February and March have been big “transition” months for our family… going back to work is the biggest transition, I suppose. We started the nannyshare, took a couple trips, and are adjusting to the new schedule.
I wrote about courage in November… about how I had been witnessing a lot of it among the people I love and admire. I was wondering what we were all going to do post-election. I was seeing people step up in different ways. I wasn’t sure what my next “courageous venture” might be… I just knew that being a new mom meant I had to be brave every day.
Well, the venture showed up.
We went back to Leavenworth — this time with Seattle friends we’ve known for a long time. Law school buddies of Sean’s, their spouses, and their kids: all boys, all under the age of five. William was the youngest.
I don’t think I’m alone when I say that becoming a parent makes you think a lot about your own childhood. Things you liked, things you didn’t like, things you want to recreate for your own child.
First day back to work was a success. I loved being there… using my brain; leaving a room without worrying about a little baby; going out for lunch with my boss; giving feedback in meetings… it all felt good. Plus it was so easy (blissful even) to leave W with his grandparents all day.
Yesterday morning, I woke up feeling nervous — I have two weeks of maternity leave left. I felt sad and uneasy thinking about the upcoming transition.
My friend Erin came over to take some professional family photos in November. It was a really generous offer.
I love introducing W to new people. First, because he’s one of the friendliest dudes I know – you’re pretty much guaranteed a smile within a few minutes. Two, because he learns new expressions, games, and ways of interaction. And three, because I think the more people who love and know him, the better.
We took a family trip to Santa Fe in early December. Why Santa Fe? I mean, I think the better question is why not?
I’m not sure if it was the Newsies song that always made me want to go here, or the fact that the dry desert seemed really enticing to a wet Seattleite… either way, I was excited.
We arrived on a Friday afternoon. Let’s just say that W won the mindfulness test by leaps and bounds. Our flight was an hour late to take-off; when it finally did start take-off, the plane slowed down and went right back to the gate. Yup, we had to switch planes because the cargo door opened.
William didn’t seem to mind. And that was a great way for Sean and me to be reminded of how wonderful kids are. I mean, this babe was spending the entire day with his mom and dad. What did he care if we had to switch planes?
The weekend was sublime – buying handmade arts at Governor’s Palace, eating at a cozy bar on our first night there, meeting old friends at the recycled art fair, and soaking up the sun and snow.
I’m loving the movie option on google photos: