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Devon, a friend from way back when, hit the pages of the NY Times with his membership in a hacking organization called NYC Resistor. When Dev was our roomie in NJ we had a lot of fun watching him create interesting things in the garage. For the holidays last year he designed a crochet specific helping hands system in exchange for me making him a hat shaped like a brain crab. It was a really fun time. I thought I would share the article with all of you;

Revenge of the Nerds

Picture by Michael Appleton for The New York Times

The kingdom of the geeks, thriving in an old factory in Downtown Brooklyn.

I seem to lack things to say, or the desire to sit down and say them.

When I was starving for interaction, stuck home with a pre-verbal child all day, I blogged to stay sane.

Now, with two chattering children, the school on winter break, and all my friends and family in town, I can’t stand to blog.

I am out of words.

So I am taking a break!! I will see you all back after the new year with stories of the holidays, pictures of the fam, and more about the practice of law and motherhood.

Happy New Year!!

It’s like extreme sports.

Instead of a snuggled bundle of baby joy sweetly nursing away I have a power nurser.

He nurses in down dog, he climbs across my stomach, he tries to sit on my head… all while nursing.

If I nurse him in my lap he will try and drape himself off of it and slide down to the floor. If I nurse him in bed he is kicking, climbing, and otherwise moving around. He also likes to pat my other breast, and present his foot for kissing, and stick his finger up my nose or in my mouth (thankfully not in that order.)

It would seem that he wants the closeness of nursing, but doesn’t want it to interfere with his busy schedule. I don’t understand the need to constantly move around but I am beginning to understand why mama dogs bite their puppies.

I have a puppy. A cavorting 33 pound puppy, clambering all over me.

It began when you were very small,

No other source of food at all,

every hour, sometimes less,

you would suckle at my breast.

♥

Everywhere we went they’d smile

supportive of us all the while,

You were young and cute and small

of course I breastfed, after all.

♥

Strangers told me they were proud

in voices strident, voices loud,

that I chose to bare my breast.

They told me it was for the best.

♥

Now that you walk, and run, and play,

our nursing support has become dismay!

Though you are still a babe to me

a big kid and breasts is all they see.

♥

Despite the heads that shake away

We still nurse all night and day!

You are still my little one,

we will nurse until you’re done.

♥

(Support breastfeeding, celebrate World Breastfeeding Week!)

(Also posted on API Speaks)

That is the sound I hear after submitting my resume to dozens of potential law firms.

There have been no responses that I can call positive, since there have been no responses at all! I have had plenty of leads that lead nowhere, and tons of time put into trolling the job sites for postings that may or may not lead to more nowhere.

Worst of all, the money from my last case is dwindling, the next case I take will not pay for a long time.

How does one start a law practice without entering bankruptcy or selling half naked pictures of themselves on the internet? (Not that my post-baby body would earn as much as my pre-baby body, but hey, someone out there has to have a stretch mark fetish.)

What makes me the most nervous is that I have only submitted about 20-25 resumes. My significantly more experienced friend submitted over 100, and from those, only received 11 interviews. Ha ha HA!!

So, I submit 80 more resumes, and then maybe I will get a phone call? Ugh, I have educated myself out of the workforce people, it was easier for me to find work when I didn’t have a law degree.

Guess all I can do now is…. go back to school.

I am so happy to be home, but I am still aching a little for New Jersey.

There were so many things I did to cheer myself there, and to feel at home. I miss the little routines I developed with my kids, and my friends. It strikes me at odd moments.

This morning I went looking for coffee in the kitchen and missed the fun local coffee section of the Wegman’s. Missing it got me thinking; no more Wegman’s, no more Dunkin Donuts, no more walking path, no more unexpected bodies of water.

Living somewhere new is hard, very hard, but it turn’s out that leaving somewhere new is hard too. I feel all adrift again. I have to make these routines all over again, back home, just as if I had moved to a new place. It’s made a little easier by the number of friends and family I have here, but it is still a little strange, a little lonely.

On the upside, I got my fantastic kitchen mixer from Dustin yesterday (THANK YOU D!!) and have already whipped up some delicious whole wheat shortbread cookies.

It’s easier to adjust to a new place with cookies. It’s a scientifically proven fact.

Scott and Sierra’s wedding was a lovely occasion that managed to capture their no nonsense personalities as well as the beauty of their romance. The event was held Friday morning at Chautauqua in Boulder. The bride and groom arrived looking gorgeous, and proceeded to share their happiness with their attendants, friends, and family.

The groom prepares to take his vows

The Bride prepares to take her vows

Three lovely ladies make their final preparations for the task at hand.

The flower girls were patient as they waited to toss petals onto the grass.

Flower girls prepare for their entrance

The day was hot, but the couple more than made up for the heat by keeping their ceremony brief yet lovely, and by following it up with a bacon reception.

Yes… piles and piles of bacon were heaped upon the guests as they trooped indoors to the air conditioned reception area. Okay, it wasn’t heaped upon us, but there was a vat of crispy bacon on the reception table, along with fruit, biscuits and organic jam, and breakfast burritos. It was a fantastic breakfast feast!

After the bacon there were 8 organic cakes from Whole Foods to choose from, and champagne to sip in honor of the lovely couple. (No toasts beyond two words were allowed, so Lee, Devon, and I stood and said “To the… Bride and… Groom” and then drank away!)

I lugged out the camera and got some good shots of guests at the reception, of the cakes (okay, I had to photograph the cakes) and of Otter as he ran around the tables and peeked out from behind the chairs. I managed to miss the cake cutting, the (non)toast, and the ceremony (I was in it though, so forgive me that one). I did get some before and after shots!!

Eight cakes a-laying

There were shots of each cake, but really, all I will do is make you hungry so I will limit myself to the prettiest cake close up:

My favorite cake

Mmmm…. cake. Otter hid from me and played camera tag for a while:

I know I'm cute

Here he is hiding behind a chair:

Peek a Boo!!

It was a fantastic wedding, followed up by an evening at the Rio drinking tequila and talking about love. Congratulations Scott and Sierra! Thank you for letting us be a part of your magical day!!

Okay, okay, just one more cake.