Friday, December 12, 2014

Letters to Santa: Part 2

While J was at Preschool the Big D and I worked on his Santa letter.

He was a little harder to direct,  but I wrote what he said. Though I did notice his Santa letter resembled his bedtime prayers... worring about bad guys was new. (I did interrupt playing with transformers in the midst of some serious crime fighting).

I was impressed at first all he wanted for Christmas was for Grandpa not to be sick. Then I asked if he wanted anything else and requests started coming.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Weekend Warriors

This weekend was the Hubby's drill weekend and Guard Christmas Party.  Last year the unit celebrated being home from deployment. The girls wore ball gowns and the guys wore the dress uniforms/suits. (A photographer also captured pictures of couples. There I am extremely pregnant with baby girl).

This year was almost shockingly different. For starters it wasn't -30, it also wasn't formal. Ugly sweater was the theme and the whole unit was not together. Apparently the MC portion is a pretty young group.

In the afternoon they had the family pizza party. With very few families. I'm not going to lie,  I missed the bounce house, face painting,  Santa Claus and activities of the past. Realistically though,  there aren't the kids. Most of the soldiers aren't married let alone starting families.

After the party I met up with a Great Aunt and took the kids to see Santa. We waited in line for 2 hours to see Santa.  Had I not announced the plan before hand I would have turned around after seeing the line. For the boys it was worth the wait. I loved the pictures, but the memory was the kid's favorite part.

The Big D asked about reindeer and if Santa had a puppy.  J wanted to know why he couldn't see Santa's lips. Bear only cried after starting to slide off Santa's lap and I grabbed her. (Santa did lift up his legs and catch her too) I think her big brothers would have visited with Saint Nick all day.

The kids were loved one by Aunty and the Hubby and I went to the Ugly Sweater Party. It was nice to get out as a couple, though I missed all the wonderful ladies I got to know during the deployment.

We got back in time to deal with a sick kiddo and in turn a sick Hubby. Now everyone else is healthy. ..and we have a sick Mom. Tis the season.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thankful on Thanksgiving

This year Thanksgiving didn't go as planned. I still have so much to be thankful for, I just didn't get my way.

Tuesday a sudden onset of the plague caught up with me. Sore throat,  ear pains, the chills and a little of this and that enough to send me running for a fuzzy blanket on my couch.

I called off traveling to see my family this year. Which in my little world is a big deal, in the larger scope and I know  "first world problems" it isn't.

At the end of the day, I can be thankful for a loving husband, adorable kids, and caring inlaws.  (And drugs, I'm taking drugs to feel better so thankful for that too.)

My Hubby took the boys to do morning chores and had Thanksgiving dinner with his family.  Then stopped by to pickup baby girl so I could get a nap...and he brought Thanksgiving to me with love from the rest of the fam.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Meow

My Hubby is a self proclaimed feline hater. He has shotdown and shutdown all suggestions of getting a cat for pet or mousing purposes. Which has been fine by me as I'm allergic and not a fan of cat hair. I like cats, in the sense when other people have them I'm more inclined to pet them than kick them. Oh and I loved kittens when I was little. Of course they were outdoor furbabies and as Mom always made us wash hands when we came inside I hadn't discovered my allergy.

The Hubby has ruthlessly shot down requests from puppy dog eyed children with arguments like "at daycare we learned about pets and some people have kitties and some puppies and some fish.....but we have no pets at all"

So I was a bit surprised to get a phone call from the Hubby saying we might get a cat. Apparently he found a kitten almost froze to death and is trying to rescue it. He brought it to the farm and it is currently at his Mom's.  If it pulls through he is bringing it home.

Huh...unexpected to say the least.

Friday, November 7, 2014

My Own Worst Enemy

My Hubby says I am my own worst enemy. Truth be told, he isn't wrong.

Yesterday I was trying to get caught up with laundry and after 4-5 loads I stepped in a puddle of water on the floor when I went to switch loads. I got it mopped up the best I could and called my honey.  However he found fixing fence more pertinent.

He did come home early.  Pulled my washer forward and did a thorough inspection.  A test load of whites and then towels. Of course no flood. Which is irratating in a I'm glad there isn't a flood or leak, but way to make me a liar and throw off my routine.

This morning the Hubby said "I think you are good to finish the last few loads, but leave the washer pulled out until I get home."

It sounds simple enough and I really cant explain why I couldn't leave it at that. Instead I finished laundry.  For real finished, as in all done, folded and put away. Even the wash by hand. Inspired-Possessed by this I decided I wanted to clean behind the washer-dryer ad lets face it I haven't done since we replaced thoses appliances a year and a half ago. In the process I managed to bump my head on the shelf and knock off a glass apothecary jar full of clothes pins.(down to 1 oit of the orginal 3 now). Of course it shattered everywhere. This lead to a thorough sweeping. ...and stepping barefoot on glass. Leaving bloody footprints all over the floor and creating a need to mop.

With a full fledged floor cleaning necessary I decided I might as well move the washer back in place. Which lead to me tearing the vinyl on the floor and stepping on more broken glass...barefoot again.

It also required calling the Hubby to see what he knows about floor repair. ..and a "I thought I said to leave the washer alone until I got home?"

So here is the question. ..mop up the bloody footprints or leave them for sympathy?

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Consequences of Sneaking Candy

I was eavesdropping on the boys conversation while feeding baby girl
Well after I heard the words "then mom could marry again" I started listening.

Me: What?

Josh: *giggle giggle*...did you hear what we said?

Me: no, what did you say?

Josh: when daddy gets home we are going to scare him, then he will run away to the coyotes and get eated. Then you can marry again.

Me: I don't want to marry anyone else. I would be sad and cry and cry.

Josh: well Daddy steals candy so I thought of that plan. And you don't need to be sad you could marry again!

Me: I don't want to,  I only want to be married to daddy.

Josh: oh, okay. I wont think of that plan again....unless you stop loving daddy.

Daniel: I'll make you stop loving him (waves arms around) BREAK. I broke you feelings. *giggle giggle*

Josh: how do you stop loving daddy.  If he hurts your feelings?

Daniel: I already broke them.

Well...apparently sneaking Halloween candy is a serious offense and Daddy is replaceable.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Eldest Turned a Handful

Now I know I have a picture from his 4th birthday...but at the moment I can't find it. However the picture was taken close-ish.

(Computer is broke again - first valid reason to overshare on facebook, I found all the other years)


Happy 5th Birthday Bud.