Planned Improvisation

look back: bear's 2011

2012-01-20T10:00:00.000-05:00

I realize I was MIA most of 2011. It was a full year for everyone though. Here is Bear's year in review.

January

Some snow, lots of inside play, Daddy in NY for work

February

trip to Jamaica, Daddy's new boat

March

playing outside, riding bikes, "after schooling", starting actually playing with Monkey

April

Easter, art, t-ball

May

baseball games, the zoo, end of 1st year of pre-school

June

trip to IL, Grammy & PaPaw, fishing with Poppy, U of I

July

Subfest, 4th of July, swimming, lots of brotherly play

August

Momma's birthday, trip to IL for a wedding

September

Sesame Place, Daddy's birthday, Nanny & Poppy visit, Pre-school starts again

October

apple picking, Papa & Nana visit, pumpkin patches, Grammy & PaPaw visit, Halloween

November

family time, Thanksgiving, decorating for Christmas

December

turning 4, baking, Christmas

embrace the camera: january 19

2012-01-19T21:20:00.004-05:00

I loved participating in Emily's Embrace the Camera challenges last year. I just finished the little boys' yearly photo books, and I realized Momma pictures were in short supply. I'm going to attempt to capture us in our everyday life so 2012 has more Momma and every day moments. Those are the ones that mean the most to me.

Monkey has been rocking the undies wearing business since day 4 of our plan. We might be spending a higher portion of our day hanging out in the bathroom, but it's a process. I am so proud of the little guy. I can't believe how big he is.

one undie wearing 2 year old and one proud momma in the bathroom

Hop on over to her blog and see all the other mommas and their babes.

day one: monkey style

2011-12-28T22:48:00.002-05:00

My Little Monkey,

Today, I decided to undertake a grand adventure with you. You threw away your diapers, and we took a step toward being a big boy. I just went back and read the entry from the first night we did this with your brother, and all I can say is you are a much easier child sometimes.

You turned two about 3 weeks ago, and I decided we should try this whole potty business with you. Since our method involves staying home for (at least) 3 days straight and we're always on the run, it seemed a good time to hunker down and get it done. You had shown no real interest in using the potty besides using it as a chair while fully dressed. You did tell me once before you had to go, and I managed to get you there on time. That was about a month ago and a total fluke.

I'm not sure why I wasn't as stressed with you as I was with your brother. Perhaps because I knew it was a stage and the first day was going to be emotionally draining. Perhaps because your big brother was testing his boundaries and my frustration had another direction. Perhaps because I'm already dreaming of the facebook status that tells the world 2011 is the last year of diapers for our family.

Daddy is "home", but he's in month 2 of shift work so we don't see him awake very often. He was quite surprised to come home from work and find you running around in a t-shirt, baby legs and real undies. Daddy was nice enough to order pizza since I was so focused on keeping our floor as clean as possible.

Our biggest issue was getting you to go to the bathroom at all. I stuffed you full of juice, gave you some salty food to make you drink some more, and offered some more milk and water.

Bear caught on halfway through day 2. I have no idea when in this 3 day process it will click for you. You did stop yourself after a little dribble tonight. You wouldn't go once you were on the potty, but you at least knew you weren't supposed to use the floor for that. I know you though, Monkey. I have become a master on bodily functions in my 4 years of mothering. I knew you had to poop, waited until you could not go back, and pushed you into your potty chair. You weren't a fan of Momma wrestling you in, but you did like the sticker and cookie reward after.

I can't wait for what tomorrow is going to bring. I know we'll be able to do this, and I am so happy to be able to stay at home and do it with you.

Love,

Momma

merry christmas

2011-12-24T09:13:00.001-05:00

merry christmas

and a happy new year.

patriotic

2011-07-03T21:52:00.001-04:00

We raise them patriotic.

