Trying to start catching up with the blog. Julianne's baptism was a success. I suppose as long as you end the day baptized, it's a success...but seriously, it went well. Daniel's mom flew out for the occasion. The cousins came, Aunt M and Uncle P spoke. Grammy and Grampy were there of course. All of the friends who we are closest to were there to support Jules...what more could you ask for? I suppose I could ask for better pictures, but I'm the picture taker, and did not have time to take many considering the fact that I was running around orchestrating everything, getting refreshments ready, etc. We went to her chosen restaurant, Gringo's, for dinner afterward. I put together a slide show of photos of Julianne growing up for the intermission/changing into dry clothes time that turned out well...if I don't say so myself. I wish that I had thought of it before Bella's baptism. I would put it here, but I'd have to hack it up to take out non-internet friendly information. So, if you weren't there...you'll have to take my word for it.
I can't believe my little Juli-bean is 8 years old. It boggles my mind. She's such a sweet potato. Now if only I could get her to clean her room...But, I guess no one is perfect, and that's brings us right back to the reason we get baptized. We are so proud of her.
Monday, March 7, 2011
February came and went with nary a post in sight. In a nutshell, Julianne turned 8 and was baptized (that is the minimum age of baptism in our church) yay! Pictures forthcoming...they are still on my camera. My mother in law came to town for 9 days. Daniel and I went away for a weekend in San Antonio. And...I decided to quit my job to lower the stress level around here. Daniel has been working so hard with a lot of time being spent on work stuff during his home hours for the last year...something had to give with 4 kids to keep alive and nurture. I decided to take one for the team and quit in the best interest of everyone. It wasn't rocket science since he makes literally 95% of our household income, and I was only working 10 hours/week at the most anyway (from home). So far so good. I'm much more relaxed, and everyone is happier because of my relaxation level. It wasn't that I was working a whole lot, but I was spending a whole lot of mental energy stressing about when I was going to squeeze in hours during nights/naps. And naps don't exist in my world anymore with an almost 3 and 4 year old at home. Some day when all the kids are in school, I'll get going on my own ambitions again. It's not that far off. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the tail end of my "kids at home all day" phase of life, and studying for the GRE so that I can go back to grad school in a couple of years. Math + Mom Brain = HARD