The kids had been practicing the "Happy Birthday" song all week, and Clara was running around saying, "Happy birthday to YOU! Happy birthday to YOU!"
The new big girl bike
Tiny Town fun with the grandparents.
Ice cream cake!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Clara's 2nd Birthday
After an exciting train trip to the Bahamas, Clara's birthday was pretty low key - just our family (plus Grandma and Grandpa) hanging out near home. In the morning we went to Tiny Town and treated ourselves to a train ride and an ice cream cones. We had a DQ ice cream cake after dinner. Two ice creams in one day had Clara pretty wired, which was quite amusing.
The kids had been practicing the "Happy Birthday" song all week, and Clara was running around saying, "Happy birthday to YOU! Happy birthday to YOU!"
The new big girl bike
Tiny Town fun with the grandparents.
Ice cream cake!
The kids had been practicing the "Happy Birthday" song all week, and Clara was running around saying, "Happy birthday to YOU! Happy birthday to YOU!"
The new big girl bike
Tiny Town fun with the grandparents.
Ice cream cake!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
An End and A Beginning
There must be a reason that pregnancy is nine months long (or ten, depending on how you count). Nine months to gestate a new life, to process and come to terms with the change that's happening, the identity shift, the upheaval.
Nine months ago (or ten, depending on how you count) a seed was planted in my head by a dear friend. This friend is intuitive and empathic, and she called out gifts that she saw in me that I wasn't currently using. It was actually kind of an offhand comment - little did my friend know that she set off such a firestorm in my heart. But in that moment, my entire life flashed before my eyes - various people who have spoken of these latent gifts to me when I was focused elsewhere and pretty much ignoring them.
That comment sent me down a rabbit hole of self-doubt and then, ultimately, self-discovery. Who am I, really? What am I in this world to do? What if I'm not meant to be an engineer forever? What if I have done what I came to do in the realm of engineering? What if I have other latent gifts and passions, ones that can change the world in other ways than the advancement of scientific knowledge? If I won't be an engineer, then what will I be?
I struggled. I wrestled. I mind-mapped. I meditated. I journaled. I prayed. I rambled on about it to friends. I rambled on about it to mentors. I started websites. I joined masterminds. I went through programs. I engaged coaches and healers. I embarked on a journey of intensive self-care. I got sick. I got better. I connected with God in a way that I haven't since I was a kid. I cried. I manifested. I set new goals. I envisioned the future life that I wanted. I rearranged things in my life and work multiple times in an attempt to make things better. I cried some more. (When you read this paragraph, you need to picture a video montage of me doing all these things with Erin Shore by The Corrs playing in the background.)
And then, without warning, in the middle of this serious internal overhaul of myself, an opportunity presented itself. I was in transition between two jobs within the company, and it became apparent that instead of putting my head down and pushing through to the new role, the time was now. The opportunity that I had been looking for for transformation was here, though perhaps earlier than I had anticipated. Again, lots of tears, lots of struggle, lots of prayer and searching.
And so tomorrow, May 15, 2014, will be my last day of employment as an engineer with Lockheed Martin. I will be three weeks shy of my 10 year anniversary with the company. It's been an amazing ride. I did modeling, simulation, and performance analysis for earth-observing radar satellite systems. I helped design NASA's next manned space vehicle. I spent a year in Houston working with astronauts on human interfaces for that vehicle. I flew a spacecraft past a comet and I sent one on its way to Jupiter. (More video montage!) As this chapter of my life closes, I am so incredibly grateful for the opportunities that I've had, the massive amounts of knowledge I've gained, and the wonderful people I have met and worked with. Since the fear and sadness of making this transition started to pass, I have felt nothing but love and joy and thankfulness for this era of my life.
And so it's the end.
But then, it's also the beginning of something new. The next phase. Amy 2.0. Here are some things that are coming up next for me:
It's scary and exciting and sad and joyful and just plain thrilling all at once.
It has taken nine or ten months to gestate and birth this new life into the world, but it's my own new life. And I'm still a work in progress - still learning, still growing, still reserving the right to change my mind about all of it. May I never be stagnant.
To end, a quote from Thoreau, who has always been my favorite since Mr. Johnson's 10th grade American Literature Class: "I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. . . . In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness." So here I go. May it be true for me, and for all of us.