(incourage) brighten a day

2011-06-28T14:27:00.000-04:00

I worked at Hallmark in high school. True story. It made me a bit of a card snob; American Greetings just doesn't cut it. The Hallmark I worked at also carried a line of Christian based cards under the label DaySpring. You can find their products online and in most Christian bookstores. I've always loved their simple messages and comforting colors.

As a mom, I've also become much more aware of the things we have in our house. I want the boys to grow up in a Christian home and that means more than bedtime prayers and church on Sundays. I want to live a Christian life to the best of my abilities. That means lots of love, forgiveness and faith.

I remember a sermon when I was a kid that talked about what our houses say about our faith. If someone came into your house and looked at your calendar, would he know you were a Christian? If he looked in your checkbook would be see you living a giving life. If Jesus walked into your house right now, would you be ashamed of any of the books, magazines or shows on your DVR?

One of the things I want the boys to know is that we are meant to support each other. While we can't fix everyone's troubles, we can offer encouragement, prayers and love. While mission trips are great and needed, there is plenty of support we can give from our own homes.

Back before Bear and Monkey entered my life, I would spend hours searching for the perfect card. Now, I live more in the grab and go world. When I was glancing through their products, I loved the set of Hope & Encouragement cards. Real cards have the ability to change someone's day, and the 10 pack was more realistic than buying cards one and a time. There's always someone in my life that could use a pick me up. Having the cards already at home means I won't be making excuses for not doing my part to lighten other's burdens. I was a little concerned with buying a bulk pack. You know they always put the most adorable one on top and then you get the awkward ones at the bottom. I was so pleased that every single card was just as meaningful and honest as the last.

I also loved that at the top of the pack they included a sheet for you to list 10 people in your life that could use some encouragement. What a simple way to remind others that you care. Spending 5 minutes listing people out is another way to keep the cards and love from being shoved to the bottom of the to do pile. (You know you have a pile just like that on your counter.)

Head over to DaySpring to see how you can brighten a day or read the reviews of others to get some ideas for simple acts to encourage others.

I was sent a package of these adorable cards for free to share them my opinions with others. There is no other compensation besides the package of cards and allowing me to brighten someone's day.

still here

2011-05-17T16:05:00.003-04:00

We're still here. I just needed a time out to spend time with my family and get back to the things that I really value.

I have lots of things to share. But, this will do for now.

face the rear

2011-03-21T15:10:00.001-04:00

The AAP updated their guidelines for car seats today. They now suggest that children rear face (look out the back of a car instead of the windshield) until they are 2 years old.

I posted a link to the Chicago Tribune article on Facebook last night. I was shocked at the immediate strong negative reactions. Why are so many moms against safety? People commented that their legs looked smushed and that their kid would have hated it.

Our parents didn't wear seat belts when they were kids. They survived. Is this evidence that seat belts don't work? Should we all demand that the government is crazy for recommending them?

Children's joints are different than adults'. How many times have you seen a kid sleeping in a way that looks completely awkward and uncomfortable? They like small spaces. Their legs will not be broken. (I've heard that there has never been a documented case of a child breaking a leg because they were rear facing. I can't find any proof of this right now though.) Besides, you can fix a broken leg. You can not fix a broken spine.

Just because you survived or your older children survived does not matter.

What should matter is if you were ever in a car accident rear facing keeps your child safer. 5 times safer. While you might be proving a point by switching your child forward facing at a year and 20 pounds, is that really a point worth making? Is the potential of that choice being responsible for killing your child worth it? No one is trying to control you or your child. They're trying to keep your baby safe. In a way that requires no extra money or effort.

Parenting is full of making your kids unhappy. Of not doing the "fun" thing. I think my mom told me when I was about 16 that it was her job to make me unhappy. Her job was to make me safe and unhappy.

Each parent has the right to make their own choice.

Just make it an informed choice.

ready

2011-03-18T20:21:00.003-04:00

In case you couldn't tell, we're really excited for spring weather to be here.

