A Good Surprise

I had a comment on yesterday’s post that I kept thinking of all day. You can scroll down and read it here. It was from someone that happened by my blog by chance, not someone that has a military connection and linked to me from another mil-spouse site like most of my visitors.
Most of the time it seems like the majority of the people we meet, just don’t “get it”. Butterfly Wife had a great post recently on this topic.
Yesterday, my new visitor basically said “Thanks”.
And that says it all.

The distant thunder...

I laid in bed last night (4:30 am), and listened to the thunder. Yes…thunder. Something I miss about the Midwest. I don’t think it rained, there was no evidence of it in the morning.
As I laid there, my mind wandered.
I thought of:

Roxie, my baby dog, and how well her diet is going. Thanks to Butterfly Wife's suggestionto replace ½ of her food with vegetables. Even Hubby commented that she had a ribcage in the latest pictures we sent.

School is almost here! Uniforms are bought, washed, and ready to go. A few uniforms from last year are waiting on the sewing machine for repair. I didn’t think I would make it through the summer. In my mind, I’m breaking-up this deployment into manageable parts. Summer is now over…and then the school year…and then he should be home!

I’m so glad that crayons are non-toxic. E3 is obsessed with them. His sisters LOVE to color and seem to always let one Crayola roll onto the floor. I told Hubby that he should be proud of his son. He is very mechanically-inclined. He laughs at any baby-proofing that I attempt.

We sent 2 flat-rate boxes to Hubby yesterday. One was filled with cookies. His one weakness. He can eat 2 dozen in one sitting, but yet never gains a pound. Maybe if I ate 2 dozen instead of just one, it would work for me too.

Made it to the gym yesterday. I hadn’t been there for a few weeks. First, the kids were sick (read=can’t go to gym daycare)…then I was sick…then the kids were sick again…then I was lazy. It felt really good to go, and I was there 45 minutes and the daycare staff didn’t page me! Is this a new trend? Usually I’m 30 minutes into my workout and E3 is screaming for me. Now he plays nicely, although he keeps the staff busy. Everything imaginable is put up because he stacks things so he can climb. Pretty soon he’ll be fashioning his own parachute and jumping off of the roof…just like his Daddy.

"Me"' time

Today
1 hour by myself
No kids in tow
No diaper bag
Music on my radio station and turned up loud
The longest amount of time that I have been responsible for only myself for at least 6 months
I enjoyed every minute
I even fell asleep a moment...
Until the dentist’s drill woke me

The days are long, but the years are short.

My days fluctuate between one of two scenarios:

1. I want to curl up into a fetal position in the middle of the kitchen floor until this deployment is over. I want to say “I’m done, I don’t want to do this anymore!” like I did in the middle of labor with my 2nd child (by the way, that didn’t work, I still continued and delivered the baby 5 minutes later).

2. I say to myself “Wow! I can do this! Look how long it’s been…I never thought I’d make it this far”

This weekend I had a couple days from scenario #1. Thankfully, due to a lot of prayer and a few adorable children, today was closer to scenario #2.

Is it in the water?

I just realized that when my Hubby returns for good, that we need to move away from Los Angeles.
Not just because of the appalling schools, or the high taxes and cost of living.
Because…
my kids are making sushi and penne with Play-Doh!

A Baby Walks!

E3 walked yesterday! Across the living room, unassisted.
He’s taken a few steps before, but usually he just gets down and crawls when he wants to go somewhere. I have never seen a baby crawl so fast! That’s why he’s waiting until a good 14 months before walking.

The best part is that I was on the phone with Hubby when the monumental steps occurred. Hubby heard everyone’s excitement as it happened. I said to him “You didn’t miss it! You were able to experience E3’s first steps”
Through the phone I received “the look”. The “you really are blonde” look that Hubby has when I say or do something silly. It’s always accompanied by a sly smile.
Hubby was sad that he couldn’t see it live. I can’t imagine how horribly he must miss us. No matter how much the kids drive me crazy around here sometimes, at least we have each other.
Hubby did admit that he was glad that he heard everyone’s excitement live when E3 walked. Then I gave him “the look”.

Sooooo tired...

I am very tired today, just going through the motions now. I have hit the wall.
Is it time for the kids to go to bed yet?

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