Saturday, July 27, 2013

Will, July 2013

 
What Will is up to these days:
 
-Crawling everywhere
-Pulling up on everything
-Putting every.single.thing. in his mouth
-Drooling. Oh my goodness, drooling.
-Squealing loudly and loving the sound of his own voice
-Smiling and laughing a lot
-Not napping
-Playing in his crib for hours during naptime
-Hating getting his diaper or clothes changed (b/c it means he has to sit still)
-Loving stroller rides
-Loving when daddy gets home and throws him around
-Loving food of all kinds (except for baby food, which he is already refusing)
-Removing all kitchen utensils from the drawer he is allowed to play in and then crawling around with the utensil of his choice (often a big spoon)

 
 


The memory is not complete without a picture of the drool

 
We had to say goodbye to our wonderful nanny Shelly this month

Fourth of July in Lowe's

He started standing up in his crib

New favorite activity: Pulling all of the utensils out of the kitchen drawer

Notice the ice cream scooper in his hand.
A souvenir from his time in the kitchen drawer. 

Gma and Gpa sent all of us to dinner to honor mom's birthday.
July was the first date we all had free. We went to Fujisan (just like Kanki)

Japanese steakhouse

Other favorite activity: Rummaging through the pantry


Here he is with his favorite spoon from the kitchen drawer.
Don't be fooled: yes, he's lying down... but not for long!


He just started holding his own bottle. Maybe he would have
 done it sooner, but giving him his bottle is the
 only time I get to hold him these days!

Mommy went to the Kids' Consignment sale and bought
me my first dump truck (and there are legos in the back, yay)!
 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

A picture = 1000 words

Aunt Susan, Aunt Melissa, Mom, and me at my baby shower at
Diane Youmans' house in Aug 2012 (about one year ago)

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Early pics of the Raleigh mountain house

We're just beginning the process of making the new land our own. The previous owner was a widowed man who was a do-it-yourselfer. He turned his house into a literal maze of rooms, stairways, twists, and turns. In time we intend to tear down the existing house and many of the other existing structures on the property. We just finished the process of working with an architect to design a house we'd like to build on one of the open fields. The next step is to shop it around to builders. Logan Bristow and his guys went last week and did a lot of clean up.
Here are some "before" pictures.

Playhouse (We had this torn down b/c it wasn't structurally sound.)

Gazebo (We had this torn down, too)



Dance barn

Storage hut

House


Driveway

Driveway

Entrance

One of the open fields

Carport

Stairs to dance barn

Inside dance barn

Inside horse barn

Horse barn (still with the previous owner's horses)

Back end of property

Back end of property

Outhouse




Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Stumbling upon ten acres

In early May, Ryan and I signed the dotted line on 10.3 acres of property in Wake County, about 7 minutes from our townhouse if you hit it right. I'll probably forever say that we "stumbled upon" it, which is really the truth. Ryan was looking online to see where a friend had recently moved when he noticed this land on an aerial map. Forever curious, he drove out to see it for himself. I could say the rest is history, but that wouldn't give credit where it's due.
Ryan took me to see the land, which had a house on it, a dance barn, a horse farm, large indoor and outdoor storage units, trees galore, and three open fields you could play football on. I literally thought he was crazy. I thought he was so crazy that I didn't even fight him on it. I figured I was being a good wife by letting him dream. A few weeks went by, and Ryan was still talking about this property. He had been doing research on it, talking to both realtors and to banks. I finally asked him one night if he was really serious. I don't remember how long it took me to get on board. I went from indulging my husband to incredulous to resigned to afraid to excited.
So, as often as we might say we stumbled upon this land, we only mean we weren't looking for it when we found it. My persistent husband worked hard in more ways than one to make it happen.


The day we signed the dotted line

 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

I've Been Moved (IBM)

I well remember my interview for a co-op position at IBM. It was in the satellite building off of Chin Page Road. I had driven the route with Dad at least twice before the day of the interview to make sure I knew where I was going. Jim Coughlin was at the other side of the enormous wooden desk that was way too big for the small room we were in. The scene and my emotions were betrayed by Jim's unbelievable softness and kindness. Not long after that day, I got an offer in the mail that made my eyes bulge. Co-ops were paid for every credit hour they had taken, and the pay knocked the Baby Sweet Pea money I earned the previous summer out of the park.

