I’ll admit….I’ve been avoiding my blog.  This last month has been completely crazy and I haven’t felt like doing any documenting of it.  But, alas, the time has come, I can’t hide from my problems forever.

Just a little over a month ago I was on a carefree jog with my good friend, Shawna and we were discussing all of the economic woes going on in this country.  “Man, I said (I am sure I said this in a semi-arrogant tone), I am so glad that Erik is in such a good place in his company, if they started doing any layoffs he’d be one of the very last to go…”  Well, I suppose I was right, but the problem (as I discovered just a few days later) was that Erik’s firm didn’t do layoffs they just decided to up and close their doors.  Poof!  Overnight the company was closed and Erik’s job was gone.  I had some icky, emotional, ugly cry moments, some holy crap I am 8 months pregnant and we are out of work moments, but all of that only gets you so far, and now I am ready to move on.  When my sister and I talk about being in tough situations we say “get your big girl panties on.”  So that’s what I’ve decided to do, big girl maternity panties and all.

Erik’s been a rock, an amazing hard-working rock.  We’ve decided that it’s time to be big kids and venture off into the world of self-employment and see where that takes us.  So far the trip has been fraught with many uncertainties but overall we feel good about.  Erik has been finishing up this month wrapping up some projects with his old company. He’s also begun drumming up work as a freelance Art Director/Sr Designer with various design agencies in San Francisco and has begun taking his own clients.  He officially launched his new web site a couple of weeks ago and I love it.  I’ve included a screen shot of the home page, but if you want to check it out in it’s full awesomeness you can go to www.erikadamsdesign.com.

This has been an extremely humbling experience for Erik and I.  We are continually reminded who is in charge of our life and that all we can do is our best and turn the rest over to the Lord.  We’ve also been reminded that angels of mercy come in the form of good friends and family who are willing to lend a listening ear and good advice or simply in the form of a hug from one of our kids.  It’s so easy to lose track of these things in life’s crazy rat race.  We feel blessed.  So I leave you on this mossy note with a few cute pics of the kids and the promise of some less-heavy topics in my next post.