Monday, November 30, 2009

My little gaurd dog.

"Don't mess with my Mama!"

Daddy and Cart

Did I mention that someone is getting a little spoiled until Daddy leaves? I caught Chris sleeping with Carter two nights in a row. What a bunch of turds.

Christmas came a little early.

Well, today marks the start of the chaos. Chris will be gone now for about a week, but we have my mom staying with us for help.

She brought out his Christmas gifts so we went ahead and let him have them- considering we don't even know where we will be for Christmas this year.

I think I will start my 365 the day I have the baby. That could be a nice "different" type of scrapbook.
I get my ultrasound today to see how big the baby is, and will be meeting with the doctor on Wednesday to come up with an official game plan. We will see...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Convo with Carter

Carter: Oooh color (as he licks his crayons)
Me: Carter don't eat your crayons!
Carter: D ish ish
Me: No, Carter, it is not delicious.
Carter: Yes Mummeeee d ish ish.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Better for now.

So, I have made it through a couple of really hard days. It seems like my hips just keep popping in and out of socket. One day I am ready to puke from the pain, and the next day I am fine. Today was not too bad, which was good because I got a lot done. So much to do for the move.
Chris is supposed to be home tomorrow for two days, then my mom will be here to stay with me. My goal is pretty much not to be alone for the rest of my pregnancy. I am just too immobile. Sunday night my hip popped out, and if Chris wasn't here, I don't really know how I would have got out of bed.
I have decided not to leave the house alone with Carter anymore, I can't carry him, and if he takes off on me I can't chase him either.
So either Chris gets leave, or my mom and MIL will be getting pretty sick of me, really soon ***fingers crossed for leave*** I can use the quality time before our first deployment.
So, the question of the day. C-section or the old fashion way? This is a decision I will be making by the 2nd, and I just don't know which way to go.

31 days (until official due date)

31 days! SERIOUSLY? I am barely over my crazy phobia that I am going to forget Carter some where, and I am about to be a mother of two? What? Whose idea was that anyways? ;)

Monday, November 16, 2009

Sanity for now.

Carter has officially memorized every one of his 100+ books, and now feels it is not necessary for me to read them to him anymore. Instead he flips through, and babbles about whatever he sees. This is serious business too, he does not like to be interrupted in the middle of a good story.

Stop and smell the flowers.

We have about two weeks of normalcy (well as normal as our lives can be) until the you-know-what hit the fan. Chris will start go in and out and I will be 37 weeks. Deployment, the move, the new baby, and Christmas are all right around the corner. Here we go...

Our Nor'easter

So what I thought was not going to be a big deal, turned pretty ugly. We were super lucky, but our neighborhood was torn up! We were with out power for almost twenty four hours, not bad a pain none the less.
Thursday night was the worst of it, and even with Chris jacked-up F250 he couldn't drive our of our neighborhood because the water was so high. He did get to flex his hillbilly muscle and drag a tree out of the middle of the road so that he was able to come home to be and Cart. Even though he may complain about being stuck in the storm, this was totally a dream come true to put his truck to good work. It was a good thing too, because a half hour later a firetruck needed to get through, so double bonus for him.
I took a couple of pictures the next afternoon- again, we are so lucky. Our street was one of the only ones back here that wasn't completely under water. Our neighbors tree fell on their house, there was a ton of trees down. Anybody with a pier is screwed- you literally could not see the piers in the water. Sheds were floating away.
The pictures don't really show how bad it was, but here are some for your viewing pleasure.

Saturday, November 7, 2009


I don't usually like this cheesy stuff, but it is so true. Thanks Steph.

"AL, this is your life story..."

Lots of moving...
Moving far from home...
Moving two cars, three kids and one dog...all riding with HER of course.
Moving sofas to basements because they won't go in THIS house; Moving curtains that won't fit; Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.
Moving away from friends;
Moving toward new friends;
Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.

Often waiting...
Waiting for housing.
Waiting for orders.
Waiting for deployments.
Waiting for phone calls.
Waiting for reunions.
Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.
Waiting for him to come home,
For dinner...AGAIN!

They call her 'Military Dependent', but she knows better:
She is fiercely In-Dependent.

She can balance a check book;
Handle the yard work;
Fix a noisy toilet;
Bury the family pet...

She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.
She can file the taxes;
Sell a house;
Buy a car;
Or set up a move...
.....all with ONE Power of Attorney.

She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her.
She reinvents her career with every PCS; Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south.
And learns to call them all 'home'.
She MAKES them all home.

Military Wives are somewhat hasty...
They leap into:
Career alternatives,
And friendships.
They don't have 15 years to get to know people.
Their roots are short but flexible.
They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.

Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:
They connect over coffee,
Rely on the spouse network,
Accept offers of friendship and favors.
Record addresses in pencil...

