One Day as a Professional

On August 9, about 2 weeks ago, I had the opportunity to have what I call a "career" or "professional" experience. One of my suppliers was having a customer appreciation day in Denver, and I wanted to go. When I first say the invite my first thought was "life is boring right now, I could do this." So, I began by talking it over with Gaupo and making sure it was okay with him if I took a couple of hours to go have lunch and talk with people. He, of course, was super supportive; so I began to work my stuff.

First I contacted work to see if mileage reimbursement was applicable to this, and also if I could have child care expenses covered. Luckily, they didn't laugh me out of the building or off the email server. Instead they granted my requests for both reimbursements. I was really excited. So, I then proceeded to fret about if I was neglecting my child and being a bad mother. After convincing myself that one day would be just fine, I called up our babysitter. She was more than happy to watch Little One, so every thing was set.

Friday, I got all dressed-up. I wore my new-to-me maternity top, slacks, and even heels (it sounded fun). I even did my make-up and of course my hair. It was really fun to look so professional. I real enjoy getting fancy when I have a purpose and want too. This confuses Gaupo to no end, but he willingly supports whatever. Anyway, after getting all fancy I went to pick up our babysitter. Once we were back home, I gave her a run-down on mid-day babysitting instructions and left.

That is when I made my first ever drive to Denver. I have ridden to Denver plenty of times, but I have never actually driven. Actually, I have gone to the airport, but that is completely different. Anyway, when I got there  they handed me a goodie bag. The guy before me asked something about drinks (as in alcohol). The gentleman said, "Yes, we have them." Then he looked at me and said "not that you can drink." I replied, "your right I can't." I should have proceeded to explain, but I didn't I just left it at that. By the way, the goodie bag contained a beer mug. It was pretty cool. Once inside, I visited with all the suppliers suppliers. I got comments from the ladies like, "Looks like your going to be a Mama. Is this your first?" However, the best comments was from a guy you told me that I wouldn't need anything at Cabela's. That I was probably like "Cabela's, big Whoop." I informed him there were plenty of things I could use from Cabela's, so he let me enter their drawing. I took his comments to me that I looked to girly and professional to possibly need or know how to use outdoors stuff. Well, the fact is I can, but I can also look very put together. Anyway, I then had lunch and visited with a few people who were seated close to me. It was fun to make, small talk. I mean like talking about the weather, and hobbies and stuff. Like sort of professional small talk. After that, I met with my sales reps, and headed home.

The Point: Now the whole point of that story is that I had a great time at this event. I loved socializing, dressing-up, talking with people I don't know, learning knew things, talking to adults, etc. However, as I was driving home I kept thinking, wow that was fun. I think that it would be kind of fun to have a career. But then I thought of Little One. I thought of her smiles, the fun we have at the park, the way she makes me laugh, and all the tiny moments I get to witness everyday as her mom. As I remembered this, I couldn't help feeling completely full of joy. When I thought about how fun the day was, I could reflect on a good day, but it felt kind of shallow; whereas, when I thought about what I do everyday as a mom it was full, deep and meaningful. I love being a mom. One day, I may choose to make a career, but right now I have the best profession and title ever it is this--MOM. I love being a mom and all the great food, people, and stuff of the world could never compensate for being a mom. That does not mean that every day I have the perfect time with Kylee. It doesn't mean that I am not frazzled, and breakdown for no reason what so ever. What it means is that even though being a mom is WAY harder for me than working, I love it and I will take it good and bad over having all of the other stuff that working would bring.

I just wanted to right that down right now, before I forgot. Just in case you were wondering, what Little One could possibly do to make me think this, here are some videos and pictures of her at her best.

Me as a professional lifeguard.

Isn't this a great face?

This one is our own little game. She looks at me like this and then I copy her. Then...

We both start doing this.

The Fair

Little One is super into animals you can tell because this is one of her favorite toys...

This is her Kitty. She does most things with it including sleeping.