Even if it is just for a day.

embrace the camera: march 17

2011-03-17T15:21:00.003-04:00

I love that Emily asks us to take a picture with our kids each week. Bear is quite the self centered little kid, and he loves having his picture taken. I love how he's all decked out in his St Patrick's Day gear. I made his shirt, and my mom sent him the green visor. Just Momma and Bear hanging out while Monkey takes his nap.

coming home

2011-03-08T10:36:00.003-05:00

When Hubby and I chose to get married, we both knew he was in the military. We both knew that our life together would involve long absences and hard good byes. We were both willing participants in this adventure of being a military family.

Bear and Monkey never got that choice. They never had the option to say "yes it's worth it" or "no I don't think I'm up for the emotional roller coaster". We signed them up. Their life is just as rough as mine is. And, they have no idea about the reasons why Daddy disappears or any real concept of how long he'll be gone.

I worry sometimes about the things we put the boys through. I want someone else to take on that burden for a while. Can't it be someone else's turn for their Daddy to leave?

Lifetime has started a new TV show called Coming Home. You need to watch it. Please spend 15 minutes to see what life is like for these kids. I'm not asking you to send your Hubby away for months; I'm asking for 15 minutes to see what these military kids go through.

best thing

2011-03-07T12:48:00.002-05:00

I teach Sunday School for third and fourth graders at our church. This Sunday's lesson was on Matthew 17 and the transfiguration. In the story, God says "This is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased" (Matthew 17:5 KJV).

The kids all made signs for the best thing they could hear God say about them. We talked about how God really feels that way about each one of us, and we all have the potential for those signs to be true.

We are the kindest people.

We always try our best.

We are good.

We are loved.

God's compliment was one of the best I've ever heard though. I want to be wanted and loved and make God happy.

What's the best thing anyone could every say about you?

2011: month 2

2011-03-01T22:02:00.000-05:00

Two months have gone by since we all made big lists of how our 2011s were going to go. I thought it was time to check in to hold myself accountable and to see how everyone else is doing.

My goals were:

*Read 30 books. I've read 9 so far which makes me 30% of the way there. I'm really hoping to exceed my goal. I go in stages where I devour books and then nothing happens. Well honestly, Facebook and TV happen, but nothing productive happens. I'm glad I've stayed on track so far.

*Be serious with the budget. We went on our huge vacation in February. I've been cutting back and trying to only buy what we need (or really, really want). It's a slow lifestyle change, and that's the kind that's going to stick.

*52 dates. Fail. The only real date we've gone on was on vacation when we ate dinner by ourselves. We do have one scheduled for next Saturday. This is something that I really need to make an effort to improve.

*Be patient. Despite yesterday's huge failure, I feel like I'm making strides to be the mom I want to be. Finding me time and time for my faith have really helped me grow. There will be the screw ups, but that's also a time to show Bear and Monkey that Momma isn't perfect and how to handle the times when you need to say "I'm sorry."

How are you doing in 2011? You still have 10 months to make it happen.

view

2011-03-01T15:50:00.003-05:00

in order to get the best view

sometimes you have to do a little work

rough

2011-03-01T12:31:00.002-05:00

Yesterday was a rough day. More honestly, 11 am until 11:15 was an excruciating 15 minutes. The kind of 15 minutes that can ruin an entire day.

Bear had gone to a friend's house to play while I had taken Monkey to his tumble class.

Monkey and I went in to get him. He refused to leave. Like no joke bones turned to jello, laying on the floor and screaming.

I tried to be patient with him. I finally got his shoes and coat on and grabbed Monkey. We've just stepped outside when Bear loses it again.

Screaming at me.

In the middle of the street.

In the pouring rain.

I can't just walk away. He's in the middle of the street.

I can't pick him up and carry him. I holding a squirmy Monkey and Bear is thrashing about.

A car starts coming down the street.

So I screamed at Bear. As loud and as harshly as I could.

I told him to get in the car. I told him to stop embarrassing me. I told him he was being hateful and I was done putting up with it.