Military Wives have a common bond:
The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique.
He doesn't have a 'JOB'
He has a 'MISSION' that he can't just decide to quit...
He's on-call for his country 24/7.
But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town!
His language is foreign
And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.
She is the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds them together.

A Military Wife has her moments:
She wants to wring his neck;
Dye his uniform pink;
Refuse to move to Siberia;
But she pulls herself together.
Give her a few days,
A travel brochure,
A long hot bath,
A pledge to the flag,
A wedding picture,
And she goes.
She packs.
She moves.
She follows.

What for?
How come?
You may think it is because she has lost her mind.
But actually it is because she has a HEART and a love for her husband,
Who puts duty first,
Who longs to deploy,
Who salutes the flag,
And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband, She will remain his military wife.
And would have it no other way.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Comparing the bellys. 33weeks.

2007 33 weeks prego with Cart:
2009 33 weeks pregnant with Itsy:

Itsy is way lower, and a little further out. I think I am carrying this one like the typical wives tales say you carry girls. Weight wise I am right about on the same track.
Is it even normal to be this huge with seven weeks to go?
Why God, do I have such humongous children?

Bedtime Revamped.

We are going on two weeks of the bedtime blues, and some thing has got to give. We tried to revert back to when he was a baby baby, and "Ferber" the little dude.

We put him to bed, let him cry 5 minutes, then 6, then 7. Umm, yeah- not so much. He would be so worked up he would be in a full on sweat. I don't get what the problem is, my perfect little sleeper has lost his mind. The worst is anything that he thinks may be leading up to bedtime is a fight. Bath time used to be fun, now it is madness. Pajamas=wrestling. Pitiful yes, but it is getting old.

So, we went to plan B. We got rid of all the baby stuff. No more Pooh Nursery. No more crib. No more baby toys. The past three nights he has slept in his firetruck bed, we just sit in there til he falls asleep. The plan is to get a little further away from his bed each night until we are out in the hall. Then to stay for less and less time.

This kills two birds with one stone, because then he won't be giving his crib to the baby- he will already be used to the big boy bed. Hopefully.

So I am pretty happy with how his room looks. Since there is only one bed in there (the other kids beds are gone) there is a lot more room. I cleaned out a ton of toys and gave them to other families that can use them. I printed out firetrucks, fire dogs, Elmo firefighters. It is cheap I know, but we are only going to here for two more months tops.

Cute, Huh?

I think I am nesting, this house is in the process of a overhaul. I am trying to get things organized for the move- what goes to storage, what comes to Cleveland. We just have too much stuff. And WAY too many toys. The books I forgive, but before I cleaned out his room we literally had SIX TOTES full of toys. That is not even counting the toys that are too big to fit in a box. That is far too much for any one child. He has everything he could possibly want. I am grateful for that, but I don't think it is right.
I have whittled it down to three, one for books, one for trucks, and one for the other randoms that I am willing to hold onto. Just in time to get over run again at Christmas time ;)

Sunday, November 1, 2009

November 1st

Whoa! 55 days until Itsy, and Christmas! Man, time flies! I honestly don't think I can wait 55 days- but only time will tell.


We celebrated like crazy this year. I got Carter out as much as possible, and he loved every minute of it. We went to Hunt Club Farm...

Boo at the zoo...

A Halloween Party at the Santon's...

Decorated pumpkins with Daddy....

And even Trick-or-Treating.

Carter surprised me, and actually held his own bag, and walked up to the houses by himself (after I showed him the ropes a bit.) Of course, any house with steps- I needed to go with him too. Chris was on duty, and luckily Mike helped out and took charge of Carter for me, because my big ass could hardly keep up! LOL. I can't even believe how different he is from last year.


Last year this meant nothing to him. It was just fun for me to dress him up like a little turtle, and walk through the motions of the day. This year he ran up to the houses yelling "A-TREAT!" and "TANK TOOOO!" I was so proud of his manners.

He was so pleased with his treat bag too. I can pretty much get him to do anything at this point if bribe with a treat.

I am lacking on pictures of Boo at the Zoo, and trick-or-treating because I was in it alone this year, but just assume it was adorable. ;)

And of course, I picked out a super cute, fleece, Lion costume- and it was 85 degrees outside. Um yeahhh. So I ended up with a Lion, Dumbo, and a Cowboy. ??? I bought Dumbo just because it was cheap, and I thought he would love it- I was wrong about that. He loves looking at it, but it is a little big, and too much going on around his face. Then Chris made a last minute trip to Walmart looking for a Halloween t-shirt to wear since his lion costume was going to be too hot. He found a cowboy t-shirt for 5 bucks and swooped it up.

Once it was evening I put Carter in his lion top, but not bottoms, and I couldn't really have him wear his hood either. Oh well.

I have some professional pics coming my way.

At least he like wearing it around the house.