Alternately titled, Birth Control.
A few things you need to know before reading this:
1. Given no constraints, I prefer to sleep from 10:30pm to 7:30am. I had the grand pleasure of discovering that one glorious summer in Okinawa. Ahhh, the good ol' days.
2. Despite also needing a lot of sleep on a regular basis, Wyatt went to bed an hour late last night and then it was only after having gotten himself so worked up about taking a shower instead of a bath that he puked. And of course he'd hardly eaten any dinner.
3. I sleep with a monitor for each kid within a foot of my pillow.
What went down:
1:25 am: Millie starts whining. My first thought is to let Jeff take her out, then I remember that he's briefing a General today and also flying which trumps my sleep. I take Millie downstairs and let her out.
1:29: Millie's in; I check on Natalie for signs of wakefulness/middle of the night feed. She's out.
1:35: back in bed; drifting back to sleep.
1:45: Wyatt stirs; the sleep talk involves "Daddy, Mommy.....can I have something to eat." My mind is turning and calculating that yes, he's probably pretty hungry. Drift back to sleep.
1:55: Natalie's awake. Go downstairs to make the bottle.
2:03: While feeding Natalie, hear Wyatt start yelling for me. Realize he's fully awake and start coming up with a plan of action.
2:15: Natalie's back in bed; Wyatt has stopped yelling. Decide to take care of everything at once and go back downstairs to get Wyatt a snack. Decide on a slice of bread - not exciting enough to become a habit but filling enough to get him through.
2:18: Walk into Wyatt's room and promptly knock over a plastic bucket full of God knows what toys. It's loud. He sits upright in bed and immediately starts whining for something to eat. Feeling like a supermom, I offer up the bread.
2:19: He starts crying about how he doesn't want bread because it will be messy on his hands. He wants a fruit snack or maybe some Jell0.
2:20: I'm still trying to explain that we don't have any fruit snacks and that Jello is messier than the bread. The bread is his only option. He concedes the point and asks me to put the bread on his nightstand. He then asks me to cuddle with him.
2:25: He's settled down, I crawl out of his bed.
2:27: Ahhhh, back in bed. Beautiful sleep.
4:00: Wyatt cries out once, just enough to wake me. Drift back to sleep.
4:15: Natalie starts fussing. Go check on her and find her head against the bumper. Move her so she can go back to sleep.
4:40: Natalie wakes again. Get up and go check on her. Again. She's awfully awake and acting a little hungry. Take her with me to go mix another bottle.
4:45: Feeding Natalie in her room; she falls asleep in my arms. I put her back in bed.
4:46: She's not asleep. Pick her up again, rock her until she's asleep then put her back in bed.
4:55: Finally get back into bed.
5:30: Husband's alarm. Hear the shower and see lights in the bathroom.
5:59: Husband kisses me goodbye, thinking I'm asleep. Muster a "good luck" for him; he apologizes for waking me. Fall back to sleep within seconds.
6:15: Natalie stirs.
6:20: Wyatt yells for me. I try the ignore and hope he goes back to sleep method.
6:45: Realize Natalie is asleep but Wyatt will not fall for it. We're up for the day.
6:46: Go to Wyatt's room, he asks for his bread from his nightstand and then starts crying because it's "too bumpy." It's going to be a great day.
And all of this after I told Jeff last night, "I never mind holding Natalie in the middle of the night because I feel like I don't get to hold her enough, but it will sure be nice when both kids are in bed at 8:30 and not awake again until 6:30 or 7."
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Done. And Never to be Done Again.
On my list of things I never need to do again: Chuck E. Cheese, where a kid can be overwhelmed and the parents can be completely skeeved. Jeff and I were supposed to have date night tonight, but our sitter cancelled so we figured we'd come up with a family outing. Since it's raining and cool here, the park was out and we somehow settled upon a first trip to the magical arcade we both remembered from our childhood.
After about two minutes, I realized why my parents didn't offer to take me more often when I was a kid. That place is miserable. Now I'm sure that some are better than others, depending on the local clientele and the day you go and the time you get there, etc., etc. but I'll never be going back to find out if ours has a "better time." It was so loud that when Jeff said something about it reminding him of the eighties, I thought he'd said we were in Hades. Of course he was right either way.
