Saturday, October 31, 2009


I had the best day with my little buddy. I may not be walking tomorrow, but he had fun, so it was worth it. I will update more tomorrow. :)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I knew pride was a deadly sin!

I am seriously hardcore about keeping Carter on a schedule with nap time and bedtime. With the exception of when he was first born, he has literally never spent the night in our bed. He has never napped with me. I do not rock him to sleep. I keep a bedtime routine, it keeps me sane.
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.
Until now.
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

The dictionary of Carter:

Tank toooo: Thank you

Ur gelcum: Your welcome

I love his manners.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Hunt Club Farm

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

Following up major negativity with my bright side:

Two things Carter is a fan of...


...and the Black Eyed Peas.

My Bitch for the Day.

Here is me 31 weeks pregnant with Carter:

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.

Good news, it happened again! ***feel that sarcasm*** Only this time I get to put up with it getting progressively worse day by day, and then max out when I delivered Giant Itsy.
On the plus side, at least I have a diagnosis and a reason why I cry when I roll over in bed, but seriously? Seriously???
I guess this was unavoidable, but I have been complaining for three months that I have had more that what I consider normal pain. Ironically, the same woman who diagnosed me with Carter (the day I was going to be discharged after being told "I am fine,") is the same woman who diagnosed me this time. That medical center needs some serious help.
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

Baby Names:

This is what I have come up with. Me and Chris are not seeing eye to eye this time around.



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


I was so looking forward to this weekend (and the next two to come for that matter) because there is so much to do right now, and Carter is at such a fun age for it all. But the weather totally rained on my parade. No airshow, no pumpkin patch, BOOOOOOOOO! We will have to fit those is elsewhere.
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

"The road of excess leads to a place of wisdom."

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

There are places i'll remember
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

Spontaneous fun!

This post is a little late, but I have been busy, busy, busy. Friday afternoon at like 4pm Chris turns to me and says "After the kids go home, let's drive back to Cleveland." Chris hasn't been home in three years, I have made every trip by myself, and we had a three day weekend so...

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...

We drove straight through (ten hours) and made it to Gramma's at 5:00 am on Saturday. We slept til about 8:30am and started the fun. Carter discovered the harmonica- it is most definitely going to be a stocking stuffer this year.

We had Nan's apartment to ourselves for a day, so instead of trying to bop all over Cleveland we had everyone come over there. I seriously couldn't sit in the car all day- I was in pain, and exhausted, but so happy to be home. I got to see Lily's big blue eyes for the second time ever...

...and Cassidy showed off his many faces. This one was his "sexy face" as he called it. I fucking laughed 'til I cried.

Even Sean made it out to the east side, and I discovered just how much of a Daddy' girl Lil really is.

Saturday was pretty full, I visited with Sean, Jen, the kids, Butchie, Deb, and Dar. Sunday was reserved for Chris' family. They were having a birthday party for baby Mads (who we were yet to meet) and a Surprise 50th Birthday for Aunt Wendy. We didn't tell anyone we were coming, we just showing up, and they were shocked! Carter had THE MOST fun at the party. His family really knows how to make that kid laugh. It gave me good perspective on the benefits of moving home for a couple of months, and I honestly feel much better about it.
Sunday was another loooonnnnnng day, but really good. I guess I am just getting too big/tired to wear myself so thin, but it was fun anyways. For the first time ever I pawned my kid off on Gramma and said "I just can't have him climb on me one more time..." Ahhhh- the benefits of family.
So, all in all it was a jammed pack weekend with lots of fun, but two days is just not enough. We missed out on visiting with couple of VIPs, but no one had any notice that we were coming, so I can't expect everyone to just drop everything for us. Anyways, me and the kids will be home in just about two months, Chris will be on tour- so it was important that he got to visit his family.
I discovered the ride isn't that bad (when you aren't doing alone with a toddler) but I had to get creative to entertain Carter. We made silly faces in the camera, and he got to see himself. He thought it was really funny for about a half hour.
Silly boy...
Scared face...
Surprisingly, even Daddy played along!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Carter's feeling the blues...

Happy Birthday Navy

Happy birthday Navy, you look pretty good for 234. You might be a little frayed at the edges, but that’s to be expected.
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!
(Lifted from Leftface)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Date day:

Since Carter is stuck in the house (or confined to just our yard) all week with me while I work, it has become my mission to get him out and about on our days off. The rest of the days are pretty routine, and by the end of the day I have been pretty low energy- so I love our alone time.

Today was our date day. I told him we were going to the farm, and he was so excited.
It was pretty gloomy by our house, but I was determined anyways. When we crossed the water the sun came out, and it actually turned out to be a beautiful day.

We made friends with frogs,

and got acquainted with the horse.
He actually decided the llama was his favorite today, "Heyy Llama!" but it was in the barn and didn't make for a good pic.

We spent about an hour there, came home and had a living room picnic (his fave) then had nap time. Even I got nap time.

I took him to the park after nap time and he made friends on the jungle gym. It is so funny how kids just walk up, say hi, and play together. I wish I could do that.

We kicked the ball around the yard when we got home.
This pic is from a couple days ago, but you should see this kid dribble a ball. I can't wait to get him started in soccer. He is going to LOVE it.

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. :)

Watch where you are walking, you wouldn't want to step on an F-bomb

If you don't want way too much info, quit reading here...
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.

Attempting Conversation with a 19 month old

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

28 weeks

Carter- lovin' the belly.


At least twice a month, I used to get the perfect picture out of Carter. You know, the one I would want to frame. But anymore, Carter sees the camera coming and this is what I get...

he looks angry, but he is actually yelling "cheese!" and throwing his head backwards. This kid is seriously silly.