I strapped them in their car seats and climbed in. And, then I cried. I made my 3 year old cry. I had lost control of him and myself. I was showing it was okay to scream and be hurtful when you're upset.

I had failed.

A few hugs, two apologies and a few hours later, we were back to normal. We're learning this 3 year old thing together. This is my first time parenting a 3 year old boy and it's his first time being one. We're going to have some mistakes along the way. We're going to have some hurt feelings. That's how it goes. It's my job to raise him up. I remind myself it's a process that takes years. God has chosen me to be his momma. And as long as we have love and forgiveness, we'll be just fine in the end.

kindergarten

2011-02-23T15:17:00.004-05:00

Today, we had Bear's first parent-teacher conferences.

He's in pre-school so it wasn't exactly hard core. It was the first time that trained people sat me down and talked about his development. His doctor goes over a few milestones at each well child appointment, but it's always been a "does he do this? okay" type of discussion.

It was weird to have someone give me goals for him. A written list of the things he does well and the things he doesn't. While I might have a been a bit defensive, I think I'm okay with admitting his weaknesses.

Here in the state of Connecticut, the cut off date for starting kindergarten in January 1st. Kids have to be 5 by the January half-way through the school year in order to start. Bear is a December baby so he would be one of the youngest in his class.

We don't have to decide now, but I had wanted to bring up the conversation. He'll only have one more year of pre-school before he starts, and I didn't know if he should be put in with the 4s instead of the 3s.

The teacher commented that she has a November daughter and was told to hold her back because she wasn't able to socially assert herself. That's a fancy way of saying she was shy. She would quietly ask someone to play and if they didn't respond, she would happily play by herself.

And, that's why she didn't start kindergarten until she was 5 and a half.

Since when is being shy an awful trait? Why must every child love playing in large groups and always voice their opinions? This isn't even my kid, and I'm all worked in a tizzy.

It hurts my heart to know that such a stereotype exists. Why can't we just let each kid be himself?

engagement

2011-02-21T10:46:00.001-05:00

I have a lot of rules about dating and relationships. I know how it ought to be.

The boy must be taller.

Traditional and outdated. I'm relatively tall for a girl, and I still have night mares of 7th grade dances.

The boy's last name must come alphabetically after the girl's.

It's true love if you move down in alphabet. It's a sacrifice of sorts.

Engagement rings must not be given on birthdays, Christmas or Valentine's Day.

Too predictable and a cop out of getting a gift. Besides, how many people have already done this.

The boy should come to the door to pick up his date.

My mom made some off handed comment when I was 8 about our neighbor's boyfriend honking for her. It stuck.

While I know these are all fake rules and really no indication of a successful relationship, it was really more of a way to know if a boy knew me.

5 years ago today, Hubby proposed to me. A week after Valentine's Day. On a day that had no real significance to either one of us or our relationship.

Exactly as it ought to be.

I had a class that went late, and he always picked me up afterwards. He texted me and we met at the chocolate shop where we had our first "kind of date". It was a little suspicious since I knew he had a ring and I knew he had asked my parents' permission, but nothing happened.

We went back to his house and I went in to check my email on his computer. His away message was "Asking Stephanie to marry me... Shhhh". I turned around and he was down on his knee.

He had thought about asking me while we were out, but we're not the most public of people. It was a moment for just the two of us.

Exactly as it ought to be.

5 years later, I'm still really excited that I said yes.

Exactly as it ought to be.

puritan

2011-02-20T10:00:00.001-05:00

A friend this question on Facebook:

Is it okay for a teacher to say "Stop flirting with so-and-so" to a student?

There were tons of responses from mothers saying it should only be done in private, and it's embarrassing to students.

Yes, it is embarrassing. Isn't that the point? The embarrassment ends the behavior.

Am I the only one that thinks shame and embarrassment are fine tactics? I'm not talking excessive amounts here, but the occasional comment and guilt trip are fine in my book. Does anyone else remember the Texas jails that issued the pink jumpsuits? It worked.

