Sunday, May 31, 2009

Graduation Day

Recap of the last 9 years:
July 2000- Andrew and I meet and start attending BYU that fall
June 2001- we get married
May 2004- we graduate from BYU
Sept. 2004- Andrew begins his masters’ program at American University
May 2006- Andrew graduates from AU
Sept. 2006- Andrew begins his second masters' degree at Johns Hopkins
May 2009- Andrew graduates from JHU

Of course some other major events occurred, but the point is, Andrew has been in school for (count em) 9 straight years.

Last Friday was Andrew’s graduation from Johns Hopkins University. I don’t think I realized how proud I have been until I watched him walk across the stage to receive this last diploma. When we graduated from BYU I was too busy being proud of myself to even give Andrew much thought. He chose not attend his AU graduation, so there really wasn’t much closure or reflection there. But this graduation seemed different- mostly because it will be his last and there seemed to be some finality to it all, like a huge chapter in our lives has been closed.

Based off of my observations, I would say that this is the degree Andrew has enjoyed the most. The late nights have been hard, but the course work interesting (at least to him) and relevant to his work. There were many occasions where he would come home and excitedly try to explain things like “credit derivatives” to me (if there ever was a lost cause, this would have been it).

Although I was simply a bystander during this whole schooling process, it feels good to have Andrew done. Both of our parents were able to attend the graduation, along with his brother Peter and our children. The biggest sacrifice of the day came from Sammy who had to miss his own preschool graduation on account of his father's graduation (I'm joking about the sacrifice part). It really was a lovely graduation, and again, Congratulations Andrew!









Saturday, May 16, 2009

Alms for the Poor?

Late last night it finally hit me- we are homeless! Before people start sending us money, let me clarify, we are now living with Andrew' parents so technically we have a home- just not a home of our own.

Let's back track...

When we accepted an offer on our condo in March we scheduled our settlement date for mid-May. Six weeks would be plenty of time for us to buy a home, right? WRONG! Finding the home we may potentially spend the rest of our lives in is taking a little bit longer than we anticipated. And to think we thought this would be easy!

Luckily, Andrew's parents only live 5 minutes away and have plenty of space to comfortably accommodate our family. They made it clear from the beginning that if we did not find a home by the time our condo sold we could move in with them. This knowledge saved us from multiple stomach ulcers and premature aging. We are extremely grateful to have such generous parents who have welcomed us with open arms.

During this past week I have experienced a broad range of emotions. As I was packing up our condo I was feeling extremely nostalgic. Sam was just a year and a half when we moved in and since then we have welcomed two more babies. Its where we have raised our children for the past four years, so of course there are countess memories associated with it. It has been such a simple and happy time of our lives.

I've also felt extremely panicked. Are we ready for the responsibilities and baggage that come with a house? Then of course there is the looming question... where on earth (well at least in Montgomery County) are we going to live?!?!?

But mostly, I've been feeling excitement. As much as we have loved our condo it is time to move on. I was excited yesterday thinking that it would be the last time that I would have to lug my children up 3 flights of stairs. Basically, I think I'm excited to start the next phase of our lives.

So, farewell condo, and thanks for the memories!






Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Brotherly Love

Lately we've been noticing Luke (who is 3) acting extremely overprotective of Sam (who is 5). For example, a few nights back Sam kept throwing his quilt around during bedtime, so I came in and took it away from him. As I walked out of the room Luke started crying, "But you can't take it! Sam NEEDS it to go to sleep!" His little plea made me almost want to give it back to Sam.

Another example- early this morning Sam did something (I'm not sure what) that made Luke run out of his room in tears. I gave Sam a time out and then I went to comfort Luke. He was pretty worked up, but as soon as I told him he could watch a cartoon (so I could shower, of course) he immediately stopped crying and said "Oh! I need to tell Sam!" My response, "No, he needs to have a timeout." Luke ignored me anyway and ran away yelling "Sammy! It's cartoon time!" I just stood there shaking my head saying, "I don't understand!" Wasn't Sam the cause of Luke's anguish not one minute earlier?

While I still maintain that kids can be extremely selfish (Who cares if you are putting the baby to bed... "I want a snack NOW!"), I am amazed at their ability to forgive and forget. Grudges simply don't exists in the world of those under the age of ___ (you fill in the blank- I don't know the answer to this statement yet). Although difficult at times, it has been a pleasure watching my boys grow up together. They continually conspire together ("You can do it! Mom's not coming!"), play strange games ("First you knock me down, then attack me and then you steal the ball. That's how the game goes."), and are best buds. Hopefully no matter what life throws at these two they are always able to work it out and remain close friends.