I can only find a picture of the back of
Jeff's head.
There were several short times when I was at IBM that Jeff Jenkins was not my manager, but my memory will forever associate him as boss. The Lord's provision was abundant in putting me under Jeff's watch. He and his wife had just had a baby girl when Jeff started as our manager. Jeff was kind. He was your friend, he'd talk openly about IBM and the things he liked and didn't like. He put safety nets around his employees. He had a fierce loyalty to us, and while he pushed me to do things I never would have volunteered to do, he never let me fail. Words aren't sufficient to describe the Lord's kindness shown to me in Jeff.

When I first started at developerWorks, most people worked three days in the office and two at home. Throughout my career, this balance gradually tipped in the other direction, and by the end, I was at home full time. The work-at-home thing never lost its awesomeness. It was one of the best things about the job.
I started off sharing an office with Steve Luyendyk, who was so much cooler than me. And then Denise Ruterbories, who was my loving mother hen throughout my career. Sera Lewis trained me as a co-op. Her, tall, with thick, curly red hair. Far different from me in her outlook on life (just like Steve and so many others), and I'm thankful the Lord had us rub shoulders for a time. My first big project was setting up the new Power Architecture zone on developerWorks with Nora Mikes. I'll never meet another person like Nora as long as I live. She was a freelancer. Although she could have gotten a job at IBM many times, she was not the type to work for a corporation. You could not reign Nora in even if you tried. She bore with my newness and youth in ways that I look back on in amazement. She was in Buffalo, New York, the whole time we worked together. I saw her in person once when we travelled to a conference in California. She since moved to Prague with her husband Dushan and three kids, Amelia, Tony, and Max. I think about Nora sometimes and wonder how she is. She liked to talk to me about The Daily Show with John Stewart. I hadn't even heard of it at the time. She was liberal, free, highly opinionated, just like most everyone else I worked with at IBM.
After a few years, developerWorks moved to building 062 on IBM's main campus. I had an office across the hall from Jeff, and I put up UNC posters and newspaper clippings on my walls as décor and to annoy him. We had lots of fun over the years with the UNC-Duke rivalry and our own respective loyalties. I'll never forget the time I walked into my cube in the 500 complex (my last physical office space) and saw pictures of Coach K's face taped all over my walls.

