Tirade...

Tirade of an insane mom...
  

  Yes, I realize I brought this on myself. Each and every stinking problem I have... I know is entirely my fault. But can I just say... it is TOO much.

I love my family, but I am so sick of carting half of us to once city to work for a while, then another to clean and "live." I want to put things away in my apartment. I want my winter clothes to fit in the stinking closet! I want to OWN enough hangers to put my winter clothes in the closet that they should fit in. I want things to have a place and to know, and hopefully remember, where that place is. I want to clean my bathroom more than once a month. I want to spend more times with my super cute babes (I clocked one work day: 2.1 hours with Graham. That's it). I want to be able to dote on my husband, and cook dinner more than once a month. Is this really too much to ask for? (Again, I already know... this is my fault.)

 I like my job, it really is quite interesting. But I am SICK of working with crazy people. I may understand why things happen, or why people do thing, but that doesn't make it any less offensive.  It doesn't mean I think about it less at night, efficiently getting myself roiled up, and then having to calm down again. I like doing my job, I've discovered I don't like doing insane leadership/reporting on things I can't change and I can't fix. That is particularly depressing. I know managing is an art, and quite frankly I am a sucky artist (at least at this job).

Ok, so there are only two major things... but tonight, just tonight as I sit in the lap of luxury at my mom's house, unable to act on any of my problems... I tirade.

Sad Days

You know it is bad when your FATHER tells you that it is time to update your blog. We have just had some crazy weekends.  So here is my update, but I know what you really want is PICTURES. So here is a ton!

Well, Graham is "sizely". We happened to be at the doctors office for an unrelated visit and I slapped him on the scales, 20 POUNDS. He is getting very long, rather than fat. But it still is a workout to get him up all the stairs to our apt. Here you can see his little scooch. He really doesn't like doing this very much, but he was enthralled by the door jab thing. (He loves these in every room he can find). If you notice he makes a nice 180.

 He will prop himself up when he is on his belly, but he won't crawl. I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing!

What happens at Nate and Kim's, stays at Nate and Kim's! Mostly, we just wanted to see what he would think of a "beebee". We didn't even put bows in his hair.

  He loves the cougars!  However sitting still for games is impossible.

 Nakey baby's are sooo cute!

 Such a smily baby!

 Graham loves walks and walking. We found some pretty dinosaur leaves (is what I call the huge leafy plants) and I couldn't resist a little photo shoot. Graham also perks right up when he sees a camera.

 He LOVES being outdoors. My sister-in-law has a theory that if you treat babies like cave men they will be happier, and Graham definitely loves being outdoors.

 However I'm still trying to teach him that dead leaves don't taste good.

 Yes, this is a U bib. He was being a temporary traitor, but it was just so gosh-darn cute!

He doesn't really like to be swaddled anymore, but this just shows how long he is.

This picture reminds me SO much of Sam! Graham is definitely made out of a Doups mold.

I was actually happily surprised to find over 200 pictures on my camera of Graham and I. I worry every now and then that I am working too much and not documenting Graham's life. In fact, and Nate and Kim's I even gave Boston the camera (He actually did pretty good, but the pictures are a little too psycadelic for the blog). I'm very lucky to have such a photogenic baby. It makes taking pictures much more fun than it was for the first few months!

 I'm still working on a blog of Hawaii. It was really fun, but very different than I was expecting. But hopefully this will tide everyone over for a little while! I look the same, fyi.