Wyatt actually enjoyed the pizza but all he really wanted to do was crawl through the giant rat tubes that ran through the center of the place above all the games. Jeff made up something about how they weren't letting kids his age or size or maybe both into the tubes and that we'd have to save that for "next time." Wyatt, bless his sweet three-year-old heart, looked mildly dejected but then conceded the tubes. We spent our time (and tokens because we brilliantly bought a coupon package deal) at skee ball and the duck punch game. We came away with 91 tickets, which translated to five miniature tootsie pops and a plastic dragonfly.
The most disturbing things about Chuck E. Cheese today:
1. Chuck E. Cheese is a rat - a really large, perpetually smiling rat - who sings to kids and hawks pizza. Whose brainchild was that and why does it seem to work? He's like the antithesis of the old Pied Piper or something.
2. Grown men (and we're talking large, muscular men) competitively playing arcade games with their four-year olds because they want to max out their tickets and win the *awesome* Chuck E. Cheese prizes. I mean, haven't you always wanted a gumball machine or a giant four square ball with the rat on it?
3. The little girl who was lost for at least ten minutes. She wandered by our table once crying and alone, the next time she was with a staff member and still crying. Seriously? Who takes their kid someplace like that and doesn't become more mindful of where their child is? This girl's parents were obviously not searching like mad for her.
4. The children (eleven years old, maybe?) who were crawling up the skee ball ramp to reach under the plexiglas and hand place their balls into the 50,000 point ring so they could get a billion tickets. It's disturbing because their parents were encouraging it.
5. The five-year old boy who, when Wyatt accidentally cut in front of him to play yet another round of skee ball, got in Wyatt's face and said, "hey, boy!" in a tone sounding suspiciously like gang members in a bad movie. Nothing like going toe to toe with a kindergartener.
6. The woman who rolled in wearing a spandex, zebra print shirt and skinny jeans (both a few sizes too small) with her zebra striped stilettos and bright red lipstick.
7. The copious amounts of kids running all over the entire arcade barefoot. It's worse than grocery store feet, it's Chuck E. Cheese feet.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure some of the other parents were thinking the same things we were. I could tell by the deer in headlights look in their eyes. But the rest of them? They were there to get their money's worth from the rat. I'm seriously hoping that Wyatt will erase that place from his mind; I wish I could fully erase it from mine.
After about two minutes, I realized why my parents didn't offer to take me more often when I was a kid. That place is miserable. Now I'm sure that some are better than others, depending on the local clientele and the day you go and the time you get there, etc., etc. but I'll never be going back to find out if ours has a "better time." It was so loud that when Jeff said something about it reminding him of the eighties, I thought he'd said we were in Hades. Of course he was right either way.
Wyatt actually enjoyed the pizza but all he really wanted to do was crawl through the giant rat tubes that ran through the center of the place above all the games. Jeff made up something about how they weren't letting kids his age or size or maybe both into the tubes and that we'd have to save that for "next time." Wyatt, bless his sweet three-year-old heart, looked mildly dejected but then conceded the tubes. We spent our time (and tokens because we brilliantly bought a coupon package deal) at skee ball and the duck punch game. We came away with 91 tickets, which translated to five miniature tootsie pops and a plastic dragonfly.
The most disturbing things about Chuck E. Cheese today:
1. Chuck E. Cheese is a rat - a really large, perpetually smiling rat - who sings to kids and hawks pizza. Whose brainchild was that and why does it seem to work? He's like the antithesis of the old Pied Piper or something.
2. Grown men (and we're talking large, muscular men) competitively playing arcade games with their four-year olds because they want to max out their tickets and win the *awesome* Chuck E. Cheese prizes. I mean, haven't you always wanted a gumball machine or a giant four square ball with the rat on it?
3. The little girl who was lost for at least ten minutes. She wandered by our table once crying and alone, the next time she was with a staff member and still crying. Seriously? Who takes their kid someplace like that and doesn't become more mindful of where their child is? This girl's parents were obviously not searching like mad for her.
4. The children (eleven years old, maybe?) who were crawling up the skee ball ramp to reach under the plexiglas and hand place their balls into the 50,000 point ring so they could get a billion tickets. It's disturbing because their parents were encouraging it.
5. The five-year old boy who, when Wyatt accidentally cut in front of him to play yet another round of skee ball, got in Wyatt's face and said, "hey, boy!" in a tone sounding suspiciously like gang members in a bad movie. Nothing like going toe to toe with a kindergartener.
6. The woman who rolled in wearing a spandex, zebra print shirt and skinny jeans (both a few sizes too small) with her zebra striped stilettos and bright red lipstick.
