Wednesday, December 26, 2012

You Don't Get Real Posts...

You get a list.

Stuff that's happened in my life recently:

It was Christmas.  Did you know that?  It was.  Ours was quiet and nice and calm and not super Christmas-y at all, but it was good.  Just Bryan and I, which is nice, because it's the last time that will ever happen.

I'm officially back on the nap train.  There was about a month or two there where I didn't need a daily nap, but that's gone.  I usually come home from work at about 6ish, eat dinner, then take a nap from around 7-8:30 or 8-9:30.  Then I wake up again and go to bed around midnight or 1.  It sounds strange, but it works well for me.  And I feel SO GOOD after my nighttime nap.  Seriously, so good.

I ate too much crap over Christmas and gained 2 pounds.  This isn't a big deal, but I know it was mostly sweets and not the kiddo getting bigger.  As of right now, I've gained 12 pounds so far this pregnancy.  I think I'm still on track to gain about 25-27 pounds, but we'll see how third trimester goes.

Bryan and I are watching "Alias" on Netflix.  I watched some of the show when it actually aired, but it's nice to see it again.  We're pronouncing it like "Elias" (the name) with an A.  Cause we're dumb.

I made cinnamon caramels this year for presents.  They are so so so good.  I need to stop eating them.  Delish, melty caramels.  SO.  GOOD.

The kiddo (also known as baby bear, bunny, and "Atters," which is a nickname for what will most likely be his actual name... more on that later) seems to be doing well.  He's growing, he's moving, he's grooving, and he still approves of me eating spicy food, so what's not to love?  He has gotten some super geeky onesies so far, and I am LOVING it.  Seriously.  I just hope this kid learns how to be cool from other people, because he's not getting it from me or Bry.

Do you live by a Smith's/Kroger?  If so, run out IMMEDIATELY and get a humungo carton of their Amaretto Cherry Cordial ice cream.  GUH.  It's SO GOOD.  I can't even...

Jackson is officially wintery.  We didn't have snow (at least not real snow) in October or November, but it's DUMPED recently, and it's super pretty.  It's also really cold.  But.  That happens.  Bry and I went for a hike/snowshoe walk on Christmas day and Bry's beard and my hair got all white and frostified.  Bryan said I looked like Rogue from X-men.  Cause I'm awesome.  I then touched him, took all his powers, and almost killed him.

I miss my family.  I wish we could be in Seattle with my folks and Dave and Stacey, but that just isn't happening.  I thought I was totally cool with having Christmas just the two of us until we were on our hike/walk/snowshoe thing, and I got mad about something dumb and then cried for like ten minutes.  And it was pretty much because I wanted to hang out with family toooooo.  I haven't seen my brother in a ridiculously long time.  Seriously, by the time Kiddo (little kiddo, not brother kiddo) is born, I think it will have been 2 years.  That's bull.

I am doing continuing audiology education for work.  It will let me do more things at the office to clear up the Audiologist's schedule a bit, which is cool.  I never thought I'd like Audiology, but I find it super interesting.  I did some trouble-shooting on this gal's hearing aid today, and when none of the usual fixes worked, I was getting bummed.  Her hearing aid wasn't under warranty, and she was this ridiculously sweet 86 year old woman; I didn't want to charge her $250 to send in her hearing aid for repair.  Then I thought, "Hmmmm, what if the battery connections just aren't great?"  And so I tweaked them real quick and voila!  You can hear!  It was pretty awesome; I like actually being able to help patients in a tangible way.

So.  Those are things.  And stuff.

I'm sure there's more, but I'm tired, and my tea is cold.

Friday, December 14, 2012

How the Light Gets In

In the wake of tragedy, such as we saw today in Connecticut, it's normal to feel desolate, despondent, and utterly cynical.  Throughout the day, I've heard it again and again: what is this world coming to?  How can things be this bad?  What is happening to our country?

And then there are the political questions: why are dangerous weapons so accessible?  Do we need stricter laws?  Where do safety and freedom collide?

I saw several posts that said something along these lines: I think I may homeschool my kids.  I'm glad I homeschool my kids.  This is why I homeschool my kids.   

I understand that difficult times like this cause us to question the very fabric of our society.  We wonder "is humankind really that evil?"  There's talk of the world getting worse, instead of better.  The kind of violence that we saw today is meaningless, and inexcusable.  But I believe the reason it hits us so hard is that it's not common.  In America, children aren't afraid to go to school for fear that they may be shot.  It is not normal for an elementary school child to wonder, "Am I safe here in class?"

This isn't true all over the world.  In some countries, going to school is a dangerous thing.  War, genocide, violence make school an improbability.  There are some very dark places in this world that child murder is not that uncommon.

That said, the world is not a terrible place.  It's a wonderful place, but it has some people in it that are sick.  Whether it's a sickness of the mind or a sickness of the heart, this perversion does not permeate our whole society.  We are wrong if we think that it does. 

What worried me today was the idea that educating one's children at home will keep them safe.  Unfortunately, we all know that evil deeds can happen anywhere, not just at schools.  While homeschooling seems to be a great option for many families, I worry that keeping kids at home  for the sole sake of "keeping them safe" only teaches fear.  I would hate for a child to believe that the public school system is a dangerous, scary place.  Of course, bullying has to be taken into account, but separating children from the world in order to keep them "safe" sends a message that I find troublesome.  As a person who has dealt with anxiety for much of her life, some things feel innately dangerous; planes, heights, crowds, and elevators have all fit the bill at one point or another.  But living in this beautiful world and being scared is a travesty.  There are so many amazing things our public schools offer, as does our world at a whole.  Hiding children from this world isn't the answer.  While today is a day of sorrow and remembrance, a day to ask questions and keep one another close, it shouldn't be a day of fear.

So here are some things to be grateful for:

baby kisses
strangers who say "hello" when you pass on the street
people who hold doors open
cars that let you merge without having to force your way in
teenagers who aren't afraid to be seen with you
ginger beer
the way Canadians say "sorry" and "about"
the sweet simplicity of holding someone's hand
red pandas
good coupons
soft blankets
children's innocence
the way technology improves communication
laughing so hard you're afraid you might pee yourself
the pleasant exhaustion of a good workout
anticipation before a kiss
the extra treat you sometimes get at a vending machine
the color turquoise
unexpected gifts
sweet strangers that call you "hon" or "dear"
finding an empty checkout line at the grocery
crying because you're happy
chocolate chip cookies and milk
your first love
finding the sacred in the mundane
Shark Week
really good coffee
inside jokes
a best friend
aspen trees
knowing you are good at your job
the weirdly pleasant and familiar grossness of rented bowling shoes
hitting all green lights on the way home
sea turtles
kindness from strangers
an honest compliment (giving OR receiving)
a hot shower
the feeling you get when everyone laughs really hard at the same time at a movie theater
watching a child learn to read on their own
collecting shells
feeling like your prayers are heard
modern medicine
singing along to the radio with the car windows open, and knowing all the words
blue skies
long walks

"There is a crack in everything; that's how the light gets in." -  Leonard Cohen

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." - 2 Timothy 1:7