Friday, September 27, 2013

Pony rides

Brandon loves going to daycare. He has friends there and different toys and plenty of activities to keep him busy.  The first day I dropped him off at daycare, I cried my eyes out. I didn't want to leave my child with other people to care for him. Although I still wish I could spend more time with him, I'm happy that he enjoys it.If you are one of those people who think daycare is all bad, check out what Brandon did there today:




Thursday, September 26, 2013

Best Bro Ever

 What do you think when you read Brandon's shirt?
 It really didn't land in Washington.
So I'll try again on my blog. I have faith in all of you.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Last week

 We had a blast in Washington and Oregon.
 
Last Saturday, we went to the Puyallup Fair. Saryn won the tractor pull and then did some mutton busting. Brandon loved seeing all the animals. He's a bit too small for the rides still.
 My little outlaw.
On Sunday, we drove down to Amber and Dan's place in Portland. We went to Multnomah Falls and to Steve's favorite part - the Rogue brewery and distillery. 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Trippin'

We just returned from vacation in the Pacific Northwest. I'll throw more pictures on here later, but first, here are some quick iPhone pictures:



Sunday, September 8, 2013

Freedom vs. stability

I recently reread The Glass Castle because it's just so damn good. In it, Jeannette Walls talks about how her mom doesn't want to trade her freedom for stability as most adults end up doing. For the past week, I have been thinking about that. About freedom and stability and whether they are both mutually exclusive. Perhaps they are.

I used to be a free spirit - a suburban gypsy of sorts. If I didn't like my job, I found a new one. I rented an apartment as to not be tied down. I never leased a car because I didn't want the commitment. Boyfriends that made me claustrophobic were quickly left. When Steve first did my taxes, he asked how many more W-2s he had to wait on.

And then, slowly but surely, my freedom shrunk as my stability grew. I got married, I bought a house, we leased a car, we had a child. In my interview for the job I have now, they asked me if I plan to stay in Omaha for long time. I paused, then truthfully said I'd love to move, but I have a husband and a son and a house. Getting up and moving isn't quite as easy. My freedom is gone. My stability is an anchor.

I guess responsible adults are stable, for the most part. We know there will be food on the table and a paycheck coming in because of our commitment to our responsibilities. We are not completely free, but we receive a different type of freedom in our commitments. We don't only do what we want to do. We do what we have to do. That is my struggle. I've always been a believer in personal freedom. It's sad for me to realize how much of it I have sacrificed. But then again, stability has its perks.

Most people want security in this world, not liberty. ~ H.L. Mencken

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Writing

This picture makes me so proud. My son loves to read and to scribble. He picks up pens and immediately looks for paper. Maybe he'll be a little like me after all. Maybe his blond hair will stay, too.

For some time now, Steve and I have been watching Brandon, wondering if he was left-handed. He throws balls with either hand and eats with both, so it's been hard to tell. But I think picture might be proof that he is indeed, left-handed.

The right half of the brain controls the left half of the body. This means that only left handed people are in their right mind.