*yawn*

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Today is just a day like any other. You know, Evelyn took a couple of really good naps. I watched daytime television while I took care of a little laundry. I improvised and made a homemade beef stew for dinner (strangely, it is the hottest week of the entire year, perhaps the hottest week in the last five years, and I have made soup twice so far and it's just Wednesday.) In the afternoon, I puttered around in my sewing room/dining room, cutting out fabric for future projects. Then I took a break from all of that, checked on the baby, and then called to quit my job.

!!!

I quit my job! Eeek!

Despite all of the complaints about the fact that I had to go there all the time, I really do like my job. Did like, anyway. It was interesting, I felt like I was working for an agency that did something that mattered (the state retirement system) and most of all, I love my co-workers. And yet, I have been dreading going back to work because I cannot bear the thought of putting Evelyn in daycare right now. I know that I would get used to it, and that daycare wouldn't make me a bad parent--I know excellent parents who work outside the home. I have always wanted to stay home with my babies, though, and it broke my heart that it wouldn't be financially possible.

But then we won the lottery!

Okay, no. That was a total lie but wouldn't it be a great story?

The truth is just that I started doing the math last week, and when I had written down all of our income and expenses, M and I looked at it together... and decided that we can do it after all. At least, we should be just fine for an extended period of time--we think it'll be easier for me to go back to work when she's a bit older, and when I don't have to envision her just laying listlessly in her crib all day. How long is an extended period? Dunno, really. We're talking about a year or two or maybe longer. If something expensive happens, it may be less than that. It will involve some financial sacrifices, but, as we're big dorks, we're kind of looking forward to that part, though it will be hard at times. What it comes down to, though, is that there are some things that are worth much more than money. She will only be little once, and I am so unbelievably happy that I'll be right there for all of it.

And that I won't have to pump.

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[georgiamars.livejournal.com]

I finally am comfortable with the name Violet. Now it just is a part of her, but in the beginning it felt weird to say. (It was Petter's mormors name.) Although she is more like a "Blueberry", as she has blueberry colored eyes.