Saturday, June 26, 2010
Pete & Repeat
I am Pete. And she is Repeat. Finley turned 15 months last week and she is a talker! She pretty much follows me around like she is a parrot. One of my favorite words (fuck) is out of the question these days as she likes to imitate everything I say and do. A few of her favorite words. Awtside (outside), Dawgie (doggie), nooooooo (no), wa wa (water), Pa Pa (my dad), shoooo (shoe), blankie (blanket), and mummmm (yum yum = snack). She even repeats every number as we count to 10! on, do, free, for, vive, sik, sevm, eat, nin, en.
Friday, June 4, 2010
The New Disney.com!
I rarely talk about my work (well, maybe a little but not actually focused on the REAL work) but I'm so excited about our new homepage that our team has been working on, I have to share. My role as been project managing the ads piece and this is just a microcosim into my day to day....but I am very excited and ready to see our new homepage LIVE on 6/7. (www.disney.go.com) Check it out!
The. Worst. Morning. Ever.
OMG! This morning goes down in history as The. Worst. Ever.
Finley came back Wednesday afternoon from a week away with Pa Pa and Gran-ma (my parents). When Jeff and I left Phoenix to come back home, my parents took Fin to North Dakota to meet the fam and attend my cousin Casey's graduation from highschool. She had a fabulous time but to be quite honest the two weeks really messed her up. When I picked my dad, Ashee (as Fin likes to call her), and Finley up from the airport she was in a complete daze for the next two hours. It was almost like she saw a mirage. She sat in her car seat and just stared at me and wasn't quite sure what to think. She was being so good but seemed really confused. A few hours later, she was back to her old self. Throwing her weight around and bossing me around.
However, the next 24 + hours were much more than I bargained for.
Today, I woke up a few minutes later than normal. I was exhausted and trying to make it thru the final day of the week. I had an 8:30 which typically wouldn't be too big of a deal as I'm normally in the office between 8 and 8:30. But today it was. It all started when I woke Fin around 6am. Handed her a bottle and went to the kitchen to pull her lunch box together. I went in a few minutes later and she was sitting straight up in bed. Jeff and I transported her to the living room, placed her in her high chair and turned a little Barney on. I jumped in the shower and Jeff took off for work. A few minutes later, Fin was shouting in her chair. I hurried out and started making her bath. I went to pull her out of her high chair and she started screaming. I calmed her. Brought her to the bath and she started screaming again. Ugh. I placed her in the bath (still screaming). Played with her for a bit (it stopped). Washed her hair (it continued). She then pooped in the tub. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I pulled her out (she screamed). I washed her off (she screamed). I brought her to the bedroom (she bawled). I got her dressed (she cried). Then, I hear Simon throwing up in the living room. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I looked at the clock and it's approaching 7. Ugh. Now, I'm running late. I finally get her all prettied up and try to place her back in the high chair with a few treats so I can get dressed, clean her bath, Simon's puke, and get out the door. She threw a royal fit. I finally got her into the chair, got her a few treats and her 4 blankies and 2 binkies and she was good to go. I went into the bathroom to find Simon had peed on the rug. WTF? This morning is bull sh*t, I think to myself.
At about 7:40 I'm out the door (def not making my 8:30) and approach the daycare. Upon entry to her new room, my daughter let's out a shreik. OH SHIT, I think to myself. I set her down and she flails about. FUCK is all that's running through my mind. The teach then proceeds to tell me how she had to explain to the other teachers the day before that she'd been without her mom for the past week (apparently they all thought she was with me on vacation)....Regardless, I think, they were talking, and obviously there was some explaining to do regarding my daughters actions the day before. I sat with Fin and tried to calm her but nothing I could do. So, I calmly walk out and all I could hear was loud shreiking sounds coming from the Tiny Tot room. That was MY daughter. Three binkies, three blankies, and tears flowing down her face. Meanwhile the other children in her class were politely sitting at the table, drinking their sippy cups, eating their toast and peaches.
On my way out, I completely lost it. What the heck is wrong? Why is she having such a hard time adjusting? And why are all the other kids happy, eating, and calm? I begin beating myself up over the fact that my child has been crying, screaming, throwing tantrums since the time she woke up. And now I have less than 20 minutes to get to work for my 8:30 call and that's definitely not happening. No bueno.
I get on the freeway and the sign that normally reads 29-32 minutes to Seattle reads 78 minutes. In my last 18 months, I've never seen 78 minutes and it's official, I'm not making my 8:30. FUCK.
I ended up taking the call from the road and rolling into the office around 9:15 but not the way I'd hoped to spend my morning.
