DfD: The other side

The longer I put off writing a post that adequately encapsulates the emotional rollercoaster of 2021 Thus Far, the more daunting the task becomes. This time, I’m going to try a photo dump. I mostly only take pictures of Jordan, so you’re welcome.

January

January was bleak. I was extremely tense for the first 20 days or so, for obvious reasons. Also, I had surgery. It was very minor, and successful, but it was my first time going under anesthesia. I remember them putting the mask to my face, then waking up in recovery. Then going home and sleeping a lot more.

Part of Jordan’s Christmas was a KiwiCo Koala Crate subscription, and in the photo he’s figuring out one of the crafts from the January box. Some of the stuff I think he’ll like better when he’s older, but there’s always something in each box he’s excited to play with, and he knows the box is for him as soon as it arrives.

February

February was a blur. It snowed. Jordan liked it. We spent a lot of time inside.

Jordan’s perch in the second photo is not quite as precarious as it looks. It was either this or I had to hold him and dinner would never be finished.

March

We spent a lot of time outside in March. (Yes, these photos are from March, despite the leaves.) The end of winter coinciding with the promise of vaccination gave me this feeling like the whole world was waking up and coming back to life. It was glorious.

Jordan also helped Dada build a new bookshelf. Notice how Dada has stacked the shelf pieces, and Jordan has helpfully added the cardboard pieces in the same fashion. If you zoom in, you can see that he’s also wearing his “Buildasaurus” PJs.

Finally, Jordan tested the strength of his aunties’ pool cover. It held, thank goodness! And he got to wear his cousin’s UConn PJs and eat strawberries afterwards, so it was all good.

April

April was eventful! Jerald and I commemorated the 15-year anniversary of combining our stuff by ordering a dumpster and disposing of a ton of said stuff.

On Easter, I was overjoyed that Jordan just barely fit into his seersucker suit. Also that we got to spend the day with some of our vaccinated family members.

Then we got vaccinated! Then we went on vacation! Then we finished getting vaccinated. (Yeah, we cheated. But this was already planned as a socially distanced trip, and we played it as safe as possible.)

May

We’re fully vaccinated! It’s a brave new world!

Jordan looks like a catalog model posing on the playground, and my mom got to come visit! There’s aren’t enough exclamation points in the world!!!

June

And that brings us to June. Jordan was a hit at his cousins’ dance recital, just one of many completely normal events that for so long seemed like they might never happen again.

Every time the audience stopped applauding, he would shout “Yay!” in the silent gymnasium and everyone would laugh. The music was loud enough to drown out most of his talking, though. He lasted for almost a whole hour of the 90-minute performance (which was only slightly less time than the rest of the boys from our group).

Jordan has also been getting more comfortable in the pool, but I don’t really want to provide photographic evidence of that because Jerald and I are in pretty much all of the pictures looking positively translucent.

I thought at various times that I might end “Dispatches from Dystopia” at the beginning of 2021, or when Biden became president, or after I got vaccinated. Fortuitously, I’ve procrastinated so long that I’ve reached what feels like the most appropriate post-lockdown milestone: I’m going back to the office (to work, not just pick something up) for the first time since all of this started. It won’t be an everyday thing, if only because we haven’t made a plan to put Jordan back in daycare yet. But also because working from home actually works for me.

Turns out, it works for a lot of us. Our CEO says that we’re a remote-first company now, and he won’t be pressuring anyone to go back to the cubicles unless we want to. There are certainly perks to office life — like Bagel Wednesdays and Pizza Fridays. And if the potlucks resume, I will mark my calendar. (There are perks that don’t involve food, too. I think.) I’m going to play it by ear and see how it feels, but I suspect that this really is the new normal.

P.S. Eagle-eyed readers will notice that I’ve changed up the look of my site. I finally got around to updating my portolio page, and the old theme wasn’t playing nicely. I think it’s pretty good, but it’s still a work in progress. Let me know what you think!

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