of course. Because the public has a need to know (and see) what's been going on.

There were some comments after the last post about the home-made passport photos. Just so you know, anyone can take their own passport photo, as long as it meets all the specifications about proportions and everything. But I didn't do it myself because I'm cheap (although it was only 20 cents vs. $8), I'm just really vain and didn't want to carry around another horrible mug shot for 10 years. So if you take it at home, you can re-do it as many times as you want until you get a shot you like. This was the final choice out of about 20 Sean shot...

We took the boys to the neighborhood park on Friday night (so Hayden could practice baseball before the big game Saturday). This won't mean much to most of you, but the light was absolutely perfect so I of course chased Trevor around with the camers while he was playing. I rarely show him in black and white, because you miss the blue eyes, but I thought he looked sweet this way...

Saturday morning, the Cubs had a game, and of course Hayden's fan club was there waiting eagerly for us to arrive. They've made it to every single game before we have.

Hayden demonstrated his skills (which if you notice, don't include really fast running). But according to him, he "smoked one into the outfield." I enjoy watching him celebrate every time he crosses home plate.

I took Trevor for a haircut today. As we were getting ready to go out, Hayden kept asking where we were going. I avoided answering for a while because I knew he'd want to go with and it's hard enough to take Trevor for the haircut and then drag him grocery shopping, let alone bring Hayden too. Finally, he wore me down and I said "We're going to the store." His response "Are you going to sell my brother to someone?"

Where do these ideas in his head come from?

Today was a big milestone in our house and Trevor graduated from the crib into a toddler bed. For those of you who are wondering, yes he's still in the "nursery" and hasn't graduated to a real room yet. But he was pretty darned excited to have the new bed.Hayden stopped running for a millisecond and decided to act sweet for me. But it only lasted a millisecond so I had to act fast...

The new bed experience was the big adventure for the afternoon and Trevor already showed us how to jump on it and climb over the rails. Hayden tried to demonstrate the true purpose of the bed, lying down and resting...

Hope that satisfies your curiousity for now, because I'm exhausted and it looks like it's going to be a LONG week. So I'm going to give my bed a whirl.

Things we don't know how to answer with a straight face:

Hayden to Sean: "Daddy, what are these squishy things?" (pointing to his own nipples)

Hayden to Sean: "Daddy, what do you think about Mommy without her clothes on?" (yes, he's probably too old to be seeing me in the buff)

A picture...

I can't figure out how to update the picture on my profile, so I'm going to have to post it here to see if I can link back to this spot. Sean had to take some home pictures of me for my passport and the boys decided to climb on my lap for a shot or two...

By the way, I realize I've been behind in posting, but I was traveling this week and couldn't get my laptop to connect from my hotel. There are tons of updated baseball pics on the link at the right if you're interested.

The plates...Last Friday was Sean's parent-helper day at Hayden's preschool. If your parent-helper day is the last day of the schoolweek, you have to bring the kids' plates home to run through the dishwasher. There are 16 plates total, 4 of each color (red, blue, yellow, and orange) of Ikea plastic plates like these:

Somehow, we lost one of the plates and so we only had 15 plates. Each plate has a child's name written on the back and we wanted to figure out whose plate was missing. We only had 3 blue plates. So Hayden says "My plate is blue, Jackson's plate is blue, Nathan's plate is blue, and Thomas' plate is blue." Lo and behold, we had blue plates for each child he named except Nathan. We decided to test this plate memory a little further. What color is Amelie's plate? "Yellow"...Correct...What color is Rachel's plate?..."Orange"...Correct...and so on and so forth until he had correctly told us what color plate every single child uses. Why in the world would someone know what color plate each of his 15 classmates uses? I had a very good memory when I was younger, but this kid blows me away. Need to take the little Rainman to Vegas to count some cards at the blackjack table.

Easter, etc...The boys had a fun Easter. It wasn't really tradition in my family to hunt for eggs, I think due to the fact that my mother forgot where she hid an egg one year until it was really rotten and stinky (yes, we hid real {hardboiled} eggs, not candy-filled eggs). So our tradition was more around hunting for your well-hidden Easter basket full of goodies.

