Can You Believe This Guy??

Getting all handsomed up for his picture with the Easter Bunny. Yes, I teared up when I saw how much he looks like a little man.

Helping Mommy and Daddy with packing

We are moving one week from today so life is hectic, obviously. Work has been a total madhouse. I was determined to hire and train my replacement before I leave, and it looks like I'm going to succeed. But not without some grey hairs, that's for sure. The new guy is going to be great. It's going to be really weird to suddenly no longer be involved on the projects I've worked on for 2 years, but I'm glad to know that they will be in good hands.

I am thrilled to report that I have my first interview scheduled for the middle of May (thanks Kendra!). It sounds like a great company that might have some good opportunities.

On a completely different subject, I have started to wonder why no one has nominated me for What Not to Wear. I watched many episodes of the show late at night when Brenden was a newborn, and I am a prime candidate. I'm always half-waiting for Stacey and Clinton to pop their heads over my cubicle wall and surprise me with the $5,000 gift card. (If you haven't seen the show, they give people with horrible fashion sense $5,000 to spend on a new wardrobe, but the people have to endure a lot of ridicule on their current clothing.)

I am perfectly willing to endure their comments. I can already tell you what they'd say:

1. "Motherhood Maternity? You haven't been pregnant for 10 months!"

2. "You can fit two of you in this blouse!"

3. "If you have to hike your pants up with a rope like Huck Finn, they don't fit."

4. "I can't even look at those shoes. My grandma wouldn't wear those."

I have two major wardrobe malfunctions: my clothes are 4 sizes too big (bought when I returned to work after maternity leave, 20 lbs ago) and I am too cheap. An engineer at work actually commented on how "saggy" my pants are. I am too busy to shop for new clothes, but I managed to find a few minutes two months ago to have the waist taken in on several pairs of pants. Problem is, the rest of the pants still billow out around me, and I've lost more weight so I still have to hike them up with a belt. I know, poor me, but honestly, I was in better shape before my pregnancy, even with the extra 10 pounds. And my stomach didn't look like a deflated balloon.

Hopefully I find a new job before our savings runs too thin, so I can celebrate with a shopping trip for new clothes.

For now, it's back to the packing and general madness. I can't wait to post pictures of Brenden playing in his new house with his family.