To Teach or To Parent

So as of today, I officially have the opportunity to teach 1 or 2 classes this spring. (That's good news!) I'm debating on it right now and just thinking outloud here. I think it will be good teaching experience, of which I am limited, but teaching adjunct isn't exactly a career boosting job. It would, however, fill in the gap on my resume and *maybe* increase my chances at a full-time VT position (assuming I do a good job). Although it might hurt my chances if they think I'll just teach adjunct forever. Anyway, it would require lil-M to be in daycare about 15-20 hours a week. I'm not particulary opposed to daycare, in fact, I think in alot of cases it's a good thing. However, I'm not sure if a "gaining experience", "filling a gap in the resume", and not that great paying job is worth it. But, it's part time, which is a cool way to transistion lil-M into a full-time job later on.

Bicycle seats

As evident by lil-M, aparently M and I aren't cycling enough. NYTimes article on how serious time in the saddle can hinder your sex drive and cause impotency. This study is new because it includes the ergo-style seats as well as the traditional style and women as well as men.

Travels

Back again after a 10-day trip. Took the little-M on her first plane ride, then drove with my mom and aunt up to Portland, ME. My favorite part was Newport, RI. It's this little NE coastal town with beautiful ocean views and amazing architecture. Stopped in for lunch at the Bush complex in Kennibunkport. Guess they missed the memo I was coming b/c they wouldn't let me in!

Met up with big-M in Raleigh for jetfest 2005. See our MSN space for pics of that weekend.

I think on the flight to RDU I was sitting next to two of the most unhappy men I've met in a while. So there I am in the middle seat with an infant on my lap. The aisle seat guy was enormous, hanging over into my seat, as well as the aisle. The window guy wore dark sunglasses the whole trip and it wasn't sunny out. Neither said a word to me when I sat down, or offered a hint of assistance. At least the fat guy got annoyed that he had to stand up to let me in. Little-M was in prime form looking back and forth at these guys, smiling, cooing, trying to get their attention, and they never even looked at her. Don't get me wrong, I don't expect everyone to think my baby is the greatest thing, but most people will at least glance at a child sitting next to them. Eventually M needs to eat. It was almost humerous. The aisle guy was taking up so much space that I had to turn sideways in my seat to nurse. Afterwards I burped her aiming at the dude lap and of course it was one of those non-spit-up times...bummer. My next plan was to let her cry herself to sleep instead of rocking, patting, etc, but nope, happy baby, lucky bastards.