(No, I'm not pregnant again. That was an analogy. Stop spreading rumors, silly goose.)
Nine months ago (or ten, depending on how you count) a seed was planted in my head by a dear friend. This friend is intuitive and empathic, and she called out gifts that she saw in me that I wasn't currently using. It was actually kind of an offhand comment - little did my friend know that she set off such a firestorm in my heart. But in that moment, my entire life flashed before my eyes - various people who have spoken of these latent gifts to me when I was focused elsewhere and pretty much ignoring them.
That comment sent me down a rabbit hole of self-doubt and then, ultimately, self-discovery. Who am I, really? What am I in this world to do? What if I'm not meant to be an engineer forever? What if I have done what I came to do in the realm of engineering? What if I have other latent gifts and passions, ones that can change the world in other ways than the advancement of scientific knowledge? If I won't be an engineer, then what will I be?
I struggled. I wrestled. I mind-mapped. I meditated. I journaled. I prayed. I rambled on about it to friends. I rambled on about it to mentors. I started websites. I joined masterminds. I went through programs. I engaged coaches and healers. I embarked on a journey of intensive self-care. I got sick. I got better. I connected with God in a way that I haven't since I was a kid. I cried. I manifested. I set new goals. I envisioned the future life that I wanted. I rearranged things in my life and work multiple times in an attempt to make things better. I cried some more. (When you read this paragraph, you need to picture a video montage of me doing all these things with Erin Shore by The Corrs playing in the background.)
And then, without warning, in the middle of this serious internal overhaul of myself, an opportunity presented itself. I was in transition between two jobs within the company, and it became apparent that instead of putting my head down and pushing through to the new role, the time was now. The opportunity that I had been looking for for transformation was here, though perhaps earlier than I had anticipated. Again, lots of tears, lots of struggle, lots of prayer and searching.
And so tomorrow, May 15, 2014, will be my last day of employment as an engineer with Lockheed Martin. I will be three weeks shy of my 10 year anniversary with the company. It's been an amazing ride. I did modeling, simulation, and performance analysis for earth-observing radar satellite systems. I helped design NASA's next manned space vehicle. I spent a year in Houston working with astronauts on human interfaces for that vehicle. I flew a spacecraft past a comet and I sent one on its way to Jupiter. (More video montage!) As this chapter of my life closes, I am so incredibly grateful for the opportunities that I've had, the massive amounts of knowledge I've gained, and the wonderful people I have met and worked with. Since the fear and sadness of making this transition started to pass, I have felt nothing but love and joy and thankfulness for this era of my life.
And so it's the end.
But then, it's also the beginning of something new. The next phase. Amy 2.0. Here are some things that are coming up next for me:
- Joy-filled stay-at-home-mom-hood with my amazing and hilarious kids.
- Home organization, omg.
- Travel. Hopefully lots of it.
- Homeschooling
- Continuing to explore entrepreneurship with the following ventures:
- Travel consulting through Pine Hill Travel (web/facebook)
- Blogging about family travel at Stroller Packing (web/facebook)
- Transformational life coaching at Life Architecting (web/facebook)
- Writing about:
- Holistic self-care
- Goal setting and acheivement
- Scientific principles applied to psychology, spirituality, and generally living life
- Spirituality in general
- Travel
- Homeschooling, particularly math, science, and using travel to learn about the world
- Learning about:
- Ayurveda and Yoga
- Latin and Spanish languages
- Taking up the violin (yep, it's on my bucket list)
It's scary and exciting and sad and joyful and just plain thrilling all at once.
It has taken nine or ten months to gestate and birth this new life into the world, but it's my own new life. And I'm still a work in progress - still learning, still growing, still reserving the right to change my mind about all of it. May I never be stagnant.
To end, a quote from Thoreau, who has always been my favorite since Mr. Johnson's 10th grade American Literature Class: "I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. . . . In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness." So here I go. May it be true for me, and for all of us.
(No, I'm not pregnant again. That was an analogy. Stop spreading rumors, silly goose.)
Monday, May 12, 2014
Snow Day
We got about 18 inches of snow between Mother's Day and the day after, so needless to say we were snowed in and the nanny was snowed out. This meant I got to play in the snow! I had a new year's resolution to make a snow angel, so I can check that one off the list.
