Tuesday, September 29, 2009


"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" Mary Anne Radmacher

I will try and remember this at the end of the day.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sunday- Not so much

After sitting in the Coliseum chairs for two hours, visiting, cooking, baking, and everything else this weekend- I was spent.
All of Sunday seemed like a blur that I couldn't decide if it passed too quick, or not quick enough.
All I kept thinking was how bad I needed to lay down, and how it wasn't happening for me.
That evening a series of unfortunate events transpired that put the topper on my day.
- I am standing in the kitchen cleaning up dinner, and Carter comes running in "Mama, poop!" As he is walking to me, shit is falling out of his over sized underwear. (Note to self: design underwear exactly like the Gerber trainers, that actually fit a 18 month old runt.)
-Chris scoots Carter off to the bathroom, I clean up the shit. (beginning to look like a theme for the week)
- I start to mop the kitchen floor real quick like before I actually get to sit down, and Carter comes running it declaring victory over the toilet "POTTY PRIZE MAMA!"
- Carter's feet come out from under him on the wet floor. Since I just took the gate down between rooms, I have to say- I really didn't see that coming.
- I settles him down, check him over tell him that is why he is not allowed in my kitchen- return to kitchen to grab his snack.
- Carter follows me, this time face plants on the floor. Busts open top and bottom lips. Grrr.
- I calm him down again, get ice pack, yadda yadda- decide every one is tired and maybe I should just give him an early bath.
- Proceed to slip while leaning over the tub. Twist my stomach up so bad that I start puking.
- Throw in the towel.

In a matter of an hour I cleaned up, shit, blood, puke and piss.
What a difference a day makes.
Have a busy week ahead, working a few extra hours, FRG meeting, school work ect. ect.
Working on personal moral for the week...

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Saturday- "Surprise!"

The MWR sold Disney on Ice tickets for $17 bucks, so I bought two. When Chris' family said they were coming I decided it would be nice for me and Gram to take him.
I had been telling Cart all morning that we were going for a surprise. He didn't quite know what I was talking about, but it didn't take long for him to figure out what surprise meant once we got there.

Of course, half of the fun is running the halls before the show starts.

Grandma, of course, wanted to buy him a souvenir. I was always taught that getting to go to the show was a treat in itself, but who am I to argue when someone wants to do something nice for my kid.

The look of awe on his little face is priceless. Once the show started, out of no where, he would say "SURPRISE" and give me a hug- just to let me know that he liked his surprise.

He sat for the whole show, yelled "bye-bye" at the end, and even got to throw pennies in the wishing fountain on our way to the car. I don't know why he likes that so much, but he could stay there all day if I let him.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Friday- Let the wild Rumpus begin!

The kids were CRAZY today. Carter and the kids I babysit for were wild maniacs today. Why? FREEDOM! I took down the gate between the kitchen and the living room and madness ensued. They nearly turned purple from all the running they did. This is definitely going to have its pros and cons, but it is fun for now.

Tonight, Chris family is coming. Grandma, Grandpa, and Eddie haven't made it out yet so it is exciting. We have big plans for Carter tomorrow, Nan is bringing fresh apples to make apple pies for Chris' pre-birthday, and Chris is taking the fam on a tour of the base.

Here is crazy boy mid-rumpus, being silly as anything.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Lunch Time Sunday for the Soul.

I am a huge believer that your attitude makes or breaks any situation, and that most "bad days" are self induced. Yet today, even sharing a Sunday with my favorite little man, proved to be only a temporary cure for this case of bitchiness.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Today's the first day of the rest of my life, and I'm alive and well.

Sundays are my favorite. I love to wake up and make it to the park before anyone else gets there. It is my way of getting closer to God. Look at these guys, how could I help it.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

This is what my Saturday nights have come to.

I don't know why I neglected to post this picture before, but I just love it. It is from last month.
I took a break from some homework to chat on the phone and I was browsing pictures as I was talking. I have been really working my butt off lately, and I am happy with my progress so far.
By the way, yesterday I hit 26 weeks, officially in the third trimester. Starting to shit my pants, but still...Woot Woot.
Stay tuned for my pointless rambling.

Friday, September 18, 2009


Alzheimer's is genetic, and I realize with as much abuse I put my head through during my teenage years- things aren't looking good for me.
So here is my bargain with God: Take what you must Sir, but just leave me my memory of Carter- standing with his pants around his ankles, bent all the way over, waving to the shit is just unloaded in his Elmo undies, yelling, "Hi Poop! Mama, Poop! HIIIIIIII POOOOOP!"

Sunday, September 13, 2009


Carter is everywhere lately. He is repeating EVERYTHING, and his progress on the potty is going good. We are almost completely done with diapers. ***Knock on wood*** Only one or two accidents a day, and he is staying dry at night. Hopefully he doesn't get bored with the novelty of it and revert on me.
He has good days and bad days, I guess like any toddler his age, but mostly I am pretty happy with his behavior these days. The big thing lately is he wants me to carry him everywhere ??? I don't know where that came from, but it is literally becoming painful.
Chris is still having knee problems, but he is coming along. We are STILL waiting for news on his crossrate but it has to be soon. I would just really like to know what is coming in the next couple months. The "not knowing" kind of makes it hard to breath.
I am getting bigger, but not huge yet. I am starting to feel the third trimester coming, 25 weeks so far.
Hopefully some good news soon with plans of when and where we are moving. :)

I'm 19 months old, and it's so funny.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Better than TV... I guess.

8:30 am, and Carter has already had me jam the entire Elmo CD + Boom Boom Pow at least seven times.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

September already.

Well, August came and went wayyyy too fast. It was a easy month, a lot going on, fun, and family oriented. We went to Cleveland, had a week of stay-cation, visited northern Virginia, and Chris' hours have been pretty normal.
The downside, it was H.O.T. I mean, 90+ degrees every single day.
The start of September on the other hand- has been AHHHHHHMazing. Hopefully it stays this way. I remember thinking last year that October was beautiful, so even if it stays hot, there is hope in the near future.

We went to Bluebird Gap farm this morning- fresh air, cool breeze, day off... ***smiles***