Here I was, complaining that my daughter had a fever of 102, and all she wanted to do was snuggle (so horrible!). And then I read this. That brought me down to Earth. Sooo incredibly scary. Things definitely could have been much worse...
Count your blessings, every day.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Burn Baby, Burn
Poor Charlotte has been sick.
When I picked Charlotte up from daycare on Thursday, Miss Linda reported that Charlotte had not been feeling well that day. She was sleeping more than usual and eating less. I was surprised because although Charlotte had had a slight cold the previous weekend, she seemed to be over it. Sure enough, that night I noticed that Charlotte had absolutely no energy. Usually, you can't turn around without her having rolled or creeped somewhere, but here she was, lying down on her stomach with barely enough energy to lift her head.
The next morning it was apparent from her red-hot skin that she had a fever. Chris took her temperature, which first registered 100 degrees and then 102.5 as the day wore on. When it was only 100 degrees, Chris called Linda to see if Charlotte could still go to daycare. Nope, anything above 99 point something warrants staying home. I called the advice nurse when it rose over 102, who, after hearing Charlotte's symptoms stated that a fever was not a bad thing. In fact, a fever meant that Charlotte's immunization system had kicked into gear and was trying to cook that virus out. Infant Tylenol seemed to work and Charlotte would start having more interest in toys, but then it would wear off and her energy level would plummet.
On Saturday, she seemed much better. Her fever had broken, she was all smiley, and we were hopeful the worst was over. Unfortunately, on Sunday afternoon Charlotte's fever came back with a vengeance. Charlotte was coughing a lot and after each series of coughs, she would whimper, presumably because it hurt so much to cough. She resumed lying on the floor with her head turned to her side. Chris went snowboarding on Sunday, but luckily our friend Angela came over to keep me company. This was a relief because the traffic was so bad that they didn't get back from the mountains until almost 9 o'clock.
Monday morning wasn't much better. Charlotte still had a fever of 102, but suddenly her breathing seemed rapid and raspy. I put another call into the advice nurse, who had me count Charlotte's breaths while she kept time. She told me I could A) wait until an 11:10 appointment with Charlotte's pediatrician or B) head to the emergency room if I thought things were getting bad. I decided for the former, at first. I took Charlotte into the bathroom and attempted to steam the snot out of her. She seemed to be nursing okay, but very listless. After the steam bath, I brought her into the computer room, where she lay on me, half-sleeping. But her breathing seemed really fast and inconsistent. I got worried. What I really wanted was an appointment with another pediatrician (any one!), but there were none available. So we quickly got dressed, put Charlotte in the car seat and off we went to the South Sacramento Kaiser hospital. I called the advice nurse yet again to see if another appointment was available, he listened to her symptoms again, conferred with an emergency room doctor, and advised us to take Charlotte into the emergency room.
Now, I work in health policy and know that the ER is the most expensive form of health care, so I really just wanted to get an earlier appointment with any doctor. But no, we went to the ER. We waited in the waiting room for about ten minutes, were called into the triage room, where they took her vitals. Temp still 102 and heartrate 155 (that's normal for a baby in the womb, but on the outside? I don't know! Seemed really high to me). Then they placed us in a room. Charlotte was upset and whimpering, and it seemed like forever until the ER doctor came in. His name seemed familiar, and I was pretty sure he ran against the incumbent congressman in California's third district in 2008, so after he checked out her breathing and ears, I pulled out the iPhone. Yep, I was right. He did run against the incumbent (obviously, I'm not listing their names here so as not to make Googling this page easy). Why would I even know this, you ask? Because he used to show up at anti-war rallies at my former employer. I've always said Sacramento is a small town.
Anyway, the ER doctor decided to order a chest x ray to rule out pneumonia. Poor Charlotte had to be strapped into what I can only describe as a medieval torture device. A plastic tube is cinched around her chest and her arms have to be over her head. I had to hold her hands up, while she cried and whimpered. The rationale is that it's the only way to get a quick, clear x ray of a baby, who generally never stops moving her arms.
Here's a picture I found to demonstrate:
The doctor didn't see any sign of pneumonia on the x ray, so we were discharged. Of course, by the time we left the ER, it was almost time for her appointment with her regular doctor. We went home and Charlotte proceeded to sleep for four hours straight. Although her cough still sounds horrible and causes her to cry, she's feeling much better and is back at daycare. I know we probably were those typical hysterical parents, but the advice nurses fueled our anxiety, and I've never seen Charlotte so listless. In any case, having the chest x ray did help ease our worries some.
