1. It's cold and dark.
2. We are broke from Christmas.
3. It feels really long.
4. It takes forever. Wait, that's the same as #3.
5. It feels like spring will never come.
Pretty much, that's it. But, I must say, this January was okay. It's been a mild, albeit wet, winter, so we have had some balmy days (aka in the 50's) and the time has just been flying. I have been enjoying the sunrises on the way to work in the past week or two (last week I called Randy on the way and said, "LOOK OUT THE WINDOW. IT'S AMAZING!!!") and I have hope for nicer weather (as I type, the sun is shining in the window and it's supposed to hit 60 degrees this week! I expect all Portlanders to be in shorts.).
However, with all that talk of nicer weather, we had a surprise snowstorm at the beginning of January which held off school for everyone in Oregon except for McMinnville. Randy was a crazy man, as usual, and went went fishing, while Trey and I went sledding with our friends in the neighborhood.
Trey, Zack and Owen, two buddies from soccer and kindergarten
Trey has been waiting a long time to do this.
School started on January 4th and I will admit I was dreading it. The dread was a little different from last year...last year I was dreading it because I was so depressed about my job. This year I was dreading it because I knew how hard it would be jumping back into full time work and full time grad school after a blissful two weeks off. While the anticipation of the unknown is hard for me, so is the known sometimes...but it must be done.
I got home on Monday night, after my first day back and Trey's extra day off, and received a special surprise package in the mail from my friend Beth. She had knit me a hat which I have carried with me ever since, yet the weather has been pretty mild after our snowstorm. Nevertheless, I was happy to be thought of by a special friend and am grateful for the gift.
Later that Monday night I had a pretty unpleasant meeting with some university staff from my grad program. It really threw me for a loop, and I have not had an experience, either professionally or academically, like that in my life. I don't mean to be vague, but I also don't want to get into details, yet I'll say it was a very difficult few weeks and the impact still lingers on my daily happenings in my program. I share the following text exchange with Nyree because it not only encompasses how I felt that week but also shows how much I love Nyree and her support.
What I've learned this month is that I can pull through hard things, keep my dignity in tact, and relish in the support of my friends and colleagues. While I have felt like I have bent over and taken it rather than defended myself in a situation that damaged my professional and personal reputation, I think I have made the right decisions for my future and my imminent path. It sucks, and I know I'm being vague, but that's how it has to be on my blog.
Moving on...let's talk about the Broncos. If you didn't know, my husband is a fan and he's successfully turning our son into a fan as well. I think this is awesome because I want our son to be just like his father in (almost) every way. The picture below was pre-playoff game, and the outcome was positive. The Super Bowl starts in mere hours, and I can only hope that the outcome will be the way the Clark house wishes.
The night of the game there was a birthday dinner for Uncle Tim. We had a good time celebrating at IBU, one of our new favorite places to eat and drink. I left feeling that my sister is super lucky to have such amazing family-in-laws.
Randy counting syllables for his haiku to Nicole
What you see there is a key hanging from my mirror on my dresser. My dear friend, boss, and mentor, Lee Ann, gave me that key at one of our meetings and said it was from her keyhole experience. She described it as looking through the keyhole and not knowing how you'd get through to the other side with all of the stuff that has to fit through (I'm not paraphrasing it well). What I love most about this key is that I have the support of Lee Ann through my grad school experience. I have a lot of mentors in my special ed world (A LOT) and I am so lucky, but if I could be like Lee Ann when I grow up, I would be so lucky. As I look at these words next to the picture of the key and me and my mom, I only wish that Lee Ann and my mom would have met.
I'm not sure what night this was from, but it is of Trey, Grady, and Case at Julie's house playing with the cushions and watching a movie. Trey has been asking for a little brother lately, and that makes me pretty sad. Another baby is not in our future, but how do you explain that to your "only" child? Any ideas from you readers would be welcome.
What a normal night looks like in the Clark house
Trey has definitely been missing the attention that he normally gets from me. He wants to be near me whenever he can and constantly seeks my focus. One night we had movie night, and while I'm working on the computer which is on the arm of the couch, he gradually worked his way into my lap and was holding my hand. Super sweet.
Trey is still doing karate, and I think Randy and I enjoy it more than he does. As I've said before, we enjoy the direction on focus, listening to your parents, and stranger danger.
Our first visit to Krispy Kreme after Saturday morning karate
Getting some work done with Trey right next to me, of course
Saturday afternoon playdate at Hopworks with Camille and Mindy
You get the idea, right?
There's a reason it's hard to get any work done around here...
Sunday morning playdate at Pump It Up, Jr. with Trey's preschool friends. We don't get to see them as much as we'd like, but our connection continues. Here Trey is with Torryn, Ryland, and Everett. Xander, Torryn's little brother, would not get in the picture.
Trey has been writing a ton and wants to be an author. He likes to sit at my dresser in my bedroom and work on his writing. As you can imagine, I love this.
Lastly, I wanted to include this picture of my Woodburn friends. It showed up on my Facebook wall recently in their daily memories feed. This was four years ago and includes Ardis, Susan, Shelley, Dora, Cindy, Stacy, and Steve. I love that this group of friends continues to get together. I continue to think about Shelley, who passed away this past summer, and miss her. There are still moments where I want to text her (usually about the Bachelor or Top Chef) or expect to see her when we all get together. I think I even had a dream about her last night.
Time to stop procrastinating and start cleaning or doing coursework. But I'm proud of myself that I got my January post done so soon after the month ended. This is progress, people!















