twas the evening before Christmas

And I’m at work. I think that’s a first — it’s almost 5 pm on Christmas Eve and I’m still at the office. Not getting a lot of work done, I must admit, but the way our Christmas Eve plans have worked out it doesn’t make sense for me to go home before we go out. So I’m here for the next hour or so, and then Greg and Elliot will come get me, then it’s on to the de Goede household for a bit of Christmas Eve cheer.

And not only am I still at the office, I’m here on my own. From a human standpoint, at least. I do have Yoshi to keep my company. He’s anxiously awaiting our departure.

Anyway, this all sounds rather depressing, but it’s actually been nice to have a quiet day before the Christmas mayhem starts. We’ve got a week of family visiting ahead of us, and there won’t be a lot of quiet moments until after the New Year. Maybe I’ll even go make myself a cup of tea.

Merry Christmas!

i’ve converted

After years of eating instant oatmeal (reduced-sugar, in my defense), I’ve converted to real oatmeal. That’s because I’ve finally figured out how to make it, what yummy stuff to add to it, and how much sugar to put in. I know, it’s not hard to make, but the consistency was never right. But I’ve got the measurements and the timing down now, and with some flax seed, blueberries, almonds and a bit more sugar than I was putting in before, it’s YUMMY. There’s no going back for me.

Now I’ve got to get my son on the same page.

adjustments made

When Elliot was about seven months old, I wrote a post about adjusting to being a parent, and how it was taking me longer than I thought it would. Around the same time, I read an article written by a father of a two-year-old who struggled with the same issue. By the time he had written the article, he had adjusted, and I remember hoping I would get to that point.

Well, some time in the last year or so, I’ve reached it. I think it was a while ago, but I only just made the conscious observation of it recently. Sure, there are a lot of hard parts to parenting, and I appreciate all the breaks I get, but I am no longer comparing my “B.E.” life to my “A.E.” life (Before and After Elliot).

Good timing, as Beet will be here in a few months!