Oh, and the one upside of Charlotte being sick? I got to cuddle with my baby more than usual. She normally never stops wriggling and squirming, so it was kind of nice to just have her lying on my chest, sleeping.
When I picked Charlotte up from daycare on Thursday, Miss Linda reported that Charlotte had not been feeling well that day. She was sleeping more than usual and eating less. I was surprised because although Charlotte had had a slight cold the previous weekend, she seemed to be over it. Sure enough, that night I noticed that Charlotte had absolutely no energy. Usually, you can't turn around without her having rolled or creeped somewhere, but here she was, lying down on her stomach with barely enough energy to lift her head.
The next morning it was apparent from her red-hot skin that she had a fever. Chris took her temperature, which first registered 100 degrees and then 102.5 as the day wore on. When it was only 100 degrees, Chris called Linda to see if Charlotte could still go to daycare. Nope, anything above 99 point something warrants staying home. I called the advice nurse when it rose over 102, who, after hearing Charlotte's symptoms stated that a fever was not a bad thing. In fact, a fever meant that Charlotte's immunization system had kicked into gear and was trying to cook that virus out. Infant Tylenol seemed to work and Charlotte would start having more interest in toys, but then it would wear off and her energy level would plummet.
On Saturday, she seemed much better. Her fever had broken, she was all smiley, and we were hopeful the worst was over. Unfortunately, on Sunday afternoon Charlotte's fever came back with a vengeance. Charlotte was coughing a lot and after each series of coughs, she would whimper, presumably because it hurt so much to cough. She resumed lying on the floor with her head turned to her side. Chris went snowboarding on Sunday, but luckily our friend Angela came over to keep me company. This was a relief because the traffic was so bad that they didn't get back from the mountains until almost 9 o'clock.
Monday morning wasn't much better. Charlotte still had a fever of 102, but suddenly her breathing seemed rapid and raspy. I put another call into the advice nurse, who had me count Charlotte's breaths while she kept time. She told me I could A) wait until an 11:10 appointment with Charlotte's pediatrician or B) head to the emergency room if I thought things were getting bad. I decided for the former, at first. I took Charlotte into the bathroom and attempted to steam the snot out of her. She seemed to be nursing okay, but very listless. After the steam bath, I brought her into the computer room, where she lay on me, half-sleeping. But her breathing seemed really fast and inconsistent. I got worried. What I really wanted was an appointment with another pediatrician (any one!), but there were none available. So we quickly got dressed, put Charlotte in the car seat and off we went to the South Sacramento Kaiser hospital. I called the advice nurse yet again to see if another appointment was available, he listened to her symptoms again, conferred with an emergency room doctor, and advised us to take Charlotte into the emergency room.
Now, I work in health policy and know that the ER is the most expensive form of health care, so I really just wanted to get an earlier appointment with any doctor. But no, we went to the ER. We waited in the waiting room for about ten minutes, were called into the triage room, where they took her vitals. Temp still 102 and heartrate 155 (that's normal for a baby in the womb, but on the outside? I don't know! Seemed really high to me). Then they placed us in a room. Charlotte was upset and whimpering, and it seemed like forever until the ER doctor came in. His name seemed familiar, and I was pretty sure he ran against the incumbent congressman in California's third district in 2008, so after he checked out her breathing and ears, I pulled out the iPhone. Yep, I was right. He did run against the incumbent (obviously, I'm not listing their names here so as not to make Googling this page easy). Why would I even know this, you ask? Because he used to show up at anti-war rallies at my former employer. I've always said Sacramento is a small town.
Anyway, the ER doctor decided to order a chest x ray to rule out pneumonia. Poor Charlotte had to be strapped into what I can only describe as a medieval torture device. A plastic tube is cinched around her chest and her arms have to be over her head. I had to hold her hands up, while she cried and whimpered. The rationale is that it's the only way to get a quick, clear x ray of a baby, who generally never stops moving her arms.
Here's a picture I found to demonstrate:
The doctor didn't see any sign of pneumonia on the x ray, so we were discharged. Of course, by the time we left the ER, it was almost time for her appointment with her regular doctor. We went home and Charlotte proceeded to sleep for four hours straight. Although her cough still sounds horrible and causes her to cry, she's feeling much better and is back at daycare. I know we probably were those typical hysterical parents, but the advice nurses fueled our anxiety, and I've never seen Charlotte so listless. In any case, having the chest x ray did help ease our worries some.