7. The copious amounts of kids running all over the entire arcade barefoot. It's worse than grocery store feet, it's Chuck E. Cheese feet.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure some of the other parents were thinking the same things we were. I could tell by the deer in headlights look in their eyes. But the rest of them? They were there to get their money's worth from the rat. I'm seriously hoping that Wyatt will erase that place from his mind; I wish I could fully erase it from mine.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Six Thousand Words
A few of my favorite pictures from this week - of course they're of my favorite subjects.
What? You didn't think I'd forget Millie, did you?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Randoms From Today
We went bowling. Wyatt proceeded to tell everyone that he went bowling and that was his present. Turns out it was, seeing as how we didn't even give him the gift we had stashed away. Between the birthday goodies from family and the balloons from his friends, he's sure it was a plentiful day.
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As I put him down for his nap, I told Wyatt "happy napping, my three-year old." He sat bolt upright and asked, "Mommy, I still be three when I wake up?"
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I felt like I was in a flashback episode of The Sopranos today at the pool. The other two kids in the little pool were Anthony and Carmella. I made sure to stay on their good sides.
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We captured a lightning bug tonight in Wyatt's brand-spanking-new bug bungalow. We turned out all the lights and laid on the family room floor waiting for the little critter to light up. Turns out he never did but those few minutes with Jeff, Wyatt and me huddled together in the twilight were magical.
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Next year someone needs to remind me that Wyatt doesn't actually need a cake. I should just heap the frosting on a plate, let him decorate it and then dig in. It reminds me that I had such serious frosting cravings when I was pregnant with him that I finally broke down and bought myself a 1/32 sheet cake. It was so good!
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Last year on his birthday, Wyatt could barely string three words together. This year, he talked on the phone to his aunts, cousins and grandparents with minimal parental supervision. When I look at how much he's learning every single day, it's really no wonder that sometimes it's just too much for him to remember his manners, too.
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As Wyatt went upstairs for bed, I said, "I'm so glad you're my baby." He promptly replied, "kid." I stand corrected, for he is certainly a kid these days. Tomorrow I'll remind him he'll always be my first baby, no matter how old he gets.
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As I put him down for his nap, I told Wyatt "happy napping, my three-year old." He sat bolt upright and asked, "Mommy, I still be three when I wake up?"
**********
I felt like I was in a flashback episode of The Sopranos today at the pool. The other two kids in the little pool were Anthony and Carmella. I made sure to stay on their good sides.
**********
We captured a lightning bug tonight in Wyatt's brand-spanking-new bug bungalow. We turned out all the lights and laid on the family room floor waiting for the little critter to light up. Turns out he never did but those few minutes with Jeff, Wyatt and me huddled together in the twilight were magical.
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Next year someone needs to remind me that Wyatt doesn't actually need a cake. I should just heap the frosting on a plate, let him decorate it and then dig in. It reminds me that I had such serious frosting cravings when I was pregnant with him that I finally broke down and bought myself a 1/32 sheet cake. It was so good!
**********
Last year on his birthday, Wyatt could barely string three words together. This year, he talked on the phone to his aunts, cousins and grandparents with minimal parental supervision. When I look at how much he's learning every single day, it's really no wonder that sometimes it's just too much for him to remember his manners, too.
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As Wyatt went upstairs for bed, I said, "I'm so glad you're my baby." He promptly replied, "kid." I stand corrected, for he is certainly a kid these days. Tomorrow I'll remind him he'll always be my first baby, no matter how old he gets.
Three.
Dear Wyatt,
How did you get to be three? It's been an interesting year, kiddo. You're still my little guy, but you're just turning into such a boy that your toddlerhood is turning into some sort of foggy memory. Just yesterday we watched the video of Daddy's surprise return back in February and already I see such changes in you. Your conversational skills are impressive. You hear things once and then all of a sudden you're repeating them, in the appropriate context, to someone else. Thank goodness the worst word you use is poop. I'll congratulate you, your dad and myself on that one. I think it's probably divine intervention that worse language hasn't emerged from your little lips.
I was trying to think of things that you used to do but don't anymore, now that you're three. I'm happy to say that sometime in the last few months, you've started keeping your shoes on. Hallelujah! I got so tired of always. putting. shoes. back. on. you. in the car, in shopping carts, all over creation. So thanks for that, buddy. And I am particularly impressed that you now take your shoes off as soon as you get into the house and, more often than not, put them in the shoe cabinet where they belong.