Hayden found a long-awaited video in his basket, along with some pajamas, toys, and a tiny bit of candy. Trevor found a new bunny to love. As if the nighttime routine wasn't getting ridiculous enough. Put him in the crib. He says "Bo-Bo", and you give him the pacifier. He says "blankie" and you cover him up. He says "blankie" again and you give him a blankie to hold. "Ernie" and you hand him his Ernie doll..."bird"..."panda"...now we've got a bunny. It's like being a surgical nurse. "Scalpel"...."Retractor"..."Ernie"..."bunny"...

He found another type of bunny to hold also. The purple peep bunny...

And then he found out the purple peep bunny wasn't as cuddly as the brown bunny and would be more lovable in his tummy...

My big boys both wore their suits for church. How handsome...

And the little guys got a trip to Hermann park in the afternoon. Peek-a-boo through the portholes of the boat-like playset is always fun...

And yes Vito, my kids were wearing fleece pajamas earlier because it's colder in Houston than in Budapest. But at least we can get all the peanut butter we want in our grocery stores and there are no wild boars in our neighborhood (although the guy across the street did murder his roommate and live in the house with the rotting body in the trunk of the car in the garage for 6 weeks, and was let out on bail to come back home, but it's not a wild boar).

Embarrassment...My son has finally reached the age where he's starting to say things that embarrass me in public. Anyone have any advice on how we're supposed to react to these situations?

In the grocery store, Hayden sees a man with about half his face covered in a large dark birth mark.
Hayden (loud and clear): Mommy, what does that man have on his face?
Me: A birth mark, kind of like the mole I have on my arm. But it isn't nice to shout out when somebody looks different from us.

In Nordstrom, after almost running into a man while acting wild in the store:
Me: Hayden, be careful.
Hayden: Why, because I almost knocked over that OLD man?
Man (about 45 I'd guess): I'm not THAT old!
Me (sheepishly): Sorry.

In the bathroom at the movie theater:
Me: Wash your hands.
Hayden swipes his hands under the water
Me: You need to use soap Hayden
Hayden (loud): But that lady didn't use soap Mommy, she just ran her hands under the water.
Me: You just take care of yourself and never mind what anyone else is doing.

It's obvious we must be due for some long talk about manners, but I'm not sure it would even make a difference. He's just at that curious, running-commentary-on-everything-I-see stage. So I'm not sure I can really reign him in, so if you see us on the street, run and hide or my son be sure to point out your most embarrassing feature.

Scary Bunny?

We took the kids to the mall yesterday for the traditional picture with the Easter Bunny. We called ahead to make sure the bunny wasn't on a 2-hour break (like last year when we showed up) and they said they'd be there all day, no breaks. Of course when we showed up, he was on a break (gets pretty hot in that suit apparently and he needed a "health" break to cool off). But the kids were pretty well behaved while we were waiting:But when it's showtime, we get the classic toddler reaction from Trevor. Notice him hanging from Sean's shirt on the left side with the toddler death-grip:
Nothing would calm him, so the only shots we got were of him screaming his head off:

Hayden, meanwhile, continued his loving relationship with large costumed creatures (so far, he loves Chuck E. Cheese, Chicken Little, Mickey Mouse, and the Easter Bunny). Afterwards, he said "Trevor shouldn't be scared of the Easter Bunny. He's really soft."

We took the kids over to the Williams' Tower Water Wall afterwards and let them run around for a bit. Trevor ended up with a skinned nose and skinned knees, but enjoyed himself thoroughly. You can see both boys below with their feet off the ground as they play a little chase:

Trevor tested his balance walking down a ramp into Sean's arms. He wanted to do it over and over and over again:

Hayden got the lecture about how he's older so he's supposed to behave and listen to Mommy. This actually led to me being able to get a single picture of him almost sitting still:

Finally, I turned the timer on and tried a family shot:

All in all, a nice day.

Catching up a little...I'm really behind in pictures, but here are a few. There were many bittersweet lunches in my last few weeks at the old job. I actually think I may be burned out on eating desserts! Does that seem possible. But Michele made sure I was never alone for lunch in my last weeks and tried to make sure I never spent a dime.

Birthday lunch with the girls:

Cake at home with the boys. I know you wish you could have a cool tiara like me...