Oh, and the one upside of Charlotte being sick? I got to cuddle with my baby more than usual. She normally never stops wriggling and squirming, so it was kind of nice to just have her lying on my chest, sleeping.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Oh Hai
Oh Hai Everybody,
It's me, Charlotte. Mommy and Daddy call me very funny names like Hiccupotamus, Stinkapotamus, Punky Droolster, Punky D., Cutapotamus, basically anything with -potamus at the end. Did I tell you that I saw a real live Hippopotamus the other day? It was super cool with a huge head and crazy-big nostrils (ZOMG!). Its ears would flap up and down when he came out of the water. But what was really cool? The ducks that swam alongside the Hippopotame (hippopotamus in French!).
Anywayz, I wanted to show you my new shoes. Mommy got them for me. I think she's a little jealous that her shoes aren't purple and silver!
I also wanted to show you all how much I love taking a bath!
This seal is more fun than the hippopotame, but I won't say what it is in French because it sounds like a bad word.
Okay bye bye for now. I know my cheeks are nom nommable.
It's me, Charlotte. Mommy and Daddy call me very funny names like Hiccupotamus, Stinkapotamus, Punky Droolster, Punky D., Cutapotamus, basically anything with -potamus at the end. Did I tell you that I saw a real live Hippopotamus the other day? It was super cool with a huge head and crazy-big nostrils (ZOMG!). Its ears would flap up and down when he came out of the water. But what was really cool? The ducks that swam alongside the Hippopotame (hippopotamus in French!).
Anywayz, I wanted to show you my new shoes. Mommy got them for me. I think she's a little jealous that her shoes aren't purple and silver!
What are these strange things on my feet???
Purple-silver enhance!
I also wanted to show you all how much I love taking a bath!
This seal is more fun than the hippopotame, but I won't say what it is in French because it sounds like a bad word.
Okay bye bye for now. I know my cheeks are nom nommable.
Dear Charlotte,
You are seven months old today! I can hardly believe it. You continue to amaze us more and more each and every day. You’ve had a pretty eventful seventh month. You went from sitting wobbly while unsupported to sitting like a pro. You’ve learned how to crawl! I first noticed it on New Year’s Day. What a great trick to learn to ring in the New Year. You haven’t quite figured out that you can get places faster by lifting your stomach off the ground and getting up on your hands and knees, but I know you'll be there in no time. It's so cute to watch you crawl. You fixate on an object -- a ball, the newspaper, Tandy -- and with such determination you go for it.
Places You've Been this Month:
Fun Things You Do:
You are just such a sweet and happy little baby. I was just looking through your pictures over the past few months and can’t believe how much you’ve changed. Your hair is growing longer and filling in, and I don’t know what to do with it! I guess some barrettes are in order next since your hair is out of control! Also, where are those teeth of yours??? Everytime you're cranky or have trouble sleeping, we swear that you're getting those teeth. But no, they still remain just below the surface. Speaking of sleeping, you've been sleeping so well again -- 10 to 12 hours a night, and very rarely do we need to go in and put that pacifier back in because you find it yourself!
Overall, each day is just so much better now that you’re in it. I can’t wait to find out what your 8th month has in store for you.
Love,
Mommy
You are seven months old today! I can hardly believe it. You continue to amaze us more and more each and every day. You’ve had a pretty eventful seventh month. You went from sitting wobbly while unsupported to sitting like a pro. You’ve learned how to crawl! I first noticed it on New Year’s Day. What a great trick to learn to ring in the New Year. You haven’t quite figured out that you can get places faster by lifting your stomach off the ground and getting up on your hands and knees, but I know you'll be there in no time. It's so cute to watch you crawl. You fixate on an object -- a ball, the newspaper, Tandy -- and with such determination you go for it.
Places You've Been this Month:
- Chicago for Christmas – you’re quite the little traveler! Five roundtrip plane rides so far in your short life (and many more to go this year -- DC in February, St. Louis in May, and Hawaii in July). You enjoyed the snow and visiting with the Berry clan.