You have become such a fantastic big brother. It's kind of hard to believe that you were the only child a year ago; Natalie was merely a figment of our imaginations. But now she's here and you act as though you can't remember life any other way. Maybe you can't, now that I think of it. I'm not really sure what your memory span is. Either way, you make us so proud by being so loving to her. I asked you yesterday what your favorite thing about Natalie is and you said, "playing with her." Too funny, since she's pretty immobile. You work hard to get her attention (so hard that meals suffer) when we're all at the table. Then you turn to me and tell me that Natalie smiled at you. I really hope you always love her this way and will work so hard to make her smile. I can tell she already thinks her big brother hung the moon because she does, indeed, beam from ear to ear when she sees you.
You still love any sort of ball and you have a massive collection of all types and colors. Somehow you never think you have enough, though, and will always ask for more when we see them. We rarely cave since our house might be overrun as it is.
You love, love, LOVE your bed and beg to show it off to anyone who comes over. You also still refuse to get out of it without one of us being there to tell you it's okay. You hoard a million toys in there - stuffed animals, books, your little license plate, train cars and cargo, plastic bracelets, balls, tubes - you name it, it's there. Yet even with all that stuff, you get sad if you realize you can't find your nana when it's time for sleep. Tiger, hedgehog and birdie bird are your recurring favorite stuffed animals, with Tiger always being at the top of the list. He's your go-to guy.
Your favorite thing to do is move objects from one container to another. You are still playing with a box of penne pasta that you've had for more than two weeks. It's currently divided between a laundry basket and an old formula container. I find random penne all over the house, but it makes you so happy to pretend it's cookies or some other item you've "cooked." As for real cooking, you help make the coffee every morning, dutifully counting the scoops, dumping it into the filter and then pressing the button to start it. It turns out you're also really good at running out to get the paper off the driveway. You ask me every day to save the bag for you - I always do - because you can think of a million things to store in it.
You love airplanes, always requesting to watch for them when we go to the commissary and as we drive past the airport up the road. We got to see five jets take off and three land today after our grocery run and that just about makes your day. You are always pretty sure that it must be Daddy, or maybe Jaws. Today you thought it might also be Sammy and Julie's daddy, so I think you're starting to figure out the whole Air Force thing. You also tell us that you want to be a pilot and that you want to fly Eagles. I wonder if this is how Daddy used to be.
You love the park ("the one in our neighborhood"), you're very tolerant of our trips to the Y, you love Costco for the samples, Trader Joe's for the balloons and Target for it's fancy carts. You've requested that we go bowling for your birthday and have said that will be your present.
You're just like Daddy in that you've never met a stranger. You're pretty sure that all adults and children alike want to be your pal. You try to hold hands with just about everyone; you think all the neighbors are out there for your entertainment. And maybe they are; they let you get away with almost anything, like the other night when John let you use his broom to play in his sprinklers.
You love to snuggle and often request to cuddle with one of us. You give fantastic squeezy hugs, lots of impromptu kisses and often tell us out of the blue that you love us. You're sure that anytime Daddy and I hug, it should become a family activity and you wind yourself around our legs. We laugh about it every time. You're starting to be nicer to Millie, often asking if we can take her out to play in the afternoons. And you're getting really good about feeding her twice a day then yelling, "Millie! Your breakfast is ready!" You always put your hand up by your mouth as you shout, as if it helps the sound carry.
Isaac is still your best friend and you point out his neighborhood every time we drive by. You enjoy talking on the phone and will walk around the house holding it, just like I do. You love to dance, you sing silly songs with me, you know all the words to "Call My Name" by Third Day and you keep asking me what the songs on the radio are about and who's singing them. It's like you already sense my weakness in the music trivia category.
Most importantly, you keep me on my toes all day, every day. You are an inquisitive, sensitive, loving, rambunctious, ornery boy and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you and can't wait to read what I write about you in another year.
Love,
Mom
How did you get to be three? It's been an interesting year, kiddo. You're still my little guy, but you're just turning into such a boy that your toddlerhood is turning into some sort of foggy memory. Just yesterday we watched the video of Daddy's surprise return back in February and already I see such changes in you. Your conversational skills are impressive. You hear things once and then all of a sudden you're repeating them, in the appropriate context, to someone else. Thank goodness the worst word you use is poop. I'll congratulate you, your dad and myself on that one. I think it's probably divine intervention that worse language hasn't emerged from your little lips.