I was raised by guilt. My only lasting consequences are my unnecessary apologizes.

It makes me feel like I belong in a Puritan society. Scarlet As are a way better deterrent than prenups.

milspouse friday fill in

2011-02-18T10:58:00.001-05:00

I did this the first week and then life got .... life-like and crazy busy. Head over to Wife of a Sailor to see some more.

1. What is your favorite MilSpouse blog (not including Wife of a Sailor who we all love, or your own)?
I love The Mrs at Trying Our Best. She's honest about the struggles of having 3 kids and a hubby that's gone a lot, but not in the "oh I hate the world" way.

2. What are your favorite perks about your s/o being deployed (we all know there are perks)?
The "nice" answer is getting to travel to see him. We were really lucky on his first deployment and I was able to fly to see him twice (and see 4 continents in the process). The more honest answer is that I get my control fix. No compromising and waiting until he's ready to do something. It works out well though because after 6 months of making every single decision, I gladly pass the reigns and let him do his Hubby thing.

3. How long did you date your before getting engaged? Married?
We moved fast. Or at least I thought so until I met other mil spouses. We dated for 3 months and 2 days before we were engaged. I called my mom after our first date and told her we were getting married though so it was no real shock to people. We got married just shy of a year from the day we started dating.

4. What do you think your would do if s/he wasn’t in the military?
Hubby dreams big. Our joke is that he likes jobs that he doesn't have to see me much. I think his current plan is either to get an MBA and work on Wall Street or to go to law school.

5. If you could talk to the Secretary of (fill in your appropriate branch) what is one suggestion you would like to bring to their attention in order to improve the lives of military families?
We matter. How you treat spouses and families impacts job satisfaction and productivity. Please be nice. The Navy is not for forever. Family is.

remember

2011-02-17T10:54:00.001-05:00

He won't be this little for long.

He won't want to snuggle me so tight for long.

He won't pick to only be with me for long.

He will always be my baby boy.

Head over to Emily's post to find more pictures of mommas and their babes.

love day celebrations

2011-02-16T10:25:00.009-05:00

I love holidays. I'm a sucker for all things holiday related. Bear is at the age where he gets holidays and jumps up and down when he sees things.

I made this. It was filled with little presents from the dollar store. It's going to be a sad day when he no longer gets so excited for a straw and some stickers.

We had heart shaped cookies, heart shaped cake pops and heart shaped Rice Krispie treats.

I used my Cricut (how fun is that to say?) to make this for Hubby. It's filled with words and dates that are important to our relationship.

We had a mini photo shoot before dinner. I saw this idea some where online. You bend a toilet paper roll into a heart shape and can get some cute pictures.

Hubby and I took some pictures. My forever Valentine.

fear

2011-02-15T21:23:00.002-05:00

Bear and I had quite the rumble today. He's three. And his daddy's son (translation: very stubborn).

He's a smart kid. I'm not saying he's the next Einstein, but he can hold is own among the pre-school crowd.

Our battle today was about him counting to 10. He can count way beyond 10 so this wasn't a difficult task. It was just a task he didn't want to do.

I was shocked at the frustration and anger that he brought out in me today. I'm normally fairly patient with his meanderings, and I know how to get him motivated.

Once he was in bed and looking like an angel fast asleep, I was mulling over today. Why did it get me so upset? Why was I letting a 3 year old's need to be in charge run my day? I'm the parent here. Right?

Then, I realized he had tapped into my biggest fear.

A dumb kid.

No. I was a Special Ed aid during college vacations. I loved some of those sweet kids.

A lazy kid. A kid that doesn't try. A kid that doesn't want to be smart.