- San Diego for the Martin Luther King holiday – in San Diego, you went to your first trip to the zoo. We stood in line to see the new baby panda, and Daddy picked you up so you could see him better than from the stroller. It was so cute to watch you track the mama panda and laugh and smile. You also got to pet a goat! But don't worry, Auntie Kristen, we didn't let her hair anywhere near that goat's mouth. :)
Fun Things You Do:
- You continue to love eating solid foods. So far, everything we've tried has been a winner. Sometimes you're so hungry we can hardly get the food in your mouth fast enough!
- You've learned to grab the spoon and shove it in your mouth. This is funny, but makes feeding you a little difficult!
- I can sit you in front of my mirrored closet doors and you're so excited! You try holding hands with that baby in the mirror, but you can never quite grab her.
- One day, you, Daddy and I sat in front of the mirror together. Daddy and I raised our hands straight in the air. You watched us do it and then you raised your hand! It was pretty exciting.
- When we hold your hands, you pull yourself up to standing. You’ve been standing up while we hold you for a long time, but now we can see just how strong your little legs are!
You are just such a sweet and happy little baby. I was just looking through your pictures over the past few months and can’t believe how much you’ve changed. Your hair is growing longer and filling in, and I don’t know what to do with it! I guess some barrettes are in order next since your hair is out of control! Also, where are those teeth of yours??? Everytime you're cranky or have trouble sleeping, we swear that you're getting those teeth. But no, they still remain just below the surface. Speaking of sleeping, you've been sleeping so well again -- 10 to 12 hours a night, and very rarely do we need to go in and put that pacifier back in because you find it yourself!
Overall, each day is just so much better now that you’re in it. I can’t wait to find out what your 8th month has in store for you.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Is Anybody Out There??
Hi Friends,
This is a quick post. Apparently, today is "Official Blogger Delurking Day." I know that there are folks who read my blog, but don't comment! Today is your chance! And to steal an idea (and to sweeten the deal) from a blog that I've been lurking on (until today!), I'm going to donate $1 per comment to the local American Red Cross chapter to help victims of the earthquake in Haiti.
Did you know that Haiti is the world's oldest black republic? It won independence from France in 1804 (thank you history class on French colonialism in college!). It's also the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. The effects of the earthquake have been devastating due to the lack of infrastructure. The more I hear on NPR, the worse I feel and the more I want to help. They have no water, they have no hospitals in Port-au-Prince that are functioning. People have broken limbs (bones literally sticking out of their bodies) and Medicins Sans Frontiers (Doctors without Borders) can't do surgery.
Have I convinced you to comment yet? No?
Well, here's a very poor quality video of Charlotte army crawling on New Year's Day. We have better ones, but we're having technical difficulties downloading/uploading the videos. For now, you'll have to deal with my iPhone video.
Comment and I'll donate. I know I've had people read my blog from places like Berlin, Germany!
*Minimum of $25, I'll donate above that based on the comments!
**I realize that the publish date is for some reason yesterday, the 13th. Actual delurking day is today, the 14th. I'll make my cut off tomorrow night!
This is a quick post. Apparently, today is "Official Blogger Delurking Day." I know that there are folks who read my blog, but don't comment! Today is your chance! And to steal an idea (and to sweeten the deal) from a blog that I've been lurking on (until today!), I'm going to donate $1 per comment to the local American Red Cross chapter to help victims of the earthquake in Haiti.
Did you know that Haiti is the world's oldest black republic? It won independence from France in 1804 (thank you history class on French colonialism in college!). It's also the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. The effects of the earthquake have been devastating due to the lack of infrastructure. The more I hear on NPR, the worse I feel and the more I want to help. They have no water, they have no hospitals in Port-au-Prince that are functioning. People have broken limbs (bones literally sticking out of their bodies) and Medicins Sans Frontiers (Doctors without Borders) can't do surgery.
Have I convinced you to comment yet? No?
Well, here's a very poor quality video of Charlotte army crawling on New Year's Day. We have better ones, but we're having technical difficulties downloading/uploading the videos. For now, you'll have to deal with my iPhone video.
Comment and I'll donate. I know I've had people read my blog from places like Berlin, Germany!
*Minimum of $25, I'll donate above that based on the comments!
**I realize that the publish date is for some reason yesterday, the 13th. Actual delurking day is today, the 14th. I'll make my cut off tomorrow night!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
We Three Kings
So on Wednesday, I turned 29. Not really very noteworthy in of itself, apart from it being the last year of my 20s. However, my friend had her baby (a boy!) on the same day. I just had a feeling that Baby W would be born on my birthday. I'm, of course, thrilled.