We were hoping it would be wet May snow so that we could make a snowman. ("Do you want to build a snowman?") But alas, it was powder.
We enjoyed sliding on the saucer down the top pitch of the driveway.
You would think that after all this the kids would sleep like babies and yet... it seems to be a non-nap day for either of them, even my sleep fiend, Clara. Too bad for me!
We were hoping it would be wet May snow so that we could make a snowman. ("Do you want to build a snowman?") But alas, it was powder.
We enjoyed sliding on the saucer down the top pitch of the driveway.
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| And hot chocolate afterwards |
You would think that after all this the kids would sleep like babies and yet... it seems to be a non-nap day for either of them, even my sleep fiend, Clara. Too bad for me!
Monday, April 21, 2014
Easter
We narrowly avoided missing Easter due to sickness yet again.
We went down to the city for an overnight staycation and mattress run on Saturday night, so we joined our friends K, A, and Baby A for church at St. Andrew Wildflower in Highlands Ranch. The kids had such a great time at Sunday School that they were the last ones out of the room.
We headed home and put the kids for their nap which was when the Easter Bunny came. Unfortunately after nap, Andrew had a hard time waking up, and this spiraled into an epic meltdown about not wanting to wear pants. But we got there eventually and a good time was had by all.
We went down to the city for an overnight staycation and mattress run on Saturday night, so we joined our friends K, A, and Baby A for church at St. Andrew Wildflower in Highlands Ranch. The kids had such a great time at Sunday School that they were the last ones out of the room.
We headed home and put the kids for their nap which was when the Easter Bunny came. Unfortunately after nap, Andrew had a hard time waking up, and this spiraled into an epic meltdown about not wanting to wear pants. But we got there eventually and a good time was had by all.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Kind Soul
Tonight I cried a little - nothing serious, just a hard, emotional day.
Andrew followed me into my bedroom and said, "I'm sorry, mama. What can I do to make it better?"
I could hear the echo of my words in there - the compassion that I show to him when he is inexplicably upset was reflected back on me in waves. I bathed in it.
I sniffed and said, "I could use a hug."
He said, "Can I hug you in the bed? That would be good - to hug in the bed."
And he snuggled me gently in the fluffy duvet.
We're a true family - we hold each other up. Unbelievably blessed.
Andrew followed me into my bedroom and said, "I'm sorry, mama. What can I do to make it better?"
I could hear the echo of my words in there - the compassion that I show to him when he is inexplicably upset was reflected back on me in waves. I bathed in it.
I sniffed and said, "I could use a hug."
He said, "Can I hug you in the bed? That would be good - to hug in the bed."
And he snuggled me gently in the fluffy duvet.
We're a true family - we hold each other up. Unbelievably blessed.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Pants II
Andrew just went to his dresser to fetch his own pants. Then with minimal help from me, he laid them out on the floor and put them on by himself.
I'm having a "he'll eventually be able to go to college" moment.
(Of course, the reason he needed to go fetch new pants at 4:30 in the afternoon was because he was too involved in play to bother going to the potty. But you know. Baby steps.)
He also performed his first Class III scramble up some awesome red rock (The Golden Pyramid) down at South Valley Park down the road here. So he had a big day.
Incidentally, Clara made about 90% of this climb too - I just didn't feel comfortable with her on the summit pitch. They both were incredible, and I see much rock climbing and hiking in our future.
I'm having a "he'll eventually be able to go to college" moment.
(Of course, the reason he needed to go fetch new pants at 4:30 in the afternoon was because he was too involved in play to bother going to the potty. But you know. Baby steps.)
He also performed his first Class III scramble up some awesome red rock (The Golden Pyramid) down at South Valley Park down the road here. So he had a big day.
Incidentally, Clara made about 90% of this climb too - I just didn't feel comfortable with her on the summit pitch. They both were incredible, and I see much rock climbing and hiking in our future.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Pants
Mama: I see that you must have gone potty. And you didn't put your pants back on.
Andrew: Yeah. Sometimes big boys put their pants back on. And sometimes they don't.
Andrew: Yeah. Sometimes big boys put their pants back on. And sometimes they don't.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
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