Working full time and taking care of a baby/toddler is the hardest thing I've ever done. At the end of the day, it's so rewarding but I can't help but ask myself every morning, why I'm pushing myself to do so much. The truth is I feel so rewarded by my professional life and my accomplishments but also feel rewarded for the work I do at home. It's a constant struggle. It's SO not easy. But when I look into little Fin's eyes all I can hope is that some day it makes as much sense to her as it does to me.
Finley came back Wednesday afternoon from a week away with Pa Pa and Gran-ma (my parents). When Jeff and I left Phoenix to come back home, my parents took Fin to North Dakota to meet the fam and attend my cousin Casey's graduation from highschool. She had a fabulous time but to be quite honest the two weeks really messed her up. When I picked my dad, Ashee (as Fin likes to call her), and Finley up from the airport she was in a complete daze for the next two hours. It was almost like she saw a mirage. She sat in her car seat and just stared at me and wasn't quite sure what to think. She was being so good but seemed really confused. A few hours later, she was back to her old self. Throwing her weight around and bossing me around.
However, the next 24 + hours were much more than I bargained for.
Today, I woke up a few minutes later than normal. I was exhausted and trying to make it thru the final day of the week. I had an 8:30 which typically wouldn't be too big of a deal as I'm normally in the office between 8 and 8:30. But today it was. It all started when I woke Fin around 6am. Handed her a bottle and went to the kitchen to pull her lunch box together. I went in a few minutes later and she was sitting straight up in bed. Jeff and I transported her to the living room, placed her in her high chair and turned a little Barney on. I jumped in the shower and Jeff took off for work. A few minutes later, Fin was shouting in her chair. I hurried out and started making her bath. I went to pull her out of her high chair and she started screaming. I calmed her. Brought her to the bath and she started screaming again. Ugh. I placed her in the bath (still screaming). Played with her for a bit (it stopped). Washed her hair (it continued). She then pooped in the tub. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I pulled her out (she screamed). I washed her off (she screamed). I brought her to the bedroom (she bawled). I got her dressed (she cried). Then, I hear Simon throwing up in the living room. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I looked at the clock and it's approaching 7. Ugh. Now, I'm running late. I finally get her all prettied up and try to place her back in the high chair with a few treats so I can get dressed, clean her bath, Simon's puke, and get out the door. She threw a royal fit. I finally got her into the chair, got her a few treats and her 4 blankies and 2 binkies and she was good to go. I went into the bathroom to find Simon had peed on the rug. WTF? This morning is bull sh*t, I think to myself.
At about 7:40 I'm out the door (def not making my 8:30) and approach the daycare. Upon entry to her new room, my daughter let's out a shreik. OH SHIT, I think to myself. I set her down and she flails about. FUCK is all that's running through my mind. The teach then proceeds to tell me how she had to explain to the other teachers the day before that she'd been without her mom for the past week (apparently they all thought she was with me on vacation)....Regardless, I think, they were talking, and obviously there was some explaining to do regarding my daughters actions the day before. I sat with Fin and tried to calm her but nothing I could do. So, I calmly walk out and all I could hear was loud shreiking sounds coming from the Tiny Tot room. That was MY daughter. Three binkies, three blankies, and tears flowing down her face. Meanwhile the other children in her class were politely sitting at the table, drinking their sippy cups, eating their toast and peaches.
On my way out, I completely lost it. What the heck is wrong? Why is she having such a hard time adjusting? And why are all the other kids happy, eating, and calm? I begin beating myself up over the fact that my child has been crying, screaming, throwing tantrums since the time she woke up. And now I have less than 20 minutes to get to work for my 8:30 call and that's definitely not happening. No bueno.
I get on the freeway and the sign that normally reads 29-32 minutes to Seattle reads 78 minutes. In my last 18 months, I've never seen 78 minutes and it's official, I'm not making my 8:30. FUCK.
I ended up taking the call from the road and rolling into the office around 9:15 but not the way I'd hoped to spend my morning.
Working full time and taking care of a baby/toddler is the hardest thing I've ever done. At the end of the day, it's so rewarding but I can't help but ask myself every morning, why I'm pushing myself to do so much. The truth is I feel so rewarded by my professional life and my accomplishments but also feel rewarded for the work I do at home. It's a constant struggle. It's SO not easy. But when I look into little Fin's eyes all I can hope is that some day it makes as much sense to her as it does to me.
It's Almost Here!
In less than 2 weeks we should be moving into our new home. We went up tonight to check out the progress and I'm so happy with how things are coming together. Here are some pics of our new place! Most of you know how painful this process was (do not recommend building a house from ground up!) but I'm so happy with the job that Jeff did. There were many differences in opinion along the way and he was quite the project manager but all in all he did an amazing job and I'm so thankful for all (well almost all) his decisions and the hours (upon hours) he spent researching every last detail. I can't wait to move in!
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