I was trying to think of things that you used to do but don't anymore, now that you're three. I'm happy to say that sometime in the last few months, you've started keeping your shoes on. Hallelujah! I got so tired of always. putting. shoes. back. on. you. in the car, in shopping carts, all over creation. So thanks for that, buddy. And I am particularly impressed that you now take your shoes off as soon as you get into the house and, more often than not, put them in the shoe cabinet where they belong.
You have become such a fantastic big brother. It's kind of hard to believe that you were the only child a year ago; Natalie was merely a figment of our imaginations. But now she's here and you act as though you can't remember life any other way. Maybe you can't, now that I think of it. I'm not really sure what your memory span is. Either way, you make us so proud by being so loving to her. I asked you yesterday what your favorite thing about Natalie is and you said, "playing with her." Too funny, since she's pretty immobile. You work hard to get her attention (so hard that meals suffer) when we're all at the table. Then you turn to me and tell me that Natalie smiled at you. I really hope you always love her this way and will work so hard to make her smile. I can tell she already thinks her big brother hung the moon because she does, indeed, beam from ear to ear when she sees you.
You still love any sort of ball and you have a massive collection of all types and colors. Somehow you never think you have enough, though, and will always ask for more when we see them. We rarely cave since our house might be overrun as it is.
You love, love, LOVE your bed and beg to show it off to anyone who comes over. You also still refuse to get out of it without one of us being there to tell you it's okay. You hoard a million toys in there - stuffed animals, books, your little license plate, train cars and cargo, plastic bracelets, balls, tubes - you name it, it's there. Yet even with all that stuff, you get sad if you realize you can't find your nana when it's time for sleep. Tiger, hedgehog and birdie bird are your recurring favorite stuffed animals, with Tiger always being at the top of the list. He's your go-to guy.
Your favorite thing to do is move objects from one container to another. You are still playing with a box of penne pasta that you've had for more than two weeks. It's currently divided between a laundry basket and an old formula container. I find random penne all over the house, but it makes you so happy to pretend it's cookies or some other item you've "cooked." As for real cooking, you help make the coffee every morning, dutifully counting the scoops, dumping it into the filter and then pressing the button to start it. It turns out you're also really good at running out to get the paper off the driveway. You ask me every day to save the bag for you - I always do - because you can think of a million things to store in it.
You love airplanes, always requesting to watch for them when we go to the commissary and as we drive past the airport up the road. We got to see five jets take off and three land today after our grocery run and that just about makes your day. You are always pretty sure that it must be Daddy, or maybe Jaws. Today you thought it might also be Sammy and Julie's daddy, so I think you're starting to figure out the whole Air Force thing. You also tell us that you want to be a pilot and that you want to fly Eagles. I wonder if this is how Daddy used to be.
You love the park ("the one in our neighborhood"), you're very tolerant of our trips to the Y, you love Costco for the samples, Trader Joe's for the balloons and Target for it's fancy carts. You've requested that we go bowling for your birthday and have said that will be your present.
You're just like Daddy in that you've never met a stranger. You're pretty sure that all adults and children alike want to be your pal. You try to hold hands with just about everyone; you think all the neighbors are out there for your entertainment. And maybe they are; they let you get away with almost anything, like the other night when John let you use his broom to play in his sprinklers.
You love to snuggle and often request to cuddle with one of us. You give fantastic squeezy hugs, lots of impromptu kisses and often tell us out of the blue that you love us. You're sure that anytime Daddy and I hug, it should become a family activity and you wind yourself around our legs. We laugh about it every time. You're starting to be nicer to Millie, often asking if we can take her out to play in the afternoons. And you're getting really good about feeding her twice a day then yelling, "Millie! Your breakfast is ready!" You always put your hand up by your mouth as you shout, as if it helps the sound carry.
Isaac is still your best friend and you point out his neighborhood every time we drive by. You enjoy talking on the phone and will walk around the house holding it, just like I do. You love to dance, you sing silly songs with me, you know all the words to "Call My Name" by Third Day and you keep asking me what the songs on the radio are about and who's singing them. It's like you already sense my weakness in the music trivia category.
Most importantly, you keep me on my toes all day, every day. You are an inquisitive, sensitive, loving, rambunctious, ornery boy and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you and can't wait to read what I write about you in another year.
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Growing Up
Natalie just rolled over, back to front. I've been watching her all day because it was apparent this new skill would be showing up any minute. Of course she waited until I was distracted by something else before doing it. So I missed the actual first rollover, but it obviously occurred and she was pretty pleased with herself. Apparently it's also exhausting, because shortly thereafter she had to go back to sleep.
Hard work, that baby stuff.
