Category Archives: Life

Life: I need this outlet.

I’ve been a terrible blogger lately.

Life snuck up on me. But things have changed A LOT in my life lately and I need an outlet. Let’s see…

  1. New job
  2. Bought a house
    • House is 45 miles from old house
    • New daycare
  3. New job for Jesse
  4. Adopted two cats
    • Apparently allergic to long-haired cats

I’m adapting. The new job is wonderful but comes with its own unique challenges. Our little townhouse is great. It’s the perfect size for us at the moment with two outdoor spaces. We live much closer to my family now. But I’m super far from my friends. Perhaps one of the biggest challenges for me right now.

A new job means losing the comfort and security of the known. I had my work family and I miss them terribly. I miss my regular patrons. I even kind of miss the smell — the mix of books and homeless people and baked goods.

I know it takes time, I’ll get there with the new job. The trickiest part is that my work family also IS a large part of my Arizona family. But I love what I’m doing in my new job.

It’s so different from the public library life. There’s lots of research, more writing, less reading fun books.

But I’m still keeping a foot in the book world. I did a presentation at the beginning of summer on Sizzlin’ Summer Reads with my friend and fellow librarian, Anbolyn, and we are planning another for the fall. It’s interesting to see where our taste in books intersects and where it doesn’t. It really proves that there’s a book for every reader (and when you read it in your life can really make a difference). I’ll post more about our Summer presentation soon. (I promise!)

Happy summer!

Year in Numbers: 2015


Books read: 94

  • 80% Borrowed from the Library
  • 46% Picture Books, Middle Grade, or Young Adult
  • 33 eBooks (I read a lot of ebooks while nursing, now I’m uninterested in reading anything digital)

2015 Reads

Books abandoned: 1 = We Are Not Ourselves.

Books still in progress: 4 (though some might call them abandoned, I am not yet ready to give up on them.)

currently15Pulitzer Prize winning books read: 1! I read All the Light We Cannot See BEFORE it even WON the Pulitzer this year! Woo hoo! Go me! #progress

Blog posts: 10. (Personal) Blogging tends to be last on my list of things to do…which is funny because I’m always writing a blog post in my head. I just need to find the time to type up the words.

Days spent NOT in Arizona: MANY. 2 trips to Denver (and a stop in Wyoming), 1 trip to Seattle, 2 trips to Disneyland (one by way of San Diego),  and 1 trip to Florida

Mommyhood: The Balance

I’m not sure how people do it — marriage, parenting, working, hobbies. How does that even work?

As you can tell, one of the things that I’ve let go of is this blog. It isn’t because I don’t have things I want to share (because I do), it’s that I don’t have time to share them. If I’m going to write a blog post these days, it’s for work — I get paid to do it. If I’m going to share a photo, it’s going on Facebook or Instagram — both are easier. If I have a quick thought, it goes on Twitter (and sometimes doesn’t make sense and comes out of NO WHERE). If I notice an interesting bookish trend, it goes on Goodreads (listopia has become my friend).

Pens, markers, pencils, books!
Pens, markers, pencils, books!

I have all of these other outlets, that force this one aside. It’s unintentional, but it happens. This isn’t the only hobby that gets squeezed or just left behind. I haven’t touched a crochet hook in almost a year. I color occasionally, but often have to decide between coloring or reading. The stack of books by my bed causes me anxiety, so I feel guilty about coloring instead of reading them. Funny thing is…coloring helps with anxiety more than reading. Perhaps I should grab my coloring books and pencils more than I grab a book filled with words.

Library books, galleys, and books I’ve been “currently reading” for MONTHS.

According to Pew, I read more than the people they surveyed. And I’m pretty sure I read more than several of my co-workers. But when you tend to spend a lot of time on the bookish interwebz, it can never feel like enough. There’s always another book you must read. Sometimes 7-10 in a week. I have zero patience for uninteresting books, if it doesn’t grab me immediately it will most likely end up forgotten like the pile below all of those library books. (I WILL finish a few of them…I WILL!)

Another thing I haven’t figured out how to fit into my life: Shutterfly. I miss it so much. I hardly have time to move images onto my back-up hard drive from my phone (it is both a blessing and a curse to have 128 GB of space on my phone), much less organize them into a photo album of our lives. It’s almost time for our annual album and I’ve gotten through January (I went back to work in February, so…). I’ve got thousands of photos to sort through…perhaps we’ll get our desktop fixed (ha! add it to the list of all the things we have to spend money on) soon so I have a computer with a real disk space (I’ve only got an HP Stream to use now…very limited hd space).

