Wednesday, June 17, 2009

All Together Now

Wow... That about sums it up. wow.

I am so proud of my Hubby today. He was pink slipped from his job this spring and has been chasing leads for jobs in the fall. Let me tell you, they are few and far between in Michigan these days. I wouldn't be surprised if a thousand teachers apply for every opening.

This morning he was offered a teaching job in East Grand Rapids! Then he called his district to let them know and they guaranteed him a job as well!!! TWO JOBS!! I feel like I might explode, I'm that excited! And relieved... and teary... and PROUD.

Here he is after the interview... Cleans up awful nice :)

I think I mentioned that I love him :-)

We still have some big decisions to make, but now we're steering the boat.

Feels Good.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I made these for Lilly's room

No Drugs, Thanks

This is Lilly Jean on the day she was born. That was on December 8th, 2008. What a big day for both of us!

In the months leading up to this moment, I was OBSESSED with reading every detail about birth. I was somewhat certain I was headed to my deathbed, but hopeful that if I did survive that the resulting infant would be cute and not afflicted by colic.

Now that survival has been achieved, I am somewhat obsessed with remembering all the moments of Lilly's birth.

My Mom really wanted to be there... Hubby wanted it to be just us... I just didn't want anyone to be pissed while I was giving birth (read, stuck in the middle and I kinda wanted my mommy). Anyway, when I was walking the halls with Hubby and Laurie (my wonderful doula), walking might be a misleading word... shuffling and puking is more accurate... Mom started walking along and feeding me ice chips between contractions. She stuck with me to the end and took a zillion pictures.

I LOVE THESE PICTURES. I will spare the eyes of anyone who might happen apon this site... Lots of blood and such. For example, I happen to appear naked and exhausted (but not dead!) in the background of the first photo of my mom holding Lilly. I don't care though. I look at them all the time.

Not really sure what it is about them, the light in the hospital was horrid in the wee hours of the morning. I look awful. Everyone looks awful. I guess I'm just so proud that I was able to give Lilly a birth free from chemicals. The photos are the evidence of a moment that is burned into my memory like a brand. I'm different now.

Each photo sparks a memory from a slightly different angle... mine. Like the shot where mom is proudly smiling and holding Lilly. Laurie is leaning toward me and talking me through sitting up for the first time. These tiny movements took everything I had. Thank god for Laurie. She was there to help me so that Tim and Mom could enjoy meeting Lilly.

Here I am meeting Lilly...

Here is Hubby holding her for the first time...

We did it! Together! Thanks to Hubby and Mom and Laurie :)

And Lilly is CUTE!!! But afflicted with the dreaded COLIC...

Laminated Cats

Hubby's funnies

I love, love love my hubby... We've been together a l o n g l o n g time. He is so many things that I am not, and we compliment each other perfectly. I just love him, did I mention that?

Here he is being hilarious, which I am generally not. He told me yesterday that I am also funny, but he was just being nice :)

Here's an example, but I have a bit of back story to tell you first. The most obnoxiously yippy Scotti dog just moved in across the street from us two weeks ago. I don't know his real name, so lets just call him Frank. Now I am sure Frank's owner is a lovely lady... she must work nights? I'll let you know when I get to the bottom of this. Anyway, she leaves the window open and the dog just sits there and barks/yips at nothing For-EV-EEEEEER.

This picture, thanks Eoghan Lynch from Flickr, pretty much sums up how I agree with the people of Tokyo on the subject of yippy Scotti dogs.

Frank has inspired another neighbor to walk outside and scream at the top of his lungs, "SHHHH-UT UUUUP! SOOOOOO ANNOYING!!" This was two am. Frank had been at it for hours. Nobody was sleeping.

We were relating this to my parents on saturday when they were over for dinner. My mom suggested that we write a polite letter to Frank's owner to inform her of what was going on.

Tim never misses a beat. He starts dictating the letter...

"Dear maam,

I am going to BEAT. YOUR. ASS... politely, (pauses to let us finish cracking up) if you don't shut up your dog.

Herb Vanderlugt (this is our good friend and neighbor, another pause to let us pick ourselves up after rolling on the floor laughing)

P.S. You know, the tall bald guy across the street. NOT the shorter, slightly pudgy guy Tim."

I think I mentioned I love him... :) tehe

Here Goes

I am starting this blog to document my thoughts on my journey through life. Hopefully with a lot of great photos! Since I've just started on a new leg, called motherhood, it seems a good juncture to start! I guess I don't really care if anyone else reads this besides me since my primary purpose is to use the blog as a journal.

I've chosen the title Unified Theories of Everything for a few reasons. I happens to be a line from one of my favorite Wilco songs... Not sure if I'm legally allowed to quote them, but if they get upset, i'll just change it! The other reason is that I have a plethora of interests that I will probably be writing about. I've seen a lot of blogs with owners who are good at keeping to one topic. These specialist blogs are nice to read, however, I don't feel that style could capture my life adequately.

So with that said, this is a place for me to talk about all things Heather.