Hard work, that baby stuff.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Topics of Missing Posts
1. We recently went to Busch Gardens as a family, arrived at 10 am, left at 6:30 pm, and as we were leaving, Wyatt wanted to know why we didn't ride any rollercoasters. This after we spent the entire 8.5 hours seeking out all kid-friendly (under 42" allowed) rides. My little adrenaline junkie!
2. I'm officially another year older and this is the first time I have wanted to disavow a birthday. It wasn't even a milestone and I feel all weird about it. What gives?
3. I'm now the proud owner of a new lens for my DSLR camera and am signed up for a series of photography classes. Totally looking forward to learning something new.
4. Father's Day was a good one (and I guess I can judge since Jeff doesn't write a blog). Wyatt wanted to know what we were doing after church and I asked him what he thought his Daddy might like to do since it was his special day. He suggested Daddy would like to go to the park. When Jeff said that he might rather go out for Mexican food, Wyatt agreed that was a good idea but then reiterated that maybe later in the day Daddy would find going to the park very fun.
5. It's a good thing I love my Natalie so very much because the last ten pounds she contributed to my frame are having a hard time saying goodbye. I'm trying my best to be rational about it. I guess I should just be thankful it's kicking me into gear and getting me to the gym on a regular basis.
6. I talked to one of my oldest and dearest friends over the weekend. It was so good to catch up and I'm so thankful it's the kind of friendship that allows us to go far too long without talking and then chat as though we haven't missed much. I'm really best at that kind of no-pressure, no-expectations communication.
7. Wyatt is turning three - THREE - in a few days. Where do all the days go? And why does he keep insisting he wants a pink cake with pink frosting? Tomorrow's commissary day so if that's the word tomorrow, too, a pink cake it will be.
8. We have pretty great neighbors. When we left Okinawa, I was sure we'd never feel that same sense of community. While there's nothing like sharing a wall with really great friends who are also instant playdates, we've managed to get lucky twice in the awesome neighborhood department.
9. Changes are afoot. Another round of assignments just came out and by the first of the year, Jeff and I will be the "old timers" in the squadron. It seems like it was just yesterday that I went (nervously) to my first coffee here. Time for me to get serious about enjoying this assignment!
10. Wyatt, upon learning that we could go to the pool this morning, directed me to, "go go girl! Get us home so we can go to the poooooooool!"
2. I'm officially another year older and this is the first time I have wanted to disavow a birthday. It wasn't even a milestone and I feel all weird about it. What gives?
3. I'm now the proud owner of a new lens for my DSLR camera and am signed up for a series of photography classes. Totally looking forward to learning something new.
4. Father's Day was a good one (and I guess I can judge since Jeff doesn't write a blog). Wyatt wanted to know what we were doing after church and I asked him what he thought his Daddy might like to do since it was his special day. He suggested Daddy would like to go to the park. When Jeff said that he might rather go out for Mexican food, Wyatt agreed that was a good idea but then reiterated that maybe later in the day Daddy would find going to the park very fun.
5. It's a good thing I love my Natalie so very much because the last ten pounds she contributed to my frame are having a hard time saying goodbye. I'm trying my best to be rational about it. I guess I should just be thankful it's kicking me into gear and getting me to the gym on a regular basis.
6. I talked to one of my oldest and dearest friends over the weekend. It was so good to catch up and I'm so thankful it's the kind of friendship that allows us to go far too long without talking and then chat as though we haven't missed much. I'm really best at that kind of no-pressure, no-expectations communication.
7. Wyatt is turning three - THREE - in a few days. Where do all the days go? And why does he keep insisting he wants a pink cake with pink frosting? Tomorrow's commissary day so if that's the word tomorrow, too, a pink cake it will be.
8. We have pretty great neighbors. When we left Okinawa, I was sure we'd never feel that same sense of community. While there's nothing like sharing a wall with really great friends who are also instant playdates, we've managed to get lucky twice in the awesome neighborhood department.
9. Changes are afoot. Another round of assignments just came out and by the first of the year, Jeff and I will be the "old timers" in the squadron. It seems like it was just yesterday that I went (nervously) to my first coffee here. Time for me to get serious about enjoying this assignment!
10. Wyatt, upon learning that we could go to the pool this morning, directed me to, "go go girl! Get us home so we can go to the poooooooool!"
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Time Flies
From this
to this,
and this
to this
Life is good.
And I think I feel even better since both children were bathed and in bed at 8:02 pm, with no husband here to help. Things are starting to look pretty good around here!
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