New job...

The encouraging phone call translated in to new job.  I now have an impressive sounding title, a whole lot more responsibility, and not that much more pay.  But hey, I no longer have to go back and forth from Wisconsin. 

I do miss some of my old office folks though.  The new job has an interesting mix of high school graduates, and Phd's.  I'm one of the few odd professionals out.  It makes for interesting conversations at the water cooler.  Although I'm getting a whole new repertoire of bad jokes - As in - Did you hear about the cannibal who passed his mother in the woods?  Get it?  ...

I can't say I dislike it.  There's been a big adjustment, but the fellas I work with (it's always fellas) have been helpful, for the most part.  As my momma puts it - B's new job is pretty high level, and somewhat stressful...  I think I wanted the responsibility?  

Baby boy is almost 15 months old.  He is walking well, sorta talking, and still generally awesome.  In the mornings, he wakes up and tackles me.  It's one of my favorite things ever.  His eyes are still blue, and his giggle is well, even better than his tackle. 

The honey and I have been discussing theoretical second baby lately.  After baby boy was born, my Dr. told us not to think about it till he was 18 months old.  That's only three months away!  It's a scary prospect.  Baby boy is wonderful, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.  But the idea of second kiddo is somehow more frightening.  It's like all of a sudden we should get a dog and a white picket fence to go along with our prospective brood, and we're not white picket fence kind of people.  Don't freak out here readers - we haven't bought a mini-van yet. To be brutally honest, I'm not sure that second baby is on the horizon.  It's been hard enough for me to work full time with one.  I keep thinking that being a working mom will get easier each day I pack up and head to the office, but I'll be honest.  It hasn't  I hate leaving him every day, even though my mom is the one watching him.  I just keep thinking I've failed as a momma, even though I finally have the job title I thought I wanted.