Lunch with Logan (yes, Michele even came on her day off):

A few more of Logan because the dimples are too cute:

Another lunch with the girls. Getting sentimental with Michele...
Getting silly with Shelley...

Last day lunch with Michele and my pal Buck. One of us has had too many margaritas in this picture. Hint: the person who only has 4 hours left in their career throws caution to the wind. Poor Buck is sober and will be left behind to fend for himself in the hell I used to call my job.

OK, that should do it for now. T-ball pictures are updated and can be accessed with the link on the right side.

Good things, bad things...The grass is always greener on the other side, but after one day on the new job I have pros and cons to report:

+ Took only 12 minutes from my garage to the parking lot
+ I've been assigned a "buddy" to help me get oriented. Isn't that nice?
+ The cafeteria will make pasta to order. I had penne with broccoli and mushrooms today. Yum!
+ They seem to have some degree of confidence in me and actually have high expectations that I'll make a contribution to the group.
+ They had some study done that shows the group is understaffed relative to other similar groups. So no plans to chop heads anytime soon.

- I was very busy today and it doesn't seem like I'll be able to keep up with all my internet surfing during regular business hours.
- I'm in a cube for the first time in my life.
- Cube life means I can't make smoochy talk (or yell at) my honey-man during the day. I'll have to convert to this ridiculous instant messaging that's all the rage these days.

Well, that's about it for the day 1 report. Except I don't know what I'm going to do with all my freetime that used to be spent commuting. Maybe I'll actually have to feed my kids something non-fast food once in a while.

New Pictures

I've added a link on the right to pictures from Hayden's T-Ball pictures. I have only two words:

GO CUBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday to Me...

When you're my age, you need some serious help on blowing out the candles.

In case there was any question as to whether Trevor is my offspring or not, I think this video solves the puzzle:

Vacation - YUCK! I had a great conversation with Hayden on Monday night after his first day back to school after Spring Break.

Me: How was your first day back at school?
Hayden: It was good. I told everyone about t-ball camp. Mommy, do I have to go on vacation again in the summer?
Me: Yes baby, you get to be on vacation the whole summer.
Hayden: But I don't want to be on vacation Mommy. I just want to go to school every day. Why do I have to have vacation.
Me: I think your teachers need a break. I'll be sure to remind you about this conversation when you get older.

Wow, that was exhausting...This whole quitting thing has me just worn out. I haven't even surfed the internet for a whole week. But I've been pretty busy with some photography stuff too, so maybe that has contributed as well.

Some have asked where I'm going to work and there was speculation about me pursuing photography full-time. Alas, the new job will be an improvement, but not that different from what I do today.

I'll be working for the company that I went to work for 11 years ago. The company that heartlessly spun its chemicals business off into a joint venture 7 years ago and left us all to fend for ourselves. So essentially, I'm going back home. And that is a good thing.

But the last week has been rough. I'm really going to miss some of my co-workers. There are other who I won't miss a bit. And those folks have done their best to reinforce my decision to quit.

I read this article in the paper that said if you work for a jerk, it's pretty much hopeless to try to change your work environment since you're not in a position of power organizationally. Unlike most of the other career self-help articles I've read, this one put it bluntly. Your best option is just to quit. If that isn't possible, it said that passion for your work is really overvalued and you shouldn't underestimate the value of checking out emotionally. I did try that second option for a while, but it just wasn't working out for me. But I think the quitting thing will do the trick. They just need to stop making me angry since I only have a week left and they're really tempting me to leave a pile of trouble in my wake.

Anyways, one week to go. Yay!

I QUIT...Yes indeed. I quit. Can I say it again? I quit. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yipeeeeeeeeee! I quit!

Yesterday morning I handed in my letter of resignation to our human resources department. It's still surreal. I've been here eleven years but the time has come. If 99 out of 100 days you go home and your 4-year old asks "How was your day Mommy?" and you can't think of a single good thing to say other than "I had a nice lunch", then it's time to move on.

Starting a new job in about two weeks. No more 45 minute commute (probably about 20 minutes). A place where they're excited to have me and think I can make a real contribution. A new beginning. Sounds nice, doesn't it?