The wall

I’m no stranger to running into walls – the figurative kind, not the real ones. Things don’t always go the way that you want them to go, and sometimes it’s because it was never meant to be, other times it’s because there are forces beyond one’s control at work. It seems that “at work” is were the most recent of these forces came into being. After busting my back for years to develop a position, to advance into, it seems to have gone to someone else. This is the second strike after being ignored for all the work I had put in for a previous project. Some people dig their own graves by not working to their potential… it seems that I have the opposite problem. I work and build walls that prevent me from moving in the direction that I intended.

If I had moved in the manner that I intended, I think it would have made for a very festive Christmas time, but as it is now, it’s a bit dulled when I think of anything outside the home. Because at home, I have all that I need. Sure it would be nice to be appreciated at work, but that rarely happens. But I am pretty sure that I’m appreciated at home, within those four walls that I’ve built for the four of us.

Home and all the pictures are the same…

It’s now December and after almost two months of being on the road, things are setting down. Well, perhaps. I’ve applied for a new position at work, which if I get will cause some disruption, but in a good way. I will likely be working more, but it will be at home. While I enjoy being out and about across the province meeting people and teaching, this time around it was harder. The lonely days were lonelier and the “hate” was there even more. Just like in the lyrics of Let Her Go, you only hate the road when you’re missing home. That rang very true for me over these last couple of months. I’ve never been so happy to be home.

This morning I also realized something. Even though I’m a photographer, and my kids will have all manner of images, Peanut’s images will likely be a little less creative. The reason for this is, life doesn’t slow for a while and with everything else happening, there may not be the novel instances for Peanut as Bug had for her first years. I don’t know if this will be the case, but looking at the last dozen or so images I have of Peanut. They are all the same pose, and while you can see changes… they aren’t as much fun. I’ll have to work on that.

Winter is coming…

This post is getting tapped out just before I get going to get home from Lethbridge. Having grown up in this part of the province, it’s always a sentimental trip. This time was a little different. With one more little person in the family, it got me thinking about what the world may have been like when I was that size as I passed through Brooks, Taber, and obviously Lethbridge.

But this was for work, and without the little ones. I’m thinking that one day I’ll really have to bring the kids through all the old stomping grounds. Even though for some of those places, it was more tapping and pitter patting than stomping.

In the mean time, we are getting ready for another first Christmas. I’ve got icicle lights to put up this weekend.

To T.O.

I’m hammering this out while I’m listening to a panel presentation. It’s a bit of a let down/slow down from an amazing presentation by Daniel Pink.

I’m in Toronto for the CSTD 2014 conference. It’s a great learning experience, and it’s one that I hope to be able to continue to do. I attended for the first time last year and I was able to roll up many small take aways into great things at work. This time last year, I followed up this conference with a destination photo shoot. That’s not happening this year, but I did write a post last year acknowledging all the work that my family has had to to help me achieve my goals. That hasn’t changed.

After the conference last year, I thought I would try to write more on my blog. But that didn’t happen. So this year, with the same conference, I’m trying again. Hopefully this change sticks,

Fogged in

Travelling for work… if you don’t do it, you may think it’s glamorous. If you do it, you know that it can be interesting, but it’s hard, and can be painful. That’s tonight.

0TOHMUdjNDK-mESEb1Z5Yvyhy05ccyqXIwKiXHmDL_4With too much fog to land, I am unable to return home until sometime tomorrow. Hopefully it will be on the wing.

If not, I’ll do the drive from High Level to Edmonton tomorrow, which is promising to be an adventure as well.

Thankfully, I was able to get a room in High Level so it’s not that bad, but it’s not ideal.

Million Dollar Family

Well here we are. The million dollar family. So called because there is one son to inherit the wealth of the family and one daughter to grow the wealth. Or whatever that is supposed to be these days. For Neelam and I, it’s the Mastercard family. It’s priceless.

Khyan arrived October 10, 2014, and after a short stay with his nurse friends, things are starting to settle at home. Aishani is totally rocking being a big sister and Neelam is being a super-trooper mommy. To say that I’m massively lucky is an understatement. With all that we’ve gone through to get here, luck need some supernatural intervention to get the job done.

When Aishani was born, I wanted to document her life in text, but sadly that didn’t happen. She has been very well documented in photos and videos on the other hand, so I think I’m ok. But I’m going to try again with Khyan. But instead of on Househusbands, I’ll do it here. I’ll see what I can do with that other domain.

So what is there about Khyan that is worth documenting? Well, he adores his sister. He’s a ravenous little tike who will just as easily try to eat a bib, a hand, or a clavicle! If I were to record the sound, it would be the effects track for a zombie movie. Oh yeah, the tired hangry Khyan is very zombie like.

I’m travelling for work for most of November, so I’m going to miss out on what will effectively be a month of his young life. I know others have missed more, but this still hurts to think about. Thankfully I’ll be back on the weekends. I can sleep when I’m out on the road, missing my munchkin and peanut.