These are her favorite books. We read them as often as Mom and Dad can stand...

April Foolishness has had to have the cover taped back on, Duck on a Bike has needed ALL of its pages taped back in, and Naughty Little Monkey's is still holding but is starting to tear at the bottom. I don't know how many kids these books can handle.

Needless to say she LOVES animals. Every time we see a dog she points at it and says "woof, woooooof, calk-lll." I don't know why all animals say calckle at the end but most do. Anyway, this week is the Boulder County Fair, and what a perfect opportunity to get get some animal loving in. One because it is free entry and two there are tons of animals.

My normal trips to the fair, don't include much livestock time, but we saw pigs, goats, sheep, cows, chickens, and turkeys. She didn't think the pigs were interesting though she did try to pet one and it snorted at her and she was soooo not impressed by that. She was all about the goats and sheep. I think she would have petted them all day long. I didn't know whether or not it was okay in the 4-H barns, but she definitely got some one-on-one petting time at the free petting zoo. Also, turns out you can pet all the 4-H animals too, so I will be braver about that next time. Anyway, the cows were not as cool as her Grandpa's, but she loved the little ones, and wanted to climb through the bars to chase down the ones that were the size of regular calves. As for chickens and turkeys she was pretty afraid of them, and rightfully so they are mean. (can you tell I am not a fan of those either). Little One walked the whole fair, or pretty much I carried her like 3 times and only for about 1 minute each time. She was a trooper. She LOVED it though. We spent a good 2 hours there and if she weren't hungry I don't know that I could have convinced her to leave that place. Here are some pics of what we saw and did.

Goat #1. She would give it a tap pet thing and then go back to the other and do the same thing, back and forth, back and forth. Oh man, she LOVED it.

Here goat lick my hand. I love it when you slobber all over it. She loves when things lick her, and then she doesn't understand why I wont let her put her hands in her mouth. Oh man. I think she like the licking because I think its gross.

There was also two sheep but this is the only one I got her petting. She love petting them and luckily they just sat there and let her pet and tap them to her little hearts content.

This is kind of a bad pic because she really did love this mini-horse. She stood right next to it and stroked it really nice. 

These are the little calves that she tried rushing after so she could pet them through the cage. They ran away from her and she was not happy. She couldn't understand why they didn't just stand there.

This is a kiddy pool full of beans and corn. She loved playing it. She was so made when I told her we needed to go. Oh man, although not her worst it is still never fun to have her screaming like something just bit her. Anyway, she loved shoveling that stuff and filling her bucket.

This is us after the fair. I wanted to document that we did this together and that we actually went. Just as a side note, we are both wearing pigtails. Hers were so cute. Mine were cute too.

All that fun leads to one tired baby. This was about two minutes after we got in the car to go home. She was out and didn't want to wake up when we got home.

Its kind of hard to tell but in her hand are 2 rocks that she picked up in the parking lot as we were leaving. She would not let them go even while washing her hands, so they had to be washed too. Which turned out good because she wanted them during lunch and they touched her food, and she had to have them all the time. That is until they sneakily got thrown away with her bread crusts. Oooops :)

We had a great time and the fair and I am so glad we were able to go. I wish Gaupo could have come, but between school and work he doesn't have a whole lot of time. Plus last weekend, and this weekend he has big assignments due, so maybe we will go back, but if not she saw everything at least once. Also, Guapo only has 3 more Saturdays and then he will hopefully be done with his Master's WAHOOOOOO!!! 

Preggy Pics

So, I know that everyone has been absolutely dying to see my baby bump. (JK) Anyway, I finally have one and my husband even says I do, so that means it is not just Adventure Girl being silly. Either way, I was excited for week 20 of pregnancy to roll around because I wanted to know how I compared size wise between between pregnancy 1 and 2. I didn't take a whole lot of pictures while pregnant but I did at 20ish weeks so here are the pics. 

20 Weeks with Little Two

20 Weeks with Little One