Starting today I have been relocated for work. Here's my new office:
The location's great... it's about 3 steps from this:

My new coworkers are a pretty young crowd, you know, the 2 and under crowd.

I'm pretty excited about it to say the least. The hours I can work from home will be far less -- which is a mixed blessing. No one likes a tightening of the budget. But if it means more time to snuggle kids, no more leaving kids for 9 hour stretches, and no more commute... I think I can handle it.

I haven't NOT had a job to get dressed and show up to everyday since I was 15. I am nervous, but oh so excited. I think it's Dallas' turn to get to do things like play groups and ride his scooter outside in the middle of the day. He has no idea what life will be like with a "stay-at-home-mom" -- I hope it is a pleasant surprise for him when he wakes up this morning and isn't hustled out the door.

Being able to work outside of the home for the last 3 years since becoming a mother has been nothing short of a huge blessing for our family. When Dallas was born Clint was still in school and it was an absolute necessity that I work full time. It took the charity and patience of my parents, my coworkers, my neighbors and my friends. A lot of people did us a lot of favors, loved us, and helped us out in the last 3 years. Your kindness did not go unnoticed. We will love you forever for it.

And now onto a new phase of life... ready, set, go.



I painted furniture. I sewed bedding (every last stitch). I glued, I cut, I painted. So not like me. I am a little bit proud.


As a matter of fact, I WOULD like some cheese with my whine.

I realized today (while in the middle of complaining to my husband via IM), that I complain A LOT about being pregnant. A LOT.
-9 month long nausea and vomiting.
-30 pounds gained in 8 months.
-Back pain.
-Swollen Feet.
-Terrible acne.
-Constant potty breaks.
-Kicks in the ribs.
-And the latest... crazy joint pain in my fingers.

Those things are all true.
And real.
And they suck.

But then I thought to myself, "Self, let's make a new list..."
-No problems getting pregnant.
-Medication (I love you, Zofran).
-Baby movements that only I can experience.
-Beautiful child(ren).
-And a husband who listens to every one of my complaints and says he's sorry and wishes he could do it for me. [Thanks, baby. I'll be back to normal in 5 (short??) weeks.]

And when you look at it, the second list far outweighs the first.