Friday, December 26, 2008
We had a great time opening gifts, sifting through tiny bits of paper and trying not to get stabbed by the tree. Ollie was in to EVERYTHING. We realized he's a wire chewer and that's no fun...
In all, Turner got waaaaaay too much. Trains, track, cars, trucks, a Sprig Rig, clothes, trampoline, musical instruments, doctor kits and the list goes on and on. Ollie got the usual 6 month old toys. It was just fun to get up early and enjoy John's gingerbread pancakes and turkey and apple sausage!
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Difference Between Military and Civilian Wives:
Other spouses get married and look forward to building equity in a home and putting down family roots. Military spouses get married and know they'll live in base housing or rent, and their roots must be short so they can be transplanted frequently.
Other spouses decorate a home with flair and personality that will last a lifetime. Military spouses decorate a home with flare tempered with the knowledge that no two base houses have the same size windows or same size rooms. Curtains have to be flexible and multiple sets are a plus. Furniture must fit like puzzle pieces.
Other spouses have living rooms that are immaculate and seldom used. Military spouses have immaculate living room/dining room combos. The coffee table got a scratch or two moving from Germany, but it still looks pretty good.
Other spouses say good-bye to their spouse for a business trip and know they won't see them for a week. They are lonely, but can survive. Military spouses say good-bye to their deploying spouse and know they won't see them for months, or for a remote, a year. They are lonely, but will survive.
Other spouses, when a washer hose blows off, call Maytag and then write a check out for getting the hose reconnected. Military spouses will cut the water off and fix it themselves.
Other spouses get used to saying "hello" to friends they see all the time. Military spouses get used to saying "good-bye" to friends made the last two years. -This is probably the hardest!
Other spouses worry about whether their child will be class president next year. Military spouses worry about whether their child will be accepted in yet another new school next year and whether that school will be the worst in the city ... again.
Other spouses can count on spouse participation in special events ... birthdays, anniversaries, concerts, football games, graduation, and even the birth of a child. Military spouses only count on each other; because they realize that the Flag has to come first if freedom is to survive. It has to be that way.
Other spouses put up yellow ribbons when the troops are imperiled across the globe and take them down when the troops come home. Military spouses wear yellow ribbons around their hearts and they never go away.
Other spouses worry about being late for mom's Thanksgiving dinner. Military spouses worry about getting back from Japan in time for dad's funeral.
And other spouses are touched by the television program showing an elderly lady putting a card down in front of a long, black wall that has names on it. The card simply says "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. You would have been sixty today." A military spouse is the lady with the card. And the wall is the Vietnam Memorial.
I would never say military spouses are better or worse than other spouses are. But I will say there is a difference. And I will say that our country asks more of military spouses than is asked of other spouses. And I will say without hesitation, that military spouses pay just as high a price for freedom as do their active duty husbands or wives. Perhaps the price they pay is even higher. Dying in service to our country isn't nearly as hard as loving someone who has died in service to our country and having to live without them.
God bless our military spouses for All they freely give!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Jacksonville was our 8th choice just because we thought we weren't ready for the east coast yet. Our goal was to not get back to the same duty station twice, until we were forced to. As it turns out, we were forced to. I guess all the front-runners for John's peer group were sent to be CHENGS -Chief Engineers, the people that make the ships run. John was #1 (excuse my horn-tooting) in his class and, so to a broke-ass friggate we go...
I'm afraide we're going to enjoy Jacksonville and not want to leave. I really want to make the most of the nomadic life-style we signed up for and then be able to settle a little when the kids are in high school. We'll see how that works out...
Time to do the SmartWeb Move stuff!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
It doesn't sound like a big deal...but it is when you consider the fact that he'll be deploying soon. He will be away from his boys, the loves of his life, for 6 months (at least...not counting work-ups and subsequent deployments within our 18 month tour). I am starting to cringe at the thought. I cried last night thinking about how it will affect Turner. When John comes home from work now, Turner rips off John's cover and throws it. Any time John is in uniform, Turner has a hard time making sense of the situation -especially if John is just home for lunch. What makes it hard is that Turner's at the age where Daddy = Buddy. It just gets confusing for him since he doesn't understand time. "Yes, Turner, Daddy is coming home but not for 21 more weeks." All he hears is "yes" but daddy doesn't walk in the door that night, again.
Will Ollie even understand? He'll know Daddy's gone but will have no way to express his feelings. It's killing me. BUT, I have to get in to a better frame of mind. I know any stress will be projected on the kids. There will be no crying at the fence (well, I only cried at night), no whining. Just a lot of hugs and kiss for my boys and empathy for my husband. He is a better person that I will ever be. I could never leave my kids, even if it was a direct order. There aren't many people, aside from the brave people that serve our country, that can leave their babies and not complain.
I promise to never, again, said "Must be nice..." He might get a break during lunch, or get to go to the gym more than I do...but he's got the harder job. By far.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Gifts for Turner
trampoline (I'm anticipating lots of indoor time this winter)
rocker for his reading corner in his room
tons of Thomas stuff from our Day Out with Thomas
an Elmo doctor kit
play food for his shopping cart
a velcro mit and ball
stocking stuffers (dinosaurs, random plastic animals, an Army helment, small toys)
Gifts for Eli
Laugh and Learn Kitchen (which also doubles for an additional toy for Turner!)
a cool rattle ball that he can push around since he's crawling!
lots of other random toys I found
more spoons! E loves some Sassy brand flexible spoons!