Another big project I'll never forget is working with Bran Ganesan on business requirements for the big dW offerings. Bran challenged me, in more ways than one. He was smart, and he took me under his wing, and that's when I really started to become confident in my skills as an IBMer. Bran taught me lessons without trying. I'd set up team-wide meetings, and Bran, being Bran, would show up late because he was out to lunch, or another meeting ran over. I was left to man the phone call with a bunch of smart IBMers on the phone, and I prayed they couldn't hear the discomfort in my voice.
Working with Bran is what eventually led to my string of "1" PBC ratings and finally my promotion to Band 8. Usually a promotion is accompanied by a job change, so that's when I left Jeff Jenkins' nest and landed in Denise's. It wasn't a far flight. Denise was a friend. You could tell her anything. Your 1:1s with her consisted of more talk about your personal life than your work life. I was on Denise's team when I led the project I'm most proud of in my IBM career. As part of dW's simplification effort, I created an organization-wide business prioritization process. I was the ring leader of a small team of us (Jeff Lo, Anne Beville, Gary Hamilton), and I took our process on the road and met with managers up the chain and eventually every member of the developerWorks team. I led calls and hung up wondering who that really was who just did that. I was 7 months pregnant at the time, too.
Tori, me, Barb, Bran
On the heels of the Simplification project, in preparing for my maternity leave, I was determined to come back to work after Will was born and keep up my career. I liked it, and plenty of people did both. The Lord led us to the most wonderful nanny, who we lined up to keep Will for the 20 hours a week I was going to work when I came back. Will came, had colic, and then mom died. I did go back to work in January 2013, and Shelly kept Will. During my leave, I had been moved to Bill Innis' team, and along with a handful of others, was told that I had been "hand selected" to remain in IDR while the rest of developerWorks moved to Rational. This move is what the Lord ultimately used to direct my path out of IBM. I was tasked to work alongside Scott Laningham on video production, which I did. Scott was wonderful, but the job was not. The new team really never got off its feet. I started hearing layoff rumors, so I reached out to a friend. His response: "Are you okay with leaving the company? If so, sit tight." On June 12, I got the Sametime and the call from Bill, and he read me the script: "You have been selected to be part of IBM's resource action in efforts to streamline efficiency, etc. etc."
So here's the thing: There is no doubt in my mind that the Sovereign Lord directed my path in terms of leaving IBM. Ryan and I had been talking about it already. By the time we, Lord willing, had two kids, I would certainly not be able to keep up with IBM. When should I leave? At times I really wanted to leave, but how do you leave a well-paying, part-time, work-at-home job at IBM? And there was also the identity part of it for me. I liked being an IBMer and a mom. I didn't (and still don't) want to become the stereotyped stay-at-home mom. I envisioned sweat pants, blogging, and play dates. (And so, three weeks into it, I have in fact become that person. But I'm transitioning. I'll figure myself out of it in time.) Prior to the layoff rumors, Ryan and I met with a long-time IBMer friend over Chick-fil-a one morning to discuss my options. Among other things, he mentioned that I could always wait around for a layoff and then volunteer for it. That way, I'd get the best of both worlds because I'd get to be home full-time, and I'd get the six-month severance. That situation was going to be rare and hard to cook up, though.
Well, the Lord is in the business of rare and hard-to-cook-up situations because not two months after that conversation in Chick-fil-a, my name ended up on a list of layoffs, even without me volunteering. While they were widespread, I was one of just two on my team. My co-workers have been angry on my behalf. I've been telling them that I have no doubt that the Lord directed my path. And I know that's what He did. Why He would choose to be so good to me, I do not know. It humbles and terrifies me because this is the same Lord I rebel against every day. But, He has made my path straight and took away something that I would have had a hard time walking away from on my own. I will miss IBM. I will miss the feeling of being productive and of getting good reviews from managers and peers I respect. I will miss the interactions, and I will miss the identity that being an IBMer gave me. I'm going to miss a lot of things about my ten-year IBM career. I meet with Denise tomorrow to turn in my laptop and my badge. I'm sad about it, but I know underneath that the good Lord has directed my path in no uncertain way, and I'm so incredibly grateful for the wonderful ride it has been.


My baby shower hosted by IBM friends

Sunday, July 7, 2013

A little Anne Hardison

"The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. May the name of the Lord be praised."

The Lord took mom home when Will was three months old. Since then, as I've watched Will's personality develop, I like to think that the Lord left a little bit of Anne Hardison on this earth when He sent little Will down here. I don't mean the first three colicky months. His disposition then was the opposite of mom's. But when he hit four months, I was so thankful to realize that the times of endless crying and unhappiness were the opposite of his real personality, too.

Our favorite nursery worker at church described Will as "busy." I think that's apt. He is into everything. He never stops moving. Even in his sleep, when I look at the monitor, his hands are often moving, even when his body looks asleep. He loves a crowd. I used to worry when we had something planned for the afternoon and he wouldn't nap beforehand. But I've learned not to worry about that. Sleepy or not, Will rises to the occasion when other people are involved. He babbles and laughs and is content as long as there is action going on around him. Another apt word for Will is curious. I've heard Jan refer to Ryan this way, too, when he was a baby. His curiosity explains the endless movement. His eyes notice something, and he has to go explore it.

I love his personality, and it reminds me of  mom. When she was well, she loved a party, too. And she was often the life of the parties she went to. She was so funny. So many people have commented about the wonderful stories Christie shared at mom's memorial service: about putting rocks in the neighbor's bra while it hung on the clothesline to dry and moving an oriental floor rug from one room to the other in our house, even though on top of it stood furniture and a live Christmas tree. But it had to be done late one night before dad got home from a business trip. She was sure he wouldn't even notice.

I think she was too good, too funny, too kind, and too bright for the Lord to take her away completely. I like to think that's why He fashioned Will the way He did, with a little bit of Anne Hardison in him.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Will, June 2013

A rare find when we picked him up from the nursery
In Myrtle Beach with Edward Jones
First time riding in the grocery cart
9-month check up
In the tunnel at the toddler park with Grandma Jan