I thought I'd take this opportunity to give this new bundle of joy some background on why January 6th is so cool (in my opinion). January 6th is actually a pretty important day for the religious among us. It's the Three Kings Day, the Epiphany, the Dia de los Reyes, the 12th Day of Christmas.* It's the day that the three wise men visited the baby Jesus in the manger, and bestowed upon him the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. In some cultures, particularly those that follow the Orthodox Church (Russia, Greece, Armenia), January 6th is more important than Christmas itself.
In France, it's customary to have a "Galette des Rois" (Kings Cake) on the Epiphany in which you bake a charm or a little plastic baby Jesus or even a been. Whoever gets the piece with the baby Jesus is king (or queen!) for the day. The cake is usually made with almond paste inside (yum!).
Anyway, it's always been a fun tradition for me. Congrats to Charlotte's newest friend. We can't wait to meet him.
*People often assume that the "Twelve Days of Christmas" refer to the 12 days before Christmas. In fact, Christmas is the first day and the 12th is January 6th, or Epiphany.
**Hey, let's also not forget that Rowan Atkinson, "Mr. Bean," also shares our birthday. He just turned 55.
I thought I'd take this opportunity to give this new bundle of joy some background on why January 6th is so cool (in my opinion). January 6th is actually a pretty important day for the religious among us. It's the Three Kings Day, the Epiphany, the Dia de los Reyes, the 12th Day of Christmas.* It's the day that the three wise men visited the baby Jesus in the manger, and bestowed upon him the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. In some cultures, particularly those that follow the Orthodox Church (Russia, Greece, Armenia), January 6th is more important than Christmas itself.
In France, it's customary to have a "Galette des Rois" (Kings Cake) on the Epiphany in which you bake a charm or a little plastic baby Jesus or even a been. Whoever gets the piece with the baby Jesus is king (or queen!) for the day. The cake is usually made with almond paste inside (yum!).
Anyway, it's always been a fun tradition for me. Congrats to Charlotte's newest friend. We can't wait to meet him.
*People often assume that the "Twelve Days of Christmas" refer to the 12 days before Christmas. In fact, Christmas is the first day and the 12th is January 6th, or Epiphany.
**Hey, let's also not forget that Rowan Atkinson, "Mr. Bean," also shares our birthday. He just turned 55.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Baby Talk
Before I had a baby of my own, I always rolled my eyes when I saw other parents speaking in "Baby Talk" to their babies.* I mean, Jeez, I would think, why can't they speak to them in a normal voice? How will they ever learn to speak normally when they're older?
That, of course, all changed when Charlotte was born. Suddenly, everything that came out of my mouth was "cutesy." Socks became "sockies," feet became "feeties," naps became "nappy-naps," etc. Because the fact is, Charlotte (and most babies, I imagine) responds a lot better when we speak in high-pitched, sing-songy voices.
And I'm not alone in this change in diction. Chris, too, has made the switch to Baby Speak. But maybe to an extreme. Case in point: One night when we were in Chicago, we had just put Charlotte to bed ("nighty-night!") and were settling into an episode of Lost on my laptop. It was getting late, so Chris turned to me and said, "Okay, Stephanie. Time for sleepy-sleep." I turned to him and promptly punched him in the neck.**
*So I have to insert the caveat that I have been talking to my cats in baby voices for forever. I blame my mom.
** I didn't punch him, but I did say, "Um, you did NOT just say 'sleepy-sleep' to me!" And then I relentlessly made fun of him. Hence this post. :) (Sorry Sweetie - it's just too good to pass up!).
That, of course, all changed when Charlotte was born. Suddenly, everything that came out of my mouth was "cutesy." Socks became "sockies," feet became "feeties," naps became "nappy-naps," etc. Because the fact is, Charlotte (and most babies, I imagine) responds a lot better when we speak in high-pitched, sing-songy voices.
And I'm not alone in this change in diction. Chris, too, has made the switch to Baby Speak. But maybe to an extreme. Case in point: One night when we were in Chicago, we had just put Charlotte to bed ("nighty-night!") and were settling into an episode of Lost on my laptop. It was getting late, so Chris turned to me and said, "Okay, Stephanie. Time for sleepy-sleep." I turned to him and promptly punched him in the neck.**
*So I have to insert the caveat that I have been talking to my cats in baby voices for forever. I blame my mom.