Then, I talked to my mom and was reminded that he's 3. And, he'll grow out of that.

love day

2011-02-14T13:34:00.000-05:00

Happy Love Day!

hugs and kisses,

Bear & Monkey

gym membership

2011-01-26T18:38:00.002-05:00

We were going to join The Y (which is what the YMCA is now officially called) in January. We had asked for sponsorships for the boys' Christmas presents. Swim lessons and art classes are way better for us than more toys they don't need.

It's January 26th, and I still haven't gotten over there to sign us up. No big deal really. I'm assuming all the other new years resolution-ers will be tapering off shortly anyways.

I was feeling very fluffy. Fluffy is that mix of fat and puffy that comes from winter, PMS and feeling blah. I justified not going to register until we get back from our vacation in 2 weeks. Because who wants to pay for a membership when they're gone? Or bundle everyone up for the trek there? Yeah, not me.

Today when it started snowing again I realized I didn't need that silly old Y. Shoveling our driveway at least every other day (for about 30 minutes a pop) can count as my exercise.

That can count, right?

mean mommy time

2011-01-17T15:14:00.002-05:00

Tonight is the night.

The same night we had almost exactly 2 years ago in this same house.

I'm taking away Monkey's pacifier. He's 13 months old, and I know he'll be fine. He's way more attached to his paci than Bear was. I was very strict with Bear; he only had it at naps and bedtime by now. Monkey has it in the car, too. And, when I'm pushing his nap time and trying to accomplish more than is fair to him.

He's having his last paci nap right now. Then we'll go on a paci hunt and collect them all. They go in a bag with some stinky diapers and it goes out to the curb. Tomorrow is garage day so there's so going back.

I'm emotionally preparing myself for the crying tonight. Hopefully, by the time Hubby is home for the weekend the fussing will be all done.

Here's hoping.

rough day

2011-01-11T21:45:00.003-05:00

Bear pretty much summed up our day tonight.

"Rough day today, Momma. We try again tomorrow."

3 of 1

2011-01-05T10:18:00.005-05:00

Monkey's turn for my top 3 recent pictures. It would have made sense to pick 1 favorite since he's 1, but there's no way I can narrow it down that much!

Loving his birthday presents.

First birthday boy. Nothing like some good cake smashing to get the party going.

Our little musician.

end of an era

2011-01-04T23:28:00.002-05:00

I am no longer a milk maid. Since March 2007, there have been 3 months that I was not pregnant or breastfeeding.

Last night, I nursed Monkey for the last time. He was down to the just before bedtime feeding which was about 3 minutes and more about our routine and last minute snuggles than nutrition.

I nursed Bear for 12 and a half months. That journey ended when he was hospitalized for 5 days and I wasn't able to breastfeed him.

Monkey turned 13 months yesterday so we lasted slightly longer. Not a record by any means, but it was long enough I feel like I have given him the best start possible.

Hard to believe he's gone from this

To this

I was expecting a bit of a fuss tonight when I put him to sleep. I thought he was slightly attached to our routine. Nope. Straight to sleep. Love you too kid.

Growing up is harder on me than it is on him.

3s

2011-01-04T22:19:00.000-05:00

Since we've been away for a bit, I felt the need to show off some pictures. Here are my favorite recent 3 pictures from my new 3 year old.

Cheesing for the camera. He wanted to show off his new scarf I made him.

The "monster snow storm" in which you could still see our grass at the end.

Birthday celebration #4,302 for Bear. We went to Walt Disney World and it was a week long birthday extravaganza. He loved when people would sing to him. Donald Duck brought over this cupcake and led the song for him.

birthday presents

2011-01-03T22:00:00.002-05:00

We have a birthday season in our house. From the middle of October to the end of the year, we are slammed with birthday parties and celebrations. Monkey and Bear both have birthdays at the start of December which only adds to the festive season.

Bear really is a birthday fan. He is 100% my son and can't get enough balloons and cake.

In our attempt to teach Bear about Christmas, we pitched it as Jesus' birthday. He knew that Jesus was born a long time ago in a far away place. (Bear asked if it was a car ride or a long plane ride away.) He learned his momma's name was Mary, and there were lots of animals. The closest we got to explaining a manger was like a big Puppy dish.

