Manual labor

I've been slowly but surely converting Turing's old blog entries into Blogger entries. I've gotten through the hand coded ones (two months) and will soon start the other ones. Turing sure was cute. Good thing we get all lazy about taking pictures after that first flurry, so the next two years shouldn't be too painful to do by hand.

I'm really liking the new camera we bought - it takes nice pictures and video all in one! go us!

I'm also really liking the sewing machine. I'm almost done quilting Huxley's baby quilt and I'm having issues because it is too fast and my lines aren't particularly straight. I'm riding on no one else looking at it as closely as I will . . . but it is smooth and fun to use and is doing some cool detailing that I would not have done with the old one.

In other spending, I bought new glasses today. My vision took another hit with another baby. I'm keeping my boring professional frames with new lenses and I got myself some crazy new frames. I almost chickened out and just got hipster glasses (nicely designed, kinda crazy color scheme, but not crazy) and then decided that if I'm getting myself a fun crazy pair of glasses, I should get the crazy ones. Go me!

Since I've been going through the old pictures, I've been going through the old pictures. It turns out we used to be young and thin. Oh, dear, that now makes us . . .


I've made it to the bring-your-kids-class at the gym down the street once a week for the last two weeks. It is good for me to get some proper strength training (though it is a fine line between working hard enough to work and working too hard and then struggling to haul small children the next day) and have someone encouraging me along. I think it is also good for Turing to see other kids as he is clueless about how to interact. It isn't that the other kids play together all that much, but they kind of stick together using some sort of dynamic pack decisions and imitate each other a bit. Turing sits across the room and stares for ten minutes before getting anywhere close to them. I would avoid little kids, too, because they can be jerks, but I suspect the exposure is probably good for him at this point. At least once a week.

This isn't to say that I'm much more social during the gym visits. I see the opportunity to jump into conversation, and then I just ignore it. Ha.

I've also hit my working groove. I'm fitting work in around my life instead of life around my work and I'm actually getting things done. One paper went out to a coauthor today, I'm going to put together my first lecture this weekend, I've farmed out a bunch of lectures on other people (which is like getting work done!) . . . I am actually focused when I work. Go me!