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Learning About Learning, and Sims

It's funny the threads life weaves together. 
My baby is growing up - nearing the 5 month mark. She is so, so active! Her legs never stop kicking and her eyes are constantly looking for something new to lock onto. She still loves being outside and has recently picked up "reading". 


Through watching her I am learning so much about learning. She doesn't let a waking second slip by - she has so much to soak in. I love watching her practice her coordination or feel a new texture or experience new foods. Her coos and grunts and squeals distinguish what she finds interesting and what she finds terrible!

At work I have been selected for a new path. Before becoming pregnant I was marching down the path to become an instructor, but I have shifted gears and will instead start training to become an ADCO Specialist. I am grateful for this selection since it theoretically means less overnight shifts and more fun activities (think spacewalks, dockings, etc), but it is not without its challenges. I am starting sims again, and now the timing will be more difficult since I will still be working overnights at times and now throw in tending to a new baby. 

Our new sim setup - shorter ceiling and cozy quarters.
Life isn't always easy - especially when it comes to learning. Sometimes Zara shows frustration (lately it's been about her lack of mobility), and its obvious all of these new skills take time and practice for her. I just need to remember that my new ADCO Specialist skills will take time too, and I surely will experience frustration. But learning is important, necessary. Stretching myself for this assignment will be worth it - and in the process, Zara and I can both have fun watching each other learn. 

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