Sunday, May 29, 2011
It's been an adventure....
In seven years we've lived in 7 different houses in 5 different states. We've been through a couple of deployments. We've gotten a couple of cats and then gotten rid of a couple of cats. We've gotten a couple of dogs. We've had two babies, and lost a few pregnancies. There have been biking accidents, skiing accidents, and car accidents. Twice I've received calls from a stranger telling me to come to the hospital when Micah was injured, one of those being the ICU where a Chaplain was waiting for me. We became home owners. There have been holidays, birthdays and anniversaries celebrated together, and some spent apart. And even though I never could have anticipated all of that on our wedding day, I wouldn't want to go through all that craziness with anyone else.
I don't know where we'll be next year, or even if Micah will still be in the Army. But I do know we'll be doing it together. And that's enough for me:)
Happy Anniversary Micah!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Skylar felt like big stuff "climbing a tree like Diego" even though she said it hurt her hiney. But sometimes it's worth hurting your hiney to feel this cool.
And speaking of hurting your hiney, I'm ready for my jeans to fit again. Finley can go to childcare now so we are off to the Y this week. I really hate taking him this young and exposing him to all that nastiness, but pulling a wagon around the neighborhood just isn't going to cut it.
And I have extra motivation now, because guess who comes home to visit us in just 44 days?
Friday, May 13, 2011
I guess it was inevitable. The honeymoon phase of home ownership had to end.
Fortunately on the night the water came through the ceiling, Gayle and Jenn were both here. That was a huge blessing, because in addition to having a newborn and fearing that the ceiling would collapse, I simultaneously realized Sabot was missing (he was loose in the neighborhood somewhere having the time of his life) and then as if on cue Skylar dropped a pot of hot chocolate on the white carpet in the playroom where she was having a tea party with Aunt Jenn.
Anyway, obviously I am in need of a drywaller.
And I still have unresolved plumbing issues in the other bathroom. My trustworthy plumber Carl broke up with me. He won't return my calls. The antique hardware on the shower got the best of him.
Then there was the process of securing lawn care for the summer.
The fence needs to be stained.
And then the pests moved in. Carpenter Ants to be exact. Apparently they destroy wood faster than termites.
I've gotten multiple estimates for each of these things, which means we've had a constant flow of colorful people in and around the house. Some professional, and some not so much.
There were a pair of drywallers who came by. Frick and Frack lost all credibility when they offered to "take me out for drinks and show me a good time" while I had a newborn in my arms and a three year old running around my legs. They were so interested in the house that I started to feel like they were scoping the place out. I didn't sleep well that night.
Then there was Mickey. He showed up at the door dressed in white jeans, white high tops, and a white t-shirt. In the end, he just might be my drywall angel sent from heaven, in spite of the fact that he has no social skills and looks at Skylar with great fear and trepidation. (In his defense, she does come on a little strong....) Decent guy, great price, lets hope he shows up to do the job on monday.
Then there was Dan--not a tooth in his poor head. Not one.
I think my favorite of all was Charlie the Orkin Man. Charlie is a jovial little guy and passionate about killing bugs. When I answered the door he greeted me with "I'm Charlie the Orkin Man, what's buggin' you today?" Then he reached down and picked up a roving carpenter ant and said "Hi little guy, you've met your match" squished it between his fingers and stuck it in his pocket.
Charlie loved Jack and he became besties with Skylar. He went from floor to floor whistling and telling little bug jokes and reporting back to me with his findings. He was full of insect trivia and freely shared it. Charlie is doing great things for God and Country.
But in the end, it's all good. I am thankful for a husband who works hard to provide this house for us. And he sent me these beautiful tulips....
And we have had the best weather this week. Mid 70's, sunny and absolutely beautiful. The kind of weather that makes me forget all about the winter.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
As far as Skylar was concerned, it was the best Mother's Day ever.......
A hotel, a pool, the zoo, the children's museum, restaurants, her friends, ice cream, cotton candy.....who wouldn't love spending Mother's Day weekend doing all those things?
Maybe the two completely exhausted moms who mistakenly thought they were going to get a mini vacation.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Spring flowers. I'm partial to Lilacs, and I can't wait for my bush to bloom. But in the meantime, dandelions (presented with a "Happy Mother's Day!") will have to do...
Mulch. It smells like wet earth after a good rain. I hired a lawn service while Micah's away and they brought in truckloads of it to revive the landscaping. It makes me want to take up gardening. I'm sniffing mulch like a crack addict. That probably sounds really weird. I'm weird.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Anyway, much to my horror, there was a belly button abnormality lurking under the remains of that nasty cord. It looked like intestines were coming out and....oozing. I decided that was impossible, because wouldn't a baby be screaming if his intestines were coming out of his belly button? So I waited and watched it, and every time I changed his diaper it was equally horrifying. Had it been Skylar, we would have whisked her away to the ER in a nanosecond, but now I was an experienced mother of two who didn't panic at such trivialities......ha.
But I realized that it had to be something less serious than it appeared to be, so Monday morning I made him an appointment and we went in to get the nastiness checked out. As it turned out, he had an Umbilical Granuloma. Gross to look at, but no big deal.
In the meantime, he was finally able to get his first real bath. And once again, the complete personality differences between he and Skylar were loud and clear.
Exhibit A: Not a peep was made from the time he hit the water to the time he got dressed. He was a picture of perfect contentment.
Exhibit B: Skylar screamed from the time we took her clothes off and for several hours after.....
In fact, Finley even fell asleep in the water, he was so relaxed.Thank the Lord, she came first.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The cargo pants were way too big, but he's a boy so it doesn't matter. I'm going to have fun dressing him up like a little man:)