Monthly Archives: December 2012

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You want pictures, too? Your loud “where are the baby photos!?” screaming thoughts can be heard from here.

Have no fear, I’m a proud mom who takes close to 100 photos and videos a day and is happy to share to anyone who asks.

Which you really didn’t. But again, this is the Internet and I’d like to see you stop me.

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Well, Hello There.

So…. wow.  It’s really been a month since I’ve had the baby?  Geeze.

In the last month I’ve done….. what have I done?  Besides keep this little man alive, but that’s a pretty big job I suppose.  He went in for his one month visit this week and is 7 pounds 3 ounces, and 19.5 inches long.  Which, I would like to point out, is STILL smaller than the average baby born right this second.  Don’t be fooled by his size, his lungs sound at least 20 years old when he’s screaming for food and the bottle warmer isn’t working fast enough and it’s 3am and sub zero in the house.  Not like that’s happened, or anything.

I can’t be witty, I haven’t slept in 5 weeks.  Please forgive me and pretend like there is an underlying humorous tone to this post.

In other rather important news, I can finally announce now that the Rivas Family will be relocating to Michigan!  We’ve known for a while, but since hubby and I work together and I was just starting to get paid to not work, we were a little mums-the-word on the move because I didn’t want them to have any reason to not pay me.  But anyway, now that the cat’s out of the bag, allow me to explain what’s going down in Rivas Town.

Angel was contacted by a head hunter off of Linked In who set him up with a Finance Manager interview at Kellogg’s (as in cereal).  Well Kellogg’s decided that they wanted him.  Badly.  So what we weren’t taking very seriously suddenly turned into an opportunity that we couldn’t pass up.  And by the way, this happened (start to finish) in about a week while I was about to pop.  So the hormones didn’t make anyone’s life easy to a nesting, extremely pregnant, woman who has the game changed in overtime.

But in my hormonal haze, I was thinking clearly enough to negotiate my stance with Angel: I’m only going if I can be a stay at home mom.  I’ve wanted to be a mom all along and I’ve been saying since day one that I want to stay home if we were financially able to.  Because of the offer and relocation package, we can keep our same lifestyle on only his salary so the door is open to me to either stay home or get a job or whatever I wanted.  I took door number one.  So what WAS my last day of work before maternity leave turned into my last day. Period.

We’ll be moving to Kalamazoo, Michigan, which is in the south west Michigan area equi distant between Detroit (eeewww) and Chicago (yaaaay) not far from the beach.

I’m putting a little gravel in my travel and turning this blog from a lifestyle blog, to a maternity blog, to now a stay at home mom blog.  And I’m going to have a lot to talk about now that I’m not working anymore! (And now that little man is getting into a routine, I’ll be able to actually post on my blog more often without interruption from meetings, managers, and whatever else is going on.  My new boss is 7 pounds, 3 ounces and a slave to me. Mwa-ha-ha-ha!

The journey begins when Lucas and I move Angel up to Michigan to start work on December 28th.  Surprise!