This was not my vision…

I was the perfect mom before I actually had children.  Before my first child was born I knew exactly how I was going to raise her.  I taught school and watched how the parents of the sweet, well behaved children parented and swore up and down that I would not parent like so and so because their child was difficult and whatever they were doing at home was not working.  Yes, my child was going to always use her manners, follow directions the first time with a smile on her precious face, never whine, never throw a fit, and just be the perfect well rounded child.  I always promised myself I would get down to her level and explain things to her in a calm voice, I would not yell at my child.

 Then I actually had a child.  Monkey has been independent and a little high strung since day one.  She has a mind of her own and I’m grateful that she would rather lead than follow most of the time.  She has a vivid and active imagination and I love to watch it at work.  She doesn’t have nor has she ever had a shy bone in her body, which is both a good thing and a little scary.  She’s sweet, friendly, smart, and funny.  She’s a wonderful child and I do love being her mama!  I started offering her choices early on and we try to stick to some semblance of a schedule and usually things run smoothly.  However, lately we’ve been dealing with a lot of four year old drama!  

Clothing choices that were once acceptable are now not worthy of wear.  Clothes snob!  Not wanting to go to bed, not wanting to eat, crying over everything, and the whining, oh my goodness the constant whining.  Now, I totally get the bed thing.  I mean it’s still sunny here way past midnight and my sleep cycle is off too.  But the same argument, every night, please. This whole 18 to 20 hours of sunlight is really not working for me.  Of course neither does 18 to 20 hours of darkness…anyway, it’s crazy!  Preschool is out for summer.  Our schedule got thrown off when the hubby came home and left.  Unfortunately there aren’t a lot of activities for four year olds on this base.  I am hoping that these things are the cause of the changes in behavior or it’s just a four year old phase and she’ll get out of it soon!  

I’m still offering choices even though they are met with a whine and a grimace.  I’m trying to keep her occupied with outside play and indoor activities even though she tells me she’s bored.  I remind myself every day I need to parent to the needs of the child and apparently her needs have changed.  

I’ve been fortunate, I’ve been able to explain things to her and reason with her since she was pretty young.  I know people say you can’t reason with a child, but I can with Monkey to a degree.  I try to get down on her level and explain things calmly, but sometimes it seems that raising my voice is the only way to get her attention.  I’m also lucky that when she really needs it time-out works!  Four minutes in the laundry room in front of the washing machine. Nothing to play with, nothing to look at but a laundry basket, and I don’t think that even with her imagination she can make that exciting!  Normally she just sits in front of the washer and cries until her time is up.  Then of course we have to talk about why she got put there.  

So, my vision of the perfect parent/perfect child has been shattered.  Yes, I was a perfect parent before I was actually a parent!

Celebrating Eight Years

My wonderful husband and I celebrated eight years of marriage on Tuesday.  Of course we celebrated quietly and thousands of miles away from each other.  Sucked really.  But, I did come home from running errands and found a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my doorstep.  I love my hubby very much and I am so thankful that he is my friend, my love, my husband, and father of my children.  I am a very lucky girl!112_3080

The Bake Sale Saga

After all the bs we put up with our bake sale was CANCELLED on Monday night as we were still buisly baking.  Why was it cancelled?  Because someone at brigade level didn’t fill out some piece of paperwork and forgot that the YMCA was coming to hand out water and we couldn’t very well be selling stuff if they were giving it away for free!  We were all pretty aggravated.  Our rear d guy told us we could have it yesterday, later in the morning, but same location and that he would man it himself if we would drop the stuff off.  Well, we dropped off stuff and then one lady manned it by herself because the rear d guy had his hands pretty full.  We made $150.  Not to shabby, better than we expected really!  We’re all very happy that it’s over and the four of us have decided the next time the words “bake sale”or “fundraiser” are mentioned, we are exempt!

Bake Sale Stress

I am in charge of putting together a bake sale so that my family readiness group (FRG) can raise money for a big welcome home party when our husbands come home.  There are a some major problems with this bake sale:

1.  We are having it on a Tuesday morning (not my idea, think it’s insane) after a Brigade run.

2.  After passing around a sign-up sheet at a meeting a few weeks ago I think there are four people volunteering their time.

3.  After passing around a different sign up sheet asking for donations we have about a billion bottles of water, some orange juice, and two or three people bringing muffins.

I am very worried bout this.  The lady that is helping me and I have sent out email after email asking for volunteers and donations and have received little response.  Then there is the fact that someone (me) has to arrive at 6 am the day of the sale to set up.  I am already panicking about how I’m going to get myself and my two little ones up, dressed, and out the door by 5:30 am.  

The women in my FRG have all these big plans for this welcome home party and I am tempted to send this email:

“Dear Spouses,

You all want to have this big party, but we aren’t going to have any money because nobody wanted to take the time to bake anything or go buy stuff. So, I don’t want to hear any complaints when we are partying at the Burger King.  Don’t you think your husband deserves more than a whopper when he gets home???”

