A Walking Weekend

We went on a walk Friday evening. We had gone far enough and were heading home when we stopped at a big intersection to wait for the crosswalk. When the crosswalk light turned on, we began crossing the intersection when a car started to turn towards us. He was going slow at first, so I looked at him to make sure he was going to stop for us, as we were already well into the intersection. Jason was in front of me with Grizz, and I was walking a few steps behind pushing Seth in the stroller. All of the sudden, the car sped up and was headed straight for Jason. I called to Jason something about whether he thought this guy saw us and as Jason saw the car coming at him, he tried to quickly turn Grizz around to jump out of the way. And let's be clear, turning Grizz around quickly is like trying to take a sharp right with a Navy Aircraft Carrier. As the car got closer, I didn't know what else to do other than scream. Right as I was screaming, the driver slammed on the breaks and the car screeched to a halt. Luckily, he stopped 5 or 6 feet away from Jason, but it was still close enough that it got my heart racing. The rest of our weekend was much less eventful.
Seth walked around Jason's office on Saturday while Jason was grabbing a few things. Within a few minutes, Seth had gathered all of the balls from all of the surrounding desks and started relocating them. Footballs were in trashcans, and stress-balls were under desks 15 feet away from their original location.

Later than day, we walked around Aurora Resevoir, which we thought would be beautiful because we'd gone on walks over there on warmer days this winter. But the bugs were out in full force. We spent most of the walk waving our arms and keeping our mouths shut tight. So yeah, a very pleasant walk.

Then, Seth walked all over our car while we ordered a few drinks at Sonic.

And to top it all off, Seth walked around and around the pews, and rows, and hallways at church. 3-hour church with a 16-month old is a rare form of torture. Just 2 more months until Nursery! Hallelujah!


Is this thing on?

When Seth was about to turn 1, I realized I'd done a pretty terrible job of recording our memories from the past year. I'd been keeping a journal through a website called OhLife but they went belly up. I'm no good at writing in an actual journal. So I'm returning to what is familiar.

Yes, Seth is now 16 months. So I didn't do a really good job of writing when I felt that urge many months ago. But, here we are. I recently got to do some extra writing for my company blog. And it made me realize just how much I had missed writing.

Off we go.

Seth is almost 16 months. He's walking and talking - baba (anything he drinks from. used to be bottle but now he uses a sippy cup), dada, mama, up, moo (when asked what a cow says. also when asked what any other animal says), gaga (doggy), cag (catch), ball and a lot of other gibberish we haven't made sense of yet.

He loves food like no other (except maybe his dad) and doesn't like when the food comes to and end. He's got big blue eyes. Whenever anyone sees his eyes they say "Wow his eyes are so blue." Their next action is to stare deeply into my very brown eyes, which is never not awkward. I feel like I'm supposed to open my eyes extra wide to give them the answer that "No, those blue eyes did not come from me."

I was home with Seth full-time until he was 9 months. I worked a bit from home with my old company but the projects that came in were fewer and far between. I was kind of looking for other work-from-home opportunities when a research company reached out to me. I figured it wouldn't hurt to figure out what they were all about and went through a rigorous round of interviews and found I really liked the company. And when they gave me a good offer and told me I'd have the chance to work from home a couple days a week, I figured this was one of those "meant to be" situations.

Being back at work has been a great experience and also a hard experience. But Seth is thriving and when I'm not home with him, he's at my wonderful sister-in-law's house so I know he's in good hands.

I feel like this is turning into a Christmas letter where you get updates on each member of the family. So I guess Jason's next? He's still working in financial sales and genuinely enjoys going into work every day. So that's a win.

And Grizz the dog is huge. 170 the last time we weighed him. He was promptly put on a diet but I swear he only lost weight that first week and has completely plateaued since. So I'm estimating that he is now 160? The moral of the story is, bullmastiffs are already large but Grizz is particularly large for a bullmastiff. But he's generally a good dog and Seth loves him so I tolerate him and his mess of slobber and shedding and poop. (Who am I kidding. I don't pick up his poop.)