Work work work

So... I got a job. Yeah, it was just as much a surprise to us, since I wasn't even looking. I got an email last week from a transcribing company that I had applied to a year ago. They use the same software I have a license in and they do remote work, which is why I applied for them--We had just moved to Michigan and I thought, I'll do some typing while I'm huge and pregnant and don't have anything to do all day.

Since I never heard a response, I had completely forgotten about them until this email came. It was the ideal hire--no stress, no pressure and fast. By the end of the next day, I had been interviewed and was hired. Go figure, when I'm actually looking for a job it takes months of rejection, but when I'm not searching, something falls in my lap. Isn't that how life is...

What I do is very similar to what I did as a transcriber in Provo, except instead of going to classes with the students, I listen in from home via Skype. It's great, and so far I've been able to get a schedule that fits nicely with Henry's naps. Just an hour or two a day while he's sleeping. And I get to listen to college classes like British literature, liberal arts, research methods... without having to worry about the homework.

We decided to try it out for awhile, and as long as it doesn't interfere with my ability to tend to Henry, it's a great setup. It's a great blessing, and I think it will be good for me to do something that's all mine. And now I will end with a cute picture of me and Henry.

 

Compare/Contrast

I've been going through Henry's clothes this week and I found one of the hats he wore while he was in the hospital. I thought I'd have him try it on and see just how well it fits 8 months later.

Nananana

Lately it seems like all I do is pick things up. This is something that every mother has probably had to deal with, and I have yet to find a solution for it. At least, one that doesn't involve putting everything in our house at least 3 feet off the floor. I don't know what the appeal is of pulling things off shelves. But it seems to be very strategic and compulsive. A few minutes ago, while Henry was napping, our living room was clean. Now it looks like this.

Yes, that is a Batman shirt. Complete with cape.

Westward ho

We got back last night from a long vacation out west. And surprise, I'm actually really happy to be home.

We spent a couple of days in Idaho at Ben's parents' house. There was a big reunion for the Bernie Fisher family, plus I had my 24th birthday (which I was sick for--super lame). Henry particularly enjoyed the apricots from the orchard.

We also visited Ben's grandpa, who is Henry's middle name sake. If you notice Ben's dad in the background, you can see four generations of fathers and sons. Precious.

Next was our trip to Yellowstone with my brother Josh, who just finished up at BYU-I and is now getting ready to go on his mission to Brazil. It was our first time at the park. Lots of prettiness, like this ginormous hot spring.

We found ourselves in the middle of a buffalo stampede that was quite intense. Keep in mind that this was a one-way street that dropped off in a steep cliff.

Needless to say, it was a very long day.

Henry timed this just right--as we were taking our picture in front of Old Faithful, he leaned over and gave me a big kiss. My boy loves me.

We also saw my dad and spent some time with Ben's grandparents and some other family in Utah, but I don't have any pictures of that. All in all, it was a good trip. But thank goodness for Henry being able to sleep in his own room again....