Maybe that would light a fire under them!

5 Months and 6 Weeks

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Kendal is five months old!  She is rolling over from back to tummy, but then she gets stuck and needs to be rescued.  She is enjoying her daily cereal more these days.  I guess she decided there was more out there than just formula!  Her personality is shining through more too!  Happy 5 month birthday little one!

I met with the OB nurse to fill out my chart.  I am 6 weeks and 3 days pregnant and due January 10th.  It would be nice to have the birthdays of my children spread throughout the year instead of Kendal on the 20th of December, Christmas, Monkey on the 28th of December, and then new baby on the 10th of January!  What a busy couple of weeks that will be!  Anyway, I left that appointment with a bag filled with books, pamphlets, and a water bottle.  My next appointment is in four weeks!  The nurse told me that my weight was excellent for my height so I should gain 25-30 pounds (I just lost that too).  I have cut cokes out of my diet completely and have the headaches to prove it!  I know that one or two a day are ok, but once I start I have a hard time stopping!  So, I’ve been drinking 7-8 bottles of water which I know will make my hubby happy!  One day I can’t stop eating and the next day I’ll have no appetite at all!  Welcome back crazy pregnancy hormones!

Surprise?

R and R must have been a lot more fun than we thought.  We are making our family of four a family of five!  The hubs and I were pretty shocked, surprised, and a whole bunch of other emotions!  I mean, we certainly didn’t plan this and the timing? Well, it’s not so great.  But, as my mama always says “There are those that are ordered and those that are sent!”  So, now that the reality of another pregnancy and adding another little miracle to our lives has set in, we’re happy, still a little shocked, but happy!

All Dolled Up

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Getting Back to Real Life

We put my wonderful hubby on a plane early Monday morning for his return to Iraq.  It’s always difficult to say goodbye to him, but something was different about Monday.  We were able to go with him to his gate.  We sat at the gate, waiting, Monkey talked some asked him why he had to go back and sat in his lap.  Unlike last time, though, she didn’t fall apart and for that matter, neither did I.  When it was time for him to board, he gave us kisses and a few words were exchanged and then he walked away.  Once we couldn’t see him anymore, we turned to leave.  Monkey cried a little and on the drive home I cried a little.  When we walked back into the house it seemed different.  It felt empty and silent and still. 

We are slowly getting back to our real life.  A life where my dear husband misses out on so much.  A life that at times is lonely and difficult.  It takes me a couple of days after he leaves to get over feeling empty.  But, we are getting there.  Monkey is playing.  Kendal is rolling over and exploring anything she can get her little hands on.  Laundry is going.  Life continues.  

I was chatting with one of my very dear friends last night and when she asked how Monkey and I were with my husband leaving I told her about not falling apart or crying for days and she said “Well, I guess it’s just getting easier for you.”  Maybe she’s right and I feel a little guilty about that.  Don’t get me wrong, we miss him terribly when he’s gone and we can’t wait for him to come home again.

Getaway

My husband and I had a great overnight getaway last weekend!  The last time we went anywhere, besides the occasional dinner alone, was when I was pregnant with Monkey, four years ago!  I did suffer from a little mommy guilt, but was glad to have the opportunity to get away with him if only for a night!  We went to a little resort not too far from where we live called Chena Hot Springs Resort.  When we got there we went and hiked a trail that looped around the resort.  We didn’t see any wildlife, but we did find some of the Chena River.  When we got back we checked in and our room had a little welcome basket.  We decided to change and go for a swim in the hot spring.  It was so cool to be swimming while surrounded by snow and mountains.  The water went from a nice warm bath temperature to scalding hot, but it was so relaxing!  Once we had been boiled we changed again and went to dinner.  We ate SO much, but it was SO good!  We went on a tour of the ice museum, everything is carved out of ice.  If you’re really crazy, drunk, or just have $600 you’d like to blow, you can spend the night in one of the ice museum rooms.  We are not that brave!  We looked at them and took pictures, sat at the ice bar, and stood on the ice stage where you can get married.  Hubby didn’t seem too keen on the idea of renewing our vows in the ice museum.  I wonder why??  Later that night we went back and relaxed in the hot spring.  The next day we went for breakfast, which was yummy, then headed for one last swim!  We toured the dog kennel, learned all about mushing, and met some of the dogs.  I learned that it would cost a ton of money to mush.  So I guess I’ll have to put my dreams of winning the Iditarod on the back burner for now!  Then it was time to come home.  I could have soaked in that spring and relaxed with my wonderful hubby for a few more days!  Oh, and on the way home, we saw a moose, a BIG male moose with a rack!!! 

The Hot Spring!

The Hot Spring!

Four Months

 

I'm Four Months Old!

I'm Four Months Old!

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Trying cereal for the first time.

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