She was 20 inches long, and adorably tiny at 6 3/4 lbs.
She's even taught us a little Matthews-ing... that sometimes, when it comes to people, 1 + 1 can equal 3. Pretty neat trick, kiddo.
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Tuesday, July 3
Three Matthews-ers
This is our little daughter, Zoey.
We finally got to meet Miss Sneaky on Tuesday, June 26 at 8:13 PM.
She was 20 inches long, and adorably tiny at 6 3/4 lbs.
She's a happy, healthy baby with a charming set of goofy expressions and squeaky noises. She's addicted to snuggling, so we have to keep her in our arms pretty much around the clock. Darn ; )
She's even taught us a little Matthews-ing... that sometimes, when it comes to people, 1 + 1 can equal 3. Pretty neat trick, kiddo.
She was 20 inches long, and adorably tiny at 6 3/4 lbs.
She's even taught us a little Matthews-ing... that sometimes, when it comes to people, 1 + 1 can equal 3. Pretty neat trick, kiddo.
Thursday, October 20
I think we might be grown-ups now
Jason is officially Dr. Matthews! (Dr. Matthews-ERRRR. I never get sick of that joke.)
He RAWKED his PhD dissertation, and pretended to be embarrassed while his fan club held up signs and took too many pictures.
Also, finally, I got a more career-related job!
Just kidding.
TWO career-related jobs.
For the first, I improve lighting in University of Oregon's classrooms (I'm going to be in nerd heaven), and for the second, I get to do graphic design! I diyeee of excitement. 50 hours a week, here I come!
Oh, and also since I've talked to you last, I've survived:
Oh yes, it's storytime soon.
It's been a wild ride, this past month. Time to pat myself on the back and go take a nap.
Thanks for hanging in there, amigos.
He RAWKED his PhD dissertation, and pretended to be embarrassed while his fan club held up signs and took too many pictures.
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| Not gonna lie, I'm pretty proud of that sign. Even Jason liked it... secretly. |
Also, finally, I got a more career-related job!
Just kidding.
TWO career-related jobs.
For the first, I improve lighting in University of Oregon's classrooms (I'm going to be in nerd heaven), and for the second, I get to do graphic design! I diyeee of excitement. 50 hours a week, here I come!
Oh, and also since I've talked to you last, I've survived:
- 30 days of eating strictly "paleo diet" with 60 other people from my gym,
- two (small) car accidents,
- a family member getting in a not-so-small car accident (she's recovering well, thank GOODNESS)
- a trip to the ER of my own,
- and finding out we're getting kicked out of "student housing." (For not being "students" anymore, or some nonsense like that. Pshh.)
- And then, even MORE exciting stuff I can't even tell you about yet. I need a muzzle.
Oh yes, it's storytime soon.
It's been a wild ride, this past month. Time to pat myself on the back and go take a nap.
Thanks for hanging in there, amigos.
Tuesday, September 27
Thermoelectric and Heat Flow Phenomena in Mesoscopic Systems...DONE.
Super duper crazy happy news!
JASON FINISHED WRITING HIS DISSERTATION. His thesis. His PhD paper. His ultimate Physics final.
Five years of post-grad schooling; countless nights stuck in his windowless laboratory; 215 pages of cold, hard physics.
So maybe this is a bit of preemptive celebration, because there are a few more hoops he has to jump through before he gets to call himself "Dr. Matthews." He has to have a Board of Really Smart People with Foreign Accents and Beards read it over this week, and then he has his "Doctoral Defense" next Thursday. Whoo!
Although he's been working his tail off on writing it all summer, these past two weeks were especially insaneinthemembrane. At first, he was averaging about 5 hours of sleep per night.
At that point he was completely nocturnal. He'd go lay down on the couch in the afternoon, and turn to me with pleading, bloodshot eyes. He'd beg, "April, no matter what I say, I want you to wake me up in THREE HOURS. No 'fifteen more minutes.' Do whatever you have to do... even ice-water. Get me up."
I'd dutifully wake him up, and he'd open one sleepy eye with a look of desperate anguish. Then he'd lay down the Kryptonite in a cute, sleepy voice:
Oh, MERCY, our future offspring will get away with anything if they inherit those puppy eyes.
Soon, the five-hour sleep average turned into just two hours a night. I'd try to wake him up, and he'd sleep talk something about "anisotropic thermoelectrics in four-terminal ballistic junctions."
The last three days (or should I say day-nights), he really got in a crunch and enlisted me to proofread every. last. page. So I got to dig through THIS for missed apostrophe's and little typos.
(Bahaha I just had to torment all you grammar OCD-ers out there-- apostrophes!!^^ I feel like I need to go wash my hands or something now.)
Anyway, I got to dig through every last page--twice--for little things like this:
For now, he sleeps all he wants. I no longer have to stress about my failings as a sleep Nazi. Then once he's caught up, it's Power-Point time! Go Jason, Go!
Want to read more about his research? I tried to sum it up in English-for-humans here.
JASON FINISHED WRITING HIS DISSERTATION. His thesis. His PhD paper. His ultimate Physics final.
Five years of post-grad schooling; countless nights stuck in his windowless laboratory; 215 pages of cold, hard physics.
So maybe this is a bit of preemptive celebration, because there are a few more hoops he has to jump through before he gets to call himself "Dr. Matthews." He has to have a Board of Really Smart People with Foreign Accents and Beards read it over this week, and then he has his "Doctoral Defense" next Thursday. Whoo!
Although he's been working his tail off on writing it all summer, these past two weeks were especially insaneinthemembrane. At first, he was averaging about 5 hours of sleep per night.
At that point he was completely nocturnal. He'd go lay down on the couch in the afternoon, and turn to me with pleading, bloodshot eyes. He'd beg, "April, no matter what I say, I want you to wake me up in THREE HOURS. No 'fifteen more minutes.' Do whatever you have to do... even ice-water. Get me up."
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| Sorry, buddy, there's no way I could throw ice-water on that. |
I'd dutifully wake him up, and he'd open one sleepy eye with a look of desperate anguish. Then he'd lay down the Kryptonite in a cute, sleepy voice:
"Cuddle?"aaaaaaand BAM I was in his arms, and he was instantly making happy little snoring sounds.
"Sweetheart, you're supposed to get---"
"Just five minutes?"
"But--"
"I miss sleeping next to you."
Oh, MERCY, our future offspring will get away with anything if they inherit those puppy eyes.
Soon, the five-hour sleep average turned into just two hours a night. I'd try to wake him up, and he'd sleep talk something about "anisotropic thermoelectrics in four-terminal ballistic junctions."
The last three days (or should I say day-nights), he really got in a crunch and enlisted me to proofread every. last. page. So I got to dig through THIS for missed apostrophe's and little typos.
(Bahaha I just had to torment all you grammar OCD-ers out there-- apostrophes!!^^ I feel like I need to go wash my hands or something now.)
Anyway, I got to dig through every last page--twice--for little things like this:
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| I wish you could've seen the look on his poor, sleep-deprived face while he tried to figure out why I was "writing in Russian." |
For now, he sleeps all he wants. I no longer have to stress about my failings as a sleep Nazi. Then once he's caught up, it's Power-Point time! Go Jason, Go!
Want to read more about his research? I tried to sum it up in English-for-humans here.
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