We've put up the few decos we owned and I just raided Marshalls and TJMaxx with the dream of finding Potterybarn-esque things. I'm making my PB-ish wreath. It's $100 bucks right now so I paid $19.99 for a real (huge) plain wreath from the NEX. I bought small and large red and silver glass ornaments ($8 for all) that I'm going to stick on with floral wiring. Cute for now...until I can pretend PB is going to have a blow-out sale and I'll get the really pretty wreath I want!
Now, it's on to creative, inexpensive, decorations for the rest of the house...until I get to go after-Christmas shopping!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
- my awesome and crazy babies
- a life that is painfully boring and busy in the same minute
- wine (that I am enjoying right now...on my anniversary...with a babe on a boob)
- my husband whom I would be worse off without
- my friends, those lucky few, that keep me going when I need it
- the internet...so thankful
- the illusion I believe to be sleep
- my family
I'm just thankful for all the opportunities in my life. My family takes me back in even though I miss so much by living so far away. My friends let me pick up conversations where they left off, no matter when we last spoke. My husband appreciates and loves me despite my nurosis. Best of all, my boys love me unconditionally - no matter what.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
(this post stayed in "edit" mode a little too long!)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I remember when he was probably 6 months old he made the sign for milk. John was in Hawaii and I was home, alone, with Turn. I had given him his bath and was changing him and all of the sudden, with both hands, he made the "milk" sign. I was so excited, I called everyone. The sign for milk eventually turnerd into the word "na" and it's been the word for milk since. He's two and still says "na!" in the morning. Well, now he says "warm na!"
Little words like "mama" and "dada" were easy firsts for him. We really pushed "up" so he didn't whine at our feet.
Around 18 months, we noticed the words just started tumbling out. We were moving across the country and Turner was just babbling away. It was around then that he stopped using signs and started just saying the word. He still uses the sign for please and we're not sure why. I think it's because he says "sees" instead of "please" and he knows it's not right.
Just in the last few weeks he's started working on syllables. He's got Ramone, the car, from the movie Cars and used to call him "Mone." Last night he said "Ra Mone." He surprised me when he said "ellafant" instead of "phant." My favorite is "Foss da Chain" (Thomas the Train). Lately, he's been getting in to directions. I was trying to be a fun mommy and rake leaves around the bottom of his slide when he says "Mommy, put down." He's also a fan of "Mommy, sit here" and "Daddy, sit on floor."
The funniest word happened when he asked for "more porn." He likes popcorn and I guess that's what came out!
"Turner did it!"
"Turner penis, mommy parts" is what he says when we take a shower together.
"I see you, and I love you" -John taught him to do the sniper two fingers for "I see you/target/whatever" and Turner says this when you do the two fingers.
I just love hearing his sweet voice say "I luh loo, Mom" and even his little teenager-style, matter-of-fact "No." I know sometimes behavior gets a little more difficult to navigate when more words and cognition are involved, but I really look forward to the day when I can ask Turner a question and he can tell me all about what he's doing.
Monday, November 17, 2008
The boys had a contest last night. They were trying to see who could wake up the most. Eli started it and then Turner evened the score out. Eli pulled ahead two more times and then Turner made up with a grand slam. Neither had anything wrong with them. Diapers clean? Check. Fed? Check. Teeth? Nope. WTF?
I knew it was truely a case of the Monday's when I rounded the corner in to the kitchen and realized we hadn't loaded the dishwasher. Damn. And I'm still in the same pants (at least I sorta showered) as Sunday? Crap.
On a good note, though, I finally pulled the trigger and bought tickets to go to my sister's wedding in Land O' this weekend. I dunno, I guess I was waiting for some divine intervention to tell me I should go. Not that I didn't want to. Just travelling with kids, the price of tickets. That and, well, she finally made up her damn mind about the plans! Tickets are non-refundable, you know?
Friday, November 14, 2008
We hit traffic, I said "Let's just go back..."
Get to WF and I nursed Ollie for a minute and thought "Hmmm, that man in the car facing us is just staring...weird..."
Put Ollie in his suit (for the cold weather!) and in the Mei Tai and saw the GPS and thought "Eh, whatever..."
While we were shopping, Nern did some business so John had to go back out to the truck to get diaper, etc.
Done shopping, ate some yummy treats and we walk back out to the truck.
Uh oh. Smashed window. We both immediately knew what happened. The GPS was yanked.
We NEVER leave it in the winshield and I'm pretty sure if I would have just went with my gut we wouldn't have been at WF until 7:30. Good thing our insurance is great. Everything is taken care of and we're just waiting to hear what's covered. John just switched the deductible to $100! The window is getting fixed today
I'm just thankful that we didn't walk out on the break-in. Everyone is fine and it's just material stuff.
Next time I have all these "thoughts" we'll just stay home!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I'm super excited for the holidays this year. No travelling. At all. Unless New Jersey is going to rain free money, I'm not budging.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Song for a Fifth Child
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
--Ruth Hulburt Hamilton