Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Many times I have no one else to help out, so keeping him on schedule makes my life beautiful. Having him sleep in his own bed with no questions asked is a gift I gave myself.
This is how it has been for the last 20 months.
Saturday night he walked himself to bed, gave kisses, rolled over and was quiet before I even closed his door. I was literally bragging on the phone about how nice bedtime is around here, and how proud I am of the way he behaves.
30 minutes of quiet, then sudden bloody murder screams from his bedroom. Something scared the shit out of this kid, and I have no idea what. But every nap time and bedtime since Saturday night has been a nightmare.
This isn't the usual "I don't want to go to bed" tantrum. This is full on, "I am so scared I am going to shit my pants" crying.
I have put in a nightlight.
I have tried talking to him about it.
I have rocked him till he was sleepy.
Last night he had real tears just watching me get out his PJs. Chin quivering, lip curling, whimpering tears. I told him it wasn't bed time, we were just getting ready and I got the most pitiful "Oh tayyyy," you have ever heard.
I literally peeled him off of me and listened for an hours worth of "MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!" I had tears in my eyes listening to it.
Chris was finally here to witness the mess and he couldn't believe how bad it really is. He imagined I was exaggerating, or Carter was just flexing his baby muscles to see how far we would let him go, but that is not what he is doing at all.
After an hour Chris finally went and laid on Carter's floor next to his crib until he fell asleep. Something we have never had to do before.
I am at a loss.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Okay, so this place was amazing! A little expensive but so much fun. There was a ton to do, some of it too old for Carter, but still plenty to entertain. He picked out his own pumpkin, road a hayride, and mingled with baby goats, sheep, and bunnies. There were chickens, peacocks, rabbits, and dogs running loose throughout the whole farm, and a kiddie DJ. We had so much fun this morning!
Friday, October 23, 2009
This is me 31 weeks pregnant with Itsy:
Not much of a difference, I weigh about the same. So what is the problem? Why am I so unbelievably miserable?
FINALLY- after complaining to the doctor for months now, shit hit the fan at my last appointment and I broke down crying. FINALLY, someone at the Navy Medical Center Portsmouth decided to get their head out of their ass and give me an actual exam.
After I delivered my ten pound hunka-hunka burning love, I was unable to walk for eight weeks. Because my pelvic bone shifted, and literally opened up. Like in this picture.
At this point I am going through the motions of my day, just trying to make it to full term- but I am seriously doubting my ability. I have literally never felt so shitty. I am booking an appointment for a massage damn it.
Monday, October 19, 2009
middle names (girl)
My picks are: Ellie for a girl, and I like Jace or Bronne for a boy. Chris and me both agree on Tucker, which I like I just don't know if I am in love with it.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
On the upside, Mommy and Daddy took Chooch on a date to see "Wild Sings" - as Carter puts it. We all loved it. He is just fascinated with that story right now, and the humor in the movie was super dry- I could watch it over and over.
Tiff made another trip down and we got to do some visiting last night. It was great to see her as usual, and we met some of her family that lives out here too. They were pretty awesome. Carter had a playmate just his size, and I am happy so say- he showed everyone his good side last night.
It is not even 4:00pm here, but it has basically been dark all day, and I feel ready for bed already.
Gearing up for Monday...
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends i still can recall
Some are dead and some are livingIn my life i've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When i think of love as something new
Though i know i'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
We threw some things in the car and as soon as they picked up the kiddos we were on a road trip. It was a good time of year to drive through the mountains...
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I couldn't wrap your gift, you already have him. You know- the looker with a squared away uniform who does so much on the Vinson. And you might as well know now: I’m going to want that present back in a few years, so don’t get too attached. Enjoy him, treat him wisely, he's precious.
On your big day, please accept my gratitude for securing our freedom and my thanks for continuing to defend it. Here’s to another couple hundred years of rolling along. Hooyah!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
He ate dinner, sang to me in the tub, climbed into his Dumbo PJs, and curled up on the couch with his new favorite book.
I scored this book at a book exchange this past week, and I love it. "I Love You Stinky Face" If you haven't read it to your kids, check it out- it is super cute.
Anyways, all in all it was a good day. I am exhausted, but a good day.
And Happy Birthday Chris, sorry you had duty today, but we will make up for it. :)
I don't know what happened here, but I used to love being pregnant. I literally delivered Carter, and wished to be pregnant immediately. But I am over it.
This entire pregnancy has been puke-fest 2009. I piss myself every fucking time I puke. Sometimes I piss myself for no good reason. I violently throw up like it is my job, but yet I gain weight.
I am swollen- all over.
I am fat and out of shape.
I used to work out religiously while I was pregnant with Carter and afterwards. Now any effort I put forth to maintain my health ie: walking, yoga, stretching, weights- makes me out of breath two seconds into it. And I swear I believe things could break that I didn't even know could break... until now.
I get out of breath from talking too much.
By the end of the night I sit on ice-packs.
I cry rolling over in the middle of the night because things hurt so bad.
I am so fucking over this.
p.s. -I threw up in my mouth four times today.