So how do other people do this? How do they make it work? How do they balance ALL OF THIS?  Is this why so many marriages end in divorce? There’s no me-time anymore so people get bitter and unhappy and the marriage falls apart? I’m not suggesting we’re anywhere close to that, but I can see why it happens. I’m lucky to have Jesse. He makes the marriage part easy and he does his best to make sure I get a couple of days to myself a month — on those days I get facials or massages or become one with the couch (or fit in dentist appointments and haircuts and laundry).

I’ll figure it out eventually. I’ve heard it’ll get easier after it gets harder. I’m aware that I still have the really challenging days of toddlerhood ahead.

Red lips.Funny thing: I’ve given up on wearing any color other than black to work to cut down on 1. shopping, 2. loads of laundry, 3. thinking about how I look. I’ve kept it so simple the past few weeks and it’s been AMAZING. How did I not discover this sooner? Black shirts, black pants, black shoes, red lipstick, crazy hair (its natural state), maybe simple accessories. So easy, so awesome, and I’ve never gotten so many compliments before in my life about 1. my awesome lipstick (yes…I still love red lipstick, in this photo it’s Ruby Woo pencil and lipstick with an Urban Decay primer), 2. how thin I look (no, I haven’t lost weight…in fact, I’ve probably gained some), 3. my Betseyville glasses (that I’ve worn for at least 2 years), 4. my crazy hair (who knew a middle part was on point (is this where I can use the word “fleek”)?! I can thank my nutso postpartum new hairs for this. There’s no controlling them, so sometimes I can’t do anything about how my hair parts. I could do an entire post about my new hairs. It looks like I got bangs, but weird wispy super fine bangs…all over my head).

At least I’ve figured one thing out…kind of.

Mommyhood: Real Life

5:30 PM
Arrive home.
No air conditioning.
It is hot.
Find batteries.
Fix it.
Place baby on tummy.
Play with baby.
Notice dog has eye boogers.
Attempt to fix.
Baby burps.
Continue fixing eye of dog.
Baby burps again.
Look up.
Baby is on hardwood floor scooting around in own vomit.
Also runny nose into her mouth.
Also drooling.
Must clean baby and floor.
Get towel for floor while baby continues to be covered in goo.
Take baby to kitchen counter to disrobe baby for bath thinking just a wet diaper.
Baby has pooped.
Transport baby to living room.
Poop on baby belly and legs.
Potentially on own body.
Finally get baby to sink.
Clean baby.
Baby attempts to drink water.
Remove baby from sink and place in jammies.
Happy baby.
Think baby wants to play.
Baby wants to cry.
Covered in snot and drool.
Baby and self.
Feel inside mouth.
More teeth.
Time for bed.
Nurse baby.
Marathon, not sprint.
Baby falls asleep.
Place baby gently in crib.
Baby cries.
Pat baby on belly and make soothing sounds.
Baby screeches.
Walk out of room.
Water plants.
Baby is asleep.

Mommyhood: Clothes (The Struggle)

Look at all that sweetness!

We have a healthy, happy baby. She is 100% across the charts, so yeah, she’s a little larger than other babies. When I tell people my adorable little girl is six months old I get the surprised face and then the “oh she is a big girl.” Yeah…and? Just tell me she’s adorable.

The real struggle with having a happy, healthy baby though: the clothes. Some brands are made for pip-squeaks (no offense to the little guys out there). The whole Gerber line seems to be a slim-cut versus the regular cut of Circo. The MOST annoying thing is jammies. At Target (the place I shop most) snap-front pajamas only go up to size nine months. The Carter’s (and all of the many labels under the Carter’s name) 9 month sizes fit up to 28.5 inches and 20.5 pounds. Guess who’s baby was measuring 20 pounds and 28 inches at her last doctor’s appointment. Her little chunky thighs come busting out of her jammies most nights.

I’m not ready for my six month old to wear pajama separates. I want her to wear snap-front footie pajamas for as long as possible. Zipper-jammies are annoying because they have that one leg you have to struggle to get in/out. Plus, the bigger the pajamas, the skinnier the baby needs to be (or so it seems). I tried putting her in some 12-month zip-front jammies and she was like a little sausage.

Pool time!
I opted for a one piece this year…no need to scare people with my I-just-had-a-baby belly yet. Plus this one is really easy for nursing.

And swimsuits…for my chunk o’baby? Hah! I bought one at Gymboree in a 6-12 month size. Yeah…it was returned. Even the swim bottoms we bought are a challenge to put on her. But at least I know that if she poops in the pool, it’s not leaking out around her thighs!

The struggle is real.

I guess shopping for clothes is a problem a tall girl can have at any age.

I’m not even going to get into the troubles I have finding clothes these days. Can I just wear my maternity clothes forever? Stretchy waists are where it’s at!