On being humbled 31/May/2011

A letter came in the mail today. I was reminded about a generation so much greater than ours. While we are sending emails, incapable of being bothered by the post-office, my Great Aunt Marcy sent my son a card for his 4th birthday. It’s not just a card this time, it’s a reminder. When she lost her husband of 50 years I couldn’t be bothered to send a single thing while she, in return, never once forgets a birthday of her great, great grandnephew. I couldn’t bear to open the... Read more

My son is four today. I’m officially 48 months postpartum. See also: WTF and HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? 20/May/2011

Baby O,

Last night as you were falling asleep, you could barely keep your eyes open (much like your mother after 9pm on two glasses of wine) and you asked for your story. “You want to know about the day you were born?”

First day of school 2011

Your eyes lit up and you stuck your tongue out in that way you do when you get... Read more

Noise 17/May/2011

My Grandfather was an electrician in a mill. He often explained his lack of hearing from years of being around loud machines. “GRANDPA! TURN DOWN THE TEE VEE!” He would wave a hand in our direction, mutter something completely incomprehensible and turn the volume on the TV up.

Last weekend a friend of mine spoke of reducing the noise in his life. As a single man who enjoys many activities outside the computer, I thought it was a strange, though admirable, statement. So often the level of noise in my life is beyond was I can tolerate. Children whining and needing... Read more

The Future of Web and Visions of Equality 16/May/2011

For years I’ve been a minority in our field. In graduate school I was one of two females. The program pushed Java but I studied PHP and my co-female-student studied XML. Why is that? Why would the two women select another language than the standard object oriented fare served to the students? Is it possible there is a feminine friendly language that helps retain women in computer science?

This is the future of our field. The is the future of the web. Bringing technology, the joy of development, the art of mobile application development: these are the true places women can... Read more

On Motherhood 14/May/2011

Six Mothers’ Days.

Two children.

Thirty-five years of life.

Nine years of marriage.

856 diapers.

52 throw up accidents.

4,329,784 whiny complaints.

89 wet sheets. 610 school lunches.

423 sleepless nights.

One homemade card.

LB portrait

Bliss.

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But maybe I can be your sunshine? 06/May/2011

He watches the truck with a camper pass us on the road. “I wanna go camping again. Are we EVER going to go camping again?” My three year old is a drama queen sometimes. I laugh. “Yes, we’ll go camping, I promise. We’ll go when it gets sunny again.”

“It’s NEVER going to be sunny again!” He whines. He also loves to whine.

“Oh, it will,” I assure him, “Probably July 5th.” The classic NorthWest joke doesn’t mean anything to him.

“Hey, I’m wearing yellow! Maybe I can be your... Read more

Evaluation 03/May/2011

“She is very bright. Intelligent and creative; loving and kind. She seems to be a natural in math and science but her artistic abilities and imagination give her a great balance. She’s very social. She is unaware of the politics of other girls in her grade. She is a tender soul who can not sit still.

She has trouble focusing and might need some work in this area. She is often tired in the afternoon. She seems young for her age.

Overall she is a joy to work with. While she is a bit bouncy and can have difficult finishing a task before starting another, making her... Read more

On being S.A.D. 02/May/2011

rain

The heat kicks back on and I know it won’t warm me. The walk to the car will be wet and cold. I wear a layer of my body like an extra coat of energy, just waiting, hoping to be used. I drink another cup of coffee and turn the heat as high as I can while I drive.  I will struggle with children, putting coats and hoods and boots on and splashing back to the car again. The effort nearly crushes me.

It is May. The realization... Read more