A Full Account

I've been blogging on myspace since 2004, but just opened a blogger account earlier this year. I spent all afternoon and into the early evening transfering all of my posts from myspace to this account.

Much Better.

One is still missing, but I'll add it in when I have the mac to transfer pictures. It's been fun glancing at things I'd forgotten. I started blogging right after I got married - so much has happened! I am a bit embarassed at how often I start my posts with "So." I love having a record of the last 4.5 years.


I fancy myself a woman of whimsy.

(It should be noted that up until recently there was a small war inside my head when it came to identifying myself as "woman." I generally stuck to girl or gal.)

The other day I was in the company of two friends. Cora was doing something silly, and Friend One said, "I can't believe how much she's laughing." Friend Two said, "She's goofy like her mother."

That was probably one of the biggest compliments I've ever received.

I let them in on a secret. There were two things I prayed for before Cora was born. They weren't necessities for love or anything, but just random requests. One: "It would be okay if she has chubby cheeks." Check. Two: "It would be okay if she's a little weird like me."



Jake: (sitting on the opposite side of the couch studying vocab) What are you checking out?

BrieAnn: Blogs

Jake: (excitedly and almost in my lap) DOGS!?!?

BrieAnn: (staring at Jake) B-logs

Jake: (sinking back to his spot): oh.

A Bit of my Day

There are times when you stumble upon something that unexpectedly takes your breath away.

Today was such an occasion.

I went to the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum for play group (Admission is free on Wednesday through November 19th). I'd looked up some of the exhibits and saw "Craft in America." I was really excited to see it, but had no idea how amazing it would be.

I was instantly greeted by a wooden double rocker. It was a warm piece. Almost like sun peaking through the clouds of this rainy fall day. It brought all of my senses to a heightened state. The entire exhibit is a mixture of old and new. Quilts on walls near metal works. I love things that a are handmade. There is an extra bit of life about them. There was also a tapestry that I couldn't take my eyes off of.

Two red roses have grown up in front of the moon.

I close my eyes and imagine a woman sitting in a chair, a rocking chair, made of smooth wood. She has done plenty of needlepoint before, but this time it means something more. She's rocking, thinking about her day, savoring this quiet moment. She enjoys the night for this reason - it becomes her time. Her image comes to life one stick and pull at a time.

A Decision Made

Last last week, my old principal/boss called and offered me an English teaching position. The hours were great. I could have had my planning period at the end of the day, and I didn't have to do my planning at work, so I could have been off at 12:35. Not bad.

And I considered it.

For a week I went back and forth over pros and cons...

and prayed.

I definitely loved teaching. I returned a projector to Northwest Classen about a month ago. As I was walking up to the main entrance I did have a few tears in my eyes. I felt so glad I had a good excuse to stop by. Cora was on my hip. I miss the students, and listening to their ideas and sharing new ones with them. The wheels would start turning and important points of conversation would fill the room. I miss the interaction with so many different personalities. Most of my thoughts of teaching came when Cora was sleeping. Then she would wake up.

And I couldn't stand the idea of not being there to see that toothy smile.

Needless to say, I will not be returning to the classroom, not outside of my living room anyway. It was a way bigger deal before I officially said no. I was flattered to receive the offer. It was nice to feel wanted/needed in my "professional" life. But when it comes down to it, that flattery pales in comparison to the way I feel when two tiny hands attached to two tiny arms are reaching out in my direction.

...or wet kisses on my cheek
...splishy splashy bath time
...singing lullabies and watching heavy eyes close
...coded conversation
...trips to the park
...bird watching
...new food expressions
...army crawling
...10:00 AM and 2:00 PM nap times
...lovey dove-in' on someone who always thinks I'm great.

Rooty Toot Toot

Cora has been dabbling in "real" food for about a week now.

So far she has had rice cereal, which she doesn't really care for,
bananas, grapes, strawberries, sweet potatoes, and a bit of honey dew.

She doesn't like eating from a spoon so much, she'd rather feed herself. Yesterday when we were eating bananas, I had a bowl.

She had a bowl.

I would eat, she would watch, and then she would dig into her bowl. I actually did the feeding, but she got to take advantage of the texture. It worked so much better than her first banana experience.

That involved a whole lot of gagging.

I exclusively breastfed until she was 7.5 months old. I appreciate the intuitiveness that comes with being a mother and knowing my child. It's a bit empowering to not follow everything "the books" suggest. I love picking up on her ques. She's my little partner. It might go back to how I felt when I was in the hospital for a few weeks before I had her. She became really real to me then, she was my only focus. We were a team in making sure she got here safely - I enjoyed falling asleep to her heart beat.

Breastfed babies are totally decent in the diaper area. Not very smelly - something like vinegar. Honey-like consistency. Did I mention not very smelly?

Add just a little bit of food...

It started with her toots. Phew. You know the smell when bean residue that has dried gets wet again? It's something like that. And it lingers. This morning was her first poop with a fair amount of solids. Thicker than honey. Thicker than gravy. Not sure yet.


Really smelly.


Our Palin Names

Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator

BrieAnn: Nam Guadalupe Palin

Jake: Flack Gobbler Palin

Cora: Krinkle Bearcat Palin


Thanks, Tori.

8 T.V. Shows I Love To Watch
***I don't have cable***
1. Sunday Morning
2. Nightly News with Brian Williams
3. PBS Specials
4. Criminal Minds
5. The Office
6. Today Show - Not with Hoda Kotb and Kathie Lee.
7. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
8. Just about any design/cooking show

8 Things that Happened Yesterday
1. I made pumpkin cheesecake for the first time
2. I went to Pumpkin Bonanza
3. I carved a pumpkin
4. I talked to Bonny's 10 week old inutero baby.
5. I laid Cora in her crib when she fell asleep for the night. She was still in her crib at 7 AM this morning. It was her first all-nighter.
6. I was carried to bed by Jake
7. I got a bruise on my elbow from running into a doorway while being carried to bed.
8. I turned down a job offer.

8 Favorite Places to Eat
1. My mom's house.
2. My house.
3. Ortiz's Taco Shop
4. Christy's Donuts
5. OB People's Market
6. Sprout's
7. Sauced
8. Ironstarr

8 Things I Look Forward To:
1. Morning
2. Seeing mi familia
3. New ideas
4. Cora's smile when she wakes up.
5. Driving
6. Live music
7. Church
8. The changing of seasons

8 Things on My Wish List
1. Organization
2. To end up at a good school in a good location.
3. I'd like to get in shape
4. Cora's happiness
5. Inspiration
6. A farm
7. Never to worry
8. More trees

8 People I tag (in case you don't know what "tagged" means it indicates that you will post a blog with your own list of all these '8 things':


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