** I didn't punch him, but I did say, "Um, you did NOT just say 'sleepy-sleep' to me!" And then I relentlessly made fun of him. Hence this post. :) (Sorry Sweetie - it's just too good to pass up!).
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Welcome to the Teens!
So this is my obligatory Happy New Year post (or Bonne Annee en francais). 2009 was a wonderful year, in so many ways. I spent six months pregnant and six months with an absolutely amazing baby girl. Our lives have changed in so many ways. I think you don't realize how self-absorbed you are until you have a helpless baby who needs you for the most basic things in life -- nourishment, shelter, clothing, and love. And I think I finally understand what all those cliches are about when they say that you will never be the same again, that a baby will change you, that it's the hardest job you'll ever do but the most rewarding, that you'll never love anything or anyone more. And those cliches are all true.
Oh and apparently, we have just started a new decade. The way I see it, 2010 is the end of the first decade of the 21st century (we didn't start with a ZERO year did we? when we count we go 1 to 10, 11 to 20, etc.), but I guess no one else sees it that way. What did I do to ring in 2000? I was 18, almost 19 and was home from my first semester of college at UC Berkeley. I'm pretty sure I spent the night over at my friend Ilene's, but I can't for the life of me remember what we did that night. We may have watched Beaches. I do know that I had a job during my five weeks off from school at the Hallmark in the mall. The only time I've ever had a minimum wage job. I truly believe it was the most exhausting job I've had. Standing up all day, smiling at harried Christmas shoppers, and organizing greeting cards. All for $5.25 an hour.
What did we do to ring in 2010? Chris, Charlotte and I went over to our friend Robbie's new house. Charlotte slept in the Pack N Play in the bedroom, Chris fell asleep on the couch, and the rest of us ate food, played games and drank champagne. Very low key, but fun regardless.
I was just thinking over the past ten years and all the amazing things that have happened. I started college (in 1999), I traveled (to Italy! to France! to Spain! to Canada!), I graduated college, I moved to Sacramento, I met Chris, I got my first job, I lost my first job, I moved into my first apartment by myself, I moved in with Chris, I got a Master's Degree, I worked for a Member of Congress, we bought a house, we got engaged, we got married, we learned how to Scuba Dive, we traveled (to Australia! and France! and St. Lucia!), I quit a job I hated, I started a job I love, we became a family.
The "oughts" were pretty great. Of course, there were definitely some pretty low points, but overall, I'd say it's my best decade to date. Then again, I don't have that many decades with which to compare it, seeing as how I'm turning 29 on Wednesday. Here's to the "teens" being even better!
Oh and apparently, we have just started a new decade. The way I see it, 2010 is the end of the first decade of the 21st century (we didn't start with a ZERO year did we? when we count we go 1 to 10, 11 to 20, etc.), but I guess no one else sees it that way. What did I do to ring in 2000? I was 18, almost 19 and was home from my first semester of college at UC Berkeley. I'm pretty sure I spent the night over at my friend Ilene's, but I can't for the life of me remember what we did that night. We may have watched Beaches. I do know that I had a job during my five weeks off from school at the Hallmark in the mall. The only time I've ever had a minimum wage job. I truly believe it was the most exhausting job I've had. Standing up all day, smiling at harried Christmas shoppers, and organizing greeting cards. All for $5.25 an hour.
What did we do to ring in 2010? Chris, Charlotte and I went over to our friend Robbie's new house. Charlotte slept in the Pack N Play in the bedroom, Chris fell asleep on the couch, and the rest of us ate food, played games and drank champagne. Very low key, but fun regardless.
I was just thinking over the past ten years and all the amazing things that have happened. I started college (in 1999), I traveled (to Italy! to France! to Spain! to Canada!), I graduated college, I moved to Sacramento, I met Chris, I got my first job, I lost my first job, I moved into my first apartment by myself, I moved in with Chris, I got a Master's Degree, I worked for a Member of Congress, we bought a house, we got engaged, we got married, we learned how to Scuba Dive, we traveled (to Australia! and France! and St. Lucia!), I quit a job I hated, I started a job I love, we became a family.
The "oughts" were pretty great. Of course, there were definitely some pretty low points, but overall, I'd say it's my best decade to date. Then again, I don't have that many decades with which to compare it, seeing as how I'm turning 29 on Wednesday. Here's to the "teens" being even better!
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