I am a stay-at-home-mom. It took me forever but I worked my way (and paid my way) through college. After graduating, I worked as a graphic designer in publishing for 6 years, at three different companies, and did freelance on the side here and there (still do). I still enjoy design but hope to never work for a publishing company again, possibly a textbook or book publisher. I really do not have the aggressive/ phony/ sell-my-soul-for-my-career/ my-job-is-my-life / salesman's ass kissing/ dog eat dog personality that it takes to be a star as a graphic designer in the publishing world. I enjoy life outside of work way too much, I'm too honest, I suck at being owned and available 12+ hours a day, I'm the farthest thing from competitive, and I don't like to wear suits or sexy clothes to work. I thought that's what I wanted to do. Oh, and I don't get excited about work functions, office parties, company picnics, sports, getting drunk with co-workers, dealing with all the egos, and I stink at kissing ass . . . . . . . unless I really mean it.
Ever since I can remember I wanted to go to art school (did that), wait to get married (did that), wait to have kids (honestly, what's the rush?), and be a stay-at-home-mom (am one), and breastfeed (do). I hope to one day return to some type of creative career or job but for the next few years I will be staying at home to raise my kid(s). I could never imagine having my children and dumping them off at daycare to strangers to hold and (probably not even enjoy) my children every day. I want to see their first steps, words, etc.
I think about working again one day and maybe I could be a craft teacher for the elderly, or an art teacher for little kids, or challenged kids. I could see myself as a professional organizer. I would definitely have to work with people. People who would appreciate it. Fresh young minds, or fragile, old, kind minds. I really love art, creating things, figuring things out, beauty & order. I hope that I will be able to find something like that some day.
Meanwhile, my little guy is 11 and 1/2 months old. He turns 1 year old the end of January. He is starting to walk a little. He has horrible stranger anxiety, even with relatives who aren't MaMa or DaDa . . . . . OY! He has two teeth, and four on the way (poor little guy). Right after Christmas he came down with a horrible fever & cold. That's right when we realized he had some teeth coming in front top. As the weeks have passed he is better from his cold but the teething is just awful. He wakes through the night screaming and when you try to pick him up he thrashes about. Awww! What happened to the little angel that slept through the night for so many months? His little face has swollen spots and he for one reason or another has developed a hoarse sounding cry and squeak. His appetite is lacking (but still loves to nurse). Oh, and he has stopped taking both naps on many days. This is quite exhausting for both him and me.
I took a picture of him in his crib while he was actually napping quite soundly. You can't see in this picture but it took him about 30-45 minutes to fall asleep. In the process he wiggled around a lot and his two receiving blankets got all twisted around his middle. His thumb fell out of his mouth, and his feet were sticking through the spindles on the crib.
Ever since I can remember I wanted to go to art school (did that), wait to get married (did that), wait to have kids (honestly, what's the rush?), and be a stay-at-home-mom (am one), and breastfeed (do). I hope to one day return to some type of creative career or job but for the next few years I will be staying at home to raise my kid(s). I could never imagine having my children and dumping them off at daycare to strangers to hold and (probably not even enjoy) my children every day. I want to see their first steps, words, etc.
I think about working again one day and maybe I could be a craft teacher for the elderly, or an art teacher for little kids, or challenged kids. I could see myself as a professional organizer. I would definitely have to work with people. People who would appreciate it. Fresh young minds, or fragile, old, kind minds. I really love art, creating things, figuring things out, beauty & order. I hope that I will be able to find something like that some day.
Meanwhile, my little guy is 11 and 1/2 months old. He turns 1 year old the end of January. He is starting to walk a little. He has horrible stranger anxiety, even with relatives who aren't MaMa or DaDa . . . . . OY! He has two teeth, and four on the way (poor little guy). Right after Christmas he came down with a horrible fever & cold. That's right when we realized he had some teeth coming in front top. As the weeks have passed he is better from his cold but the teething is just awful. He wakes through the night screaming and when you try to pick him up he thrashes about. Awww! What happened to the little angel that slept through the night for so many months? His little face has swollen spots and he for one reason or another has developed a hoarse sounding cry and squeak. His appetite is lacking (but still loves to nurse). Oh, and he has stopped taking both naps on many days. This is quite exhausting for both him and me.
I took a picture of him in his crib while he was actually napping quite soundly. You can't see in this picture but it took him about 30-45 minutes to fall asleep. In the process he wiggled around a lot and his two receiving blankets got all twisted around his middle. His thumb fell out of his mouth, and his feet were sticking through the spindles on the crib.
