Whirlwind

It has been a crazy couple of days. On Saturday I got a call about a job that I submitted my resume to before Christmas, and she wanted to interview me in Seattle on Monday afternoon. (The job would be in Bellingham, though) So as I was getting geared up for the interview on Sunday night, my friend's water broke. We had agreed to take their little girl when she went into labor, but she was a week early and was going to watch Montana while I went to Seattle. So, needless to say, I didn't have a babysitter and we had an extra kid! I had a brief moment of panic, but as always...things totally worked out. Aaron got his shift covered at the coffee shop in one phone call, so he got to be Mr. Mom to 2 little girls while I drove to Seattle. Thankfully I gave myself a bit of extra time because there was a terrible accident on the way, and I sat on the highway for about 30 minutes. I made it to the interview only a few minutes late. The interview went well and I should find out in the next week or so if I got it. I arrived home last night right in time for our Monday night biblestudy to begin. Whew. What a day.
Right now, Montana is asleep and Elena is back with her parents and new baby sister, and I have a few minutes to breathe and process.

I am overwhelmed by how quickly things can change...one minute you are not thinking about a job and the next you have a job interview. One minute you are pregnant and the next you are holding a brand new baby. It is a good reminder that nothing is permanent whether good or bad. It just is. God's timing is always better than my timing even though I often think my timing is best. Why haven't I learned THAT one yet? Just when I think life is going in a certain direction it changes. I am so grateful and thrilled for this possibility to start counseling again, yet so scared at the same time. Will I know what to do and what to say as a therapist? Will I be able to help my clients make positive change? Will I have time for the things I do now? Will Montana miss me?

As my mom always reminds me...one day at a time. So for now, I'm going to enjoy this quiet afternoon at home with Montana. The Washington weather is back after a long, good stretch of sunshine. A good afternoon cuddle on the couch reading some books never sounded so good. Life will be what it is, why stress myself out now with the "what ifs" I can't answer.

USA

We couldn't resist. It just sounds so funny coming from the mouth of a 2 yr old.

Olympics

You know what I love about the Olympics?

The human spirit that embodies the games.

I love watching the events, hearing the stories of the athletes, watching some succeed and others fall. I love the way the world feels united for 2 weeks and stands behind the country of Georgia in the tragic death of the young Luger.

The Olympics gives us something to gather around and connect over. And it is pretty darn cool that it is all taking place about 1 hour from where I live.

Yesterday we decided last minute to head into Vancouver. I have been swearing that I would avoid Canada for the month of February, but after watching the opening ceremonies and a few random events, I HAD to go. We decided to try to drive into the city and if we found parking, great, if not, we would just drive and soak in the human spirit. We drove by the torch (amazing!) and found street parking 2 blocks away (even more amazing!) Aaron, Montana and I walked around near the torch, enjoyed the people watching, tried to capture some pictures of the Olympic torch, saw a USA gold medalist (Hannah Kearney, freestyle skier), and resisted purchasing Canadian paraphernalia. Speaking of Canadians...I have never seen so many Canadian flags, hats, mittens, shirts, baby clothes in one place...it's awesome. It was so easy to get in and out of the city. I was so thrilled to soak up some Olympic Human Spirit in person. And plus the weather was marvelous, and now I can say that I wore my chacos to the winter Olympics.

For Emily

I was talking to my sister today and she told me that I needed to post some more pictures of Montana...so here you go, Em!!
Montana gets to be more of a ham as the days go by. (Perhaps she is taking after auntie Emily??) We just joined a "mommy and me" dance class at the coffeehouse where Aaron works and she loves it. We are working on listening to instructions instead of just running around...but it's alot of fun. She still loves dressing up and is very opinionated about what she wears in the morning. I thoroughly enjoy her (well except for the days I finally break down and go dig the brown and pink polka-dot skirt out of the hamper because she refuses to wear anything else and we've got to be somewhere in 15 minutes). :)