No matter where I am, a part of me is always longing. I read an article on four womens' decision to have a certain number of children...or not at all. It confirmed for me that I know that I must have at least one more child. It's just not quite the right time yet. How can I not reproduce? Look at the result:
My flight to La Guardia was cancelled yesterday after two hours of delay. My boss says to me, "So, you want to travel, huh?" Four hours of a perfect Sunday was wasted. However, I did get to spend a couple more hours with my family. Roan was so happy to see me. I am on Long Island now, in my standard king room that is too close to the elevators {{angry face}}.
In my cab ride home yesterday, a rather husky and giant driver picked me up 25 minutes after I had called the ride in. Let's just say, I was a bit annoyed and had already started mentally deducting his tip. He kept talking to me in the thickest African accent. I just wanted to get home to my boys.
He asked me about my trip and I said I was still slated to go the next day and asked me about my job...at least I think that's what he was asking me. He asked me to set up his nephew who just got an MBA with a job at my company. I told him I was just a lowly worker and therefore, have no power. He then asked about my education and I plainly said that I had a Masters in Engineering. He was so excited for me.
This reminded me, yet again, that I need to be more positive and grateful for the life that I have. My parents raised us to downplay our "talents". Even now, during reviews, I have a hard time "bragging" about my accomplishments. The result, unfortunately, is that I sometimes don't think I'm very good at anything. I always believe that I am just average.
We talked more or as much as I could understand him about our cultures. In the end, I gave him the full tip. I guess flattery goes a long way with me. :)
And since no post is fun without a photo and I am on my work computer. Obviously an older photo since Roan's hair was still long.
Since I couldn't remember the password, I'll put it up here.
Above: beautiful mommy and adorable Baby P.
Above: one from the other day's post.
Above: "Pretty" as she preferred to be called, big sister.
My parents have been overseas, working for a couple of years now. They are back for the summer and we got the chance to visit them.
It always amazes me just how connected we are to our family. Roan has only seen my parents a handful of times in person and some of it was when he had no memory yet (he was small). However, whenever he sees them, it seems he just knows. That shy, cute expression overcomes him and he goes to hug them.
We did a mini shoot with my parents and their seven grand kids (seven kids under 9--that's hard). Anyways, I think I may have to swap a face or two, but here is one of just Roan and his grandparents, my parents.
Some of Roan's cousins. Couldn't for the life of me get any photos of Gabe. :( Gabe, Ayden, and Roan are the middle cousins. I couldn't get one of them all together like this. 
Above: My parent's oldest grandchildren.
Above: My parent's youngest grandchildren.
It was like at first site. He was brave with the sparklers, but the fireworks were another story. Lately, he's been really fearful of loud noises.
Roan referred to this old, broken down car as an "autobot". This was taken a couple of weeks ago. We've been visiting family for the last week or so. I'll post pictures from our trip soon. I have a lot to go through.
