Thursday, June 25, 2009

Blast from the past #2: Riverbend Park

Last summer, Rob and I took a daytrip to Riverbend Park (along the Potomac river). My love of hiking was something that didn't happen until later in life. I think girls camp kind of scarred me. Turns out that hiking through cornfields while swatting away mosquitos isn't my thing - go figure. But in Utah, I got to climb mountains, peer down into desert canyons, play in waterfalls, and see beautiful rock formations. As I've moved assorted places since then, I've been lucky to enjoy some beautiful surroundings and good company.

I love hiking with Rob because he is very observant and notices things I miss. I tend to just soak in all the colors and enjoy the conversation. Rob notices wildlife, the impact of the weather on the plants, and what direction we're heading. We hiked a lot together when we were first married, and I love that I get to look back at that period and remember him helping me find constellations at our campsight near Arches, reading about desert plants and animals, and laughing at the way the depth of the canyons at Canyonlands blew my poor Nebraskan mind. We learned a lot about each other, and I loved getting to revisit that at Riverbend.

Saturday, June 20, 2009


Yesterday Emily and I went to my former office to have lunch with my former boss and say hi to all my former coworkers. I had a fabulous time. I got to find out who had become a grandma, what people's kids were up to, who had moved to a new neighborhood, and all those little details you miss when you don't see people on a daily basis. I left with lots of invitations to have lunch and email addresses to swap pictures. It made me remember just how much I like all my coworkers, and what a good atmosphere it was. But it also made me incredibly grateful for the life I live now. As I walked to the metro with my baby and my husband, I realized that although I certainly missed the people, I didn't have a single moment that day where I doubted my decision to stay home with Emily. I love my life. I may be tracking down socks instead of international tax treaties, and trying to figure out why Emily is crying instead of determining the litigation risk of one company merging with another, but I feel my work is meaningful, and I feel fulfilled.

Monday, June 15, 2009

A message from Emily

Emily discovered the keyboard today, so I'm going to post whatever she types:

mm m bn n /;/. vv bv mn m

What a little blogger I'm raising!
And for fun, here's a semi-related picture of her playing World of Warcraft with her dad. She loves the computer.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Emily is a very laid back kid, but when she decides she wants something, good luck changing her mind! She is a determined girl. One of the fun ways this manifests itself is that when Emily discovers something new she likes, she wants to do it, or play with it over and over and over and over again. When she learned how to get her thumb to her mouth, she loved it so much, I had a hard time even getting her to eat. She'd spend hours a day practicing getting it there. She's recently discovered she can get her feet to her mouth, and it is her new favorite hobby. Oh, to be that flexible.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

It's always fun when Grandpa comes

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I love living somewhere that people visit. For the small price of letting him go to a conference during the day, my dad's employer paid for him to come visit me (aren't they thoughtful?). I feel very, very blessed that even though we live so far away, Emily has gotten to spend so much time with her grandparents. I'm quite fond of them, and I'm excited that Emily seems to share my sentiment. She loves the way her grandpa will be silly with her, and it is fun to watch. And I loved that my dad stayed up late with me (yes, Emily is still on her night owl schedule) - it made it feel like I was just staying up late hanging out with family. Thank you, dad, and thank you dad's employer!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Blast from the past #1: Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden

I was recently skimming through my pictures to find photos of people Emily's met (she adores her photo album we made for her of her relatives - primarily because she likes to chew on it, but hey, at least she's having fun), and I realized just how many pictures I meant to post here, but never did. So I've decided to periodically post pictures, and write some at least semi-related musings. This installment is about the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden.
This picture is a family tribute to Judith Shea's Post-Balzac. One of my favorite parts of living in DC is its close proximity to spectacular art. I adore sculpture, so I could go to the Hirshhorn Sculpture garden every day and never tire of it. There are many reasons I love sculpture. On a very basic level, it reminds me of my older brother, Doug. While my family refuses to play pictionary with me because my artistic skills are so lacking, Doug is a spectacular artist. Our mantle growing up was topped with assorted sculpture that he created, and it made me appreciate his sense of perspective and shape. Sculpture always makes me think of him.
But outside of happy associations, I love the substance of sculpture. I love that you can take a chunk of marble, and breathe so much life into it. I love that you can look at it from different angles and see something new. I love the effort that goes into tiny details - the shape back muscles take as arms extend, the knuckles in a hand, the gentle curve of an abstract shape. So much detail goes into fabulous sculpture, and I can't get enough of it.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Picasa albums up and running

I still have plenty more backlogged pictures to add to it, but if you can't get enough pictures of this family from my blog, I've started a Picasa web album where you can see a lot more pictures that I've taken. Just go to (I don't want to publish my last name on the web - otherwise I'll have to go private, and what fun is that?). :) If you need help spelling it, just send me an email. And to tide you over, here are some more fun ones: