Su Su Summer!!!

I made it. My last day of work. Ahhh. Now I can breathe. It was a good year. A really good year. I worked with two great SLPs and loved it. I love the kids and have been at this same school for three years. I was able to be a part of some really awesome stuff. Helping kids learn to communicate is always amazing. I love my job. But that doesn't mean it isn't work. It's hard. It's hard finding balance. It's HARD being a working mom. It's hard leaving your baby with a sitter. It's hard when they are sick but you have deadlines. It's just plain hard. My hat goes off to all the working moms out there. It's hard, I know. But its summer time. And that means its party time. I get to be home with my little man. No more packing bags, lunches, fixing schedules, stress. We can relax. And play. Play. Play. Play. I live this time I have with pman. I love being home with him. I love how easy our lives are when I am home. Woo hoo. I'll talk more about the job later but for now I am making fun to-do lists with pman and am getting so excited to tackle them. I left work a little early today, pman was running a fever. And even with medicine and a cool bath he is still 102.8 and climbing. My poor guy. But knowing I don't have to work or figure out the sitter and a sick baby is so comforting. I can be up all night with this boy, if he needs and I won't have to leave him in the am. Not my ideal way to kick off the summer of Kendra-Porter, but at least were together. Any fun suggestions?

Bloom where you are planted

I'm having a hard time with this. Blooming where I'm planted. My family has a running joke that I will be in a different house every time they come visit. Sad thing, its kinda true. Remember how I had to move from our last place? Well I really regret it. I'm wishing we stayed there. For a million reasons. But I had to move. And I'm already getting that itch now. Like, I'm ready to move again. Do you see why we don't buy a house? I've also been thinking about living abroad. It's ALWAYS been our plan to go back to Taiwan to live for a year or two. It just hasn't happened yet. And I start to wonder if it ever will. So then I search and find us jobs and a place to live in Taiwan and am shocked when the hubs doesn't agree. You see, he loves his job. Sometimes I worry its coming between us ;). But the hubs really does love it. And that's an answer to prayers. We both have wonderful jobs and I am so grateful for that. But then I start to think, will we stay here forever? Because I don't know if I can do that. Live here forever. But I would be a crazy fool to make my hubs leave an awesome opportunity of a career because I don't want to raise teens here, right? It's hard being in Limbo. I kind of like it and kind of hate it. I mainly hate it because I feel old. It rarely happens, but sometimes I think I have to keep up with the Jones. Buy a house. Wear an apron all the time etc. I know we won't always be in limbo. In fact some things will be decided at the end of this year. And then I will probably miss limbo. Oh dear. So for now, I'm trying to bloom where I've been planted. I could probably try harder...

Hair's the deal...

This BOY has some great hair. It's long and curly. And I LOVE it. He likes it too. His daddy even loves it. So when I found out I was having a BOY, I wanted him to have great hair, I just never imagined it would be this great (I have stick straight hair) and when it started to curl (around 10 months) I decided it would be fun to take part in upsherin. A Jewish tradtition, where you do not cut the boy's hair until their third birthday. I'm kinda obsessed with the Jewish faith. I like it. I like learning about it. That being said, I partake in LENT every year and like the Catholic faith. I like learning about other religions. I am solid in my testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but I think it helps to learn about other people's faith. So back to the hair. It's beautiful. Most of the time. Somedays, when we are running late, or we've been sick I don't even brush it, and it looks unruly. But when I do, man it's a good hair day. Yes, people call him a girl. Trust me he doesn't dress like a girl so it's all the hair. If they hear him talk I don't know what they are thinking, he has a very deep voice. But random strangers calling him a girl hasn't even made me want to cut it once. I gave into peer pressure before, I'm so much older and wiser now. Sometimes I get defensive, like why can't a boy have awesome hair. Why should it be just for the girls? I have seen plenty of girls with some bald heads, that doesn't make them a boy (but it does help when there is a bow in sometimes). So we haven't cut it. We trim the bangs when needed (sometimes later than needed) but as for today and this month, there will be no cutting of the ringlets. Will we make it to three? It's hard to say. It may be down to his bottom by then, I may have to rethink this whole thing. But I'm pretty determined. And his mommy and daddy love it. So we're keeping it. For now. So there's the whole hairy situation...