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May 20, 2011

7 Quick Takes (3) Family Update Edition

A big thanks to Jen at Conversion Diary for hosting this each week.  I don't participate each week, but it's nice to fall back on when I need to post but don't have a "big" one or a "good" one going.  :)


My husband was promoted back in November.  This was a great thing.  The schedule has been a bit much to get used to, but I think we're finding a groove with it.  We thought we might have an opportunity to switch schedules with another person on more of a "day" shift, but the very day he was set to pursue the shift-switch, the powers-that-be put the kibosh on it by expressing some major confidence in my husband in his position and offering him an opportunity that meant he really needs to stay on this schedule.  Bittersweet, for sure.  But I'm really proud of him.  Further, he has been running and getting ready to run his very first 10K road race.  It will be in two weeks!  


Sarah turns 10 in about 8 weeks.  I promised her we'd have her party close to when school lets out because most of the girls are on vacation in the middle of July and can't make it.  But...have I planned it?  No.  I'm doing a bad job at being a Mommy with a daughter about to turn 10.  So, I need to throw something together in the next few weeks.  I'd prefer to have it on a night Craig is home from work, but she has softball practice or game on those nights.  Plus, I'm just not sure what kind of party to have.  She mentioned inviting all the girls over to watch a movie, hang out and eat pizza.  Then she mentioned buying out the Laser Tag place for a party. Talk about the extremes...right?


Dani is on her way to second grade next year.  This feels crazy to me.  I'm not sure why...she's going on 8 years old, it shouldn't feel crazy to me.  This summer, the plan is to get Dani swimming.  When Dani was 3, she had a traumatic experience in a wading pool that has kept her fairly fearful of the water.  But she has agreed to really commit to swimming lessons this summer and conquer her fear.  I hope it goes well.  I want all of my kids to enjoy being in the pool and to be safe doing so.  


Helen is going to be spending three days a week with her brother at the sitter this summer...and get this, she's excited about it!  She keeps saying how she can't wait to go.  I'm so glad she is at an age where this can be looked at as a great new adventure.  Additionally, I have got to get a handle on how to schedule and hold play dates.  All of my kids have suffered from the general busy-ness of our household.  I've felt a little bit better about it the more kids there are in the family to play with.  Nevertheless, Helen needs to be able to have a play date with her BFF.  Neither of my older two girls had a BFF relationship quite like the one Helen has with hers.  These two are simply adorable and they love each other so much.  They are a year apart, though, so play dates will become a must for these two to get some quality time together.  How do I do this?  I guess like I do everything else...gotta get it on the calendar...


Dominic does not want to potty-train.  He's ready, but he's stubborn.  And, I'm at the point where I don't have the patience to deal with his stubbornness.  Sunday morning, he woke up dry and I took him to the potty.  We stayed there almost 90 minutes until he FINALLY! went pee-pee in the potty!  We did a dance!  He got some candy!  We were all excited!  We were late to Mass (just he and I).  On Monday...what did that little stinker do?  Well, he heard me coming to get him out of bed and he went in his diaper immediately to avoid the whole scenario repeating itself.  Boo.  Otherwise, he is just a cutie-patootie!  


Baby boy is still being gestated.  I've hit the really uncomfortable weeks of pregnancy, but of course it hasn't phased him.  He kicks my ribs, pokes his fist in my side and moves around far too much to be this far along (ouch!!)  We have a name picked out, and I've told a few people in real life...but I guess I'm not ready to type it out on my blog or Facebook yet.  :)


And me.  Well, my job kind of stinks.  Well, okay.  It really stinks.  I know I shouldn't complain about having a job these days with the economy the way it is and the difficulty some have with even getting that far.  And, it pays the bills.  I'm a great fit for the work I do, but a terrible fit with the management team and culture of this company, I think.  What's sad is that the company is trying to do an overhaul of the culture and that takes a long time (especially given how entrenched the "bad" parts of the "old" culture are in this place).  I have started wondering just what I got myself into praying for Humility again, because lately, I've received my fair share of opportunity at work.  

I coached 4th-6th grade track and found I actually enjoyed it.  It surprises me the strength of the emotion I feel for children who are not my own offspring.  It kind of took me by surprise the intensity with which I rooted for them in their races.  And now, believe it or not, we've started working out volleyball practice schedules for the fall now and I realize that shortly after having this baby, I'll need to have my act together to coach 5th grade girls in volleyball.  Crazy days!

Have a great weekend everyone!

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  1. I hope that something miraculously changes with your job so that either things clean up amazingly fast or else some other opportunity comes up. I don't think it is possible to completely isolate the toxin from a bad work environment and prevent it from hurting one's life. One of the times I was really thankful to not have children/be pregnant was almost two years ago since it meant that I could leave a life-sucking job even in the bad economy.

    All that to say, I don't think you're complaining unreasonably. And I am going to start praying about your job situation because I have complete sympathy.

    And on a cheerier note, like CM I love all the pictures!

  2. I LOVE Helen's smile. :) And I remember those days of discomfort (not to long ago!) How on earth do babies move at all in there when they get this big? We never tell anyone our names, not until after the birth. Saves us all the "I knew someone who was named that" stories. :)


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