If I were my boss...

I would not fire me. This may sound funny but for the first time since graduating from college my answer has changed to "would not fire me" from "would fire me". When we were in Micronesia I was useful and probably would not have fired myself but at the same time there were other instructors who could have taught my classes or they could have closed the class I was teaching because only 3 people would show up. And when I started my current job I may not have fired myself because even though I didn't contribute much I was still learning. Even though I told myself this I still had that feeling in my gut.

I came up with this phrase when I was in the military. My performance ratings were above average so I always got the impression that my boss would not have fired me. After completing my service commitment I was offered a job as a civilian so by my boss was willing to put his money where his mouth was. But I still couldn't help like feeling like a liability. Sure, I was useful and brought some expertise to my work group but basically I went to graduate school, went to PT and surfed google maps. I also published a paper and went to conferences but most of the time I felt as though I didn't contribute as much as I was being compensated for. 

In this economy - or any economy for that matter - you should never feel too confident but it is nice to feel like an asset.

Jealous?

Oliver is my good buddy. We play together tons and a lot of this playing is wrestling on the floor. Whenever I get on the floor he immediately gets excited. The jealousy happens whenever I get on the floor to play with Chase. Usually I'll scold him or pet him and he knows it not play time. Sometimes he'll walk away but usually he'll lay down near us, sometimes even between us...

And another...

And a Chase video too...


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Another Week

Believe it or not Chase is three days away from his one month birthday. It sure has flown by for us. This past week was marred by a nasty diaper rash. The doctor prescribed us some anti-fungal cream that we are supposed to apply every time we change his diaper. His bum is really sensitive so sometimes when we pick him up he'll let out a nasty scream that we're pretty sure is because of the rash. It seems to be getting a little better so hopefully we're on the downhill slope.

We definitely notice Chase's growth. Megan goes to a nursing support class at the hospital about once a week and Chase get's weighed every time. On Friday when they got there he weighted nine pounds six ounces and after she fed him he weight nine pounds ten ounces! What a great eater we have!

This is how he spends a lot of his day...

I took these pictures to help us remember how small he was...


He seems to really like getting rubbed...