We went to the family church service where they had a birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday to Jesus. I told him that Jesus gave really good goody bags.

Christmas morning, we woke up and he was enchanted by the presents. We also do Santa and Bear was so stinking excited.

Right before bedtime, he got a serious look on his face. He came up to me and in the innocent voice of a 3 year old he asked me what we getting Jesus for his birthday.

It's taken me a little bit to figure out what kind of present we could give Jesus this year. The stereotypical volunteering at a soup kitchen thing doesn't work with a 3 year old and a 1 year old. We have an abundance of stuff. Stuff we don't use. Stuff we don't need. Stuff other people could use and do need.

Every Sunday, we will be dropping off a bag. I know it's not giving much and right now it's embarrassingly easy to get rid of things. I'm hoping that by the time bag 52 rolls around, we'll have streamlined our life and helped someone.

Not the biggest gift for Jesus. But, I think he's the type to appreciate everything.

2011

2011-01-03T21:45:00.003-05:00

I love the freshness of January. Everyone is so gung ho and ready for a clean slate. While looking over my 2010 goals, I'm actually pleased with myself. I wasn't perfect, but there was definitely more accomplished than not. I really think that writing them down and posting them for the world pushed me. And, this year I'll do better with the monthly check ins.

* Read 30 books.

* Be serious with the budget. At the end of the year, I will have $X saved for our someday house. (It's $X now because I want to check with Hubby before I publish financial things online)

* Hubby and I will have 52 dates this year. It could work out to one a week, but with him in the Navy we might have to clump some together. Once a month it will be a real date where we get a baby sitter and go out. The other dates can be after the boys are in bed. It's really just about devoting time to each other and not our computers.

* Be patient. With the little boys. With Hubby. With the Navy. With myself. We're all learning this as we go. I don't want the boys to grow up in a house that yells. I'm not a screamer, but there are times that my frustration reaches my limit. I want to love more.

What are you going to do in 2011?

super bear!

2010-11-30T15:28:00.008-05:00

Since we have two December babies (3rd and 7th) in our house, we try to spread out the celebrating. We had Bear's birthday party on Sunday.

I had tried to adjust the plans to fit the kids coming (he has an autistic friend, 3 with little brothers and a friend afraid of balloons). It wasn't the awesomely creative party I had hoped for, but he had fun. We had a backdrop (sheet painted) of a city for the super heroes to fly above and pose for pictures. There was a super secret hideout with a tent, ball pit and tunnel.

All dressed up and ready for his friends to come.

His cake was a star shape with clouds. There was a Super Bear (made out of model magic) flying above the skies.

Each kid got a personalized cape, mask, super bracelets and a goodie bag with desserts.

Even Super Little Brothers had fun saving the day.

pretty please

2010-11-22T16:15:00.004-05:00

Bear is at the age where he says the silliest things. I love that I can have actual conversations with him, and it amazes me to watch how he absorbs his surroundings.

Classic conversation

Bear: "Momma. I want more juice."

Me: "What do you say?" We've been working on our manners so I was looking for a please in there.

Bear: "Momma you look pretty. I want more juice."

Flattery works just as well as manners sometimes.

Finished!

2010-11-21T21:38:00.001-05:00

Boys birthday & Christmas presents: Check

Christmas cards: Check

With Love Blue Christmas 5x7 folded card

Get custom photo Christmas cards online at Shutterfly.com.

View the entire collection of cards.

December here we come!

giving thanks: 6 & 7

2010-11-07T21:09:00.002-05:00

6. I'm thankful for Wii Netflix. Hours of snuggle time for me and Hubby once the boys are in bed is perfect.

7. I'm thankful for the nursery at church. The bell choir I'm in played twice during the service today. Hubby had duty (which is nothing new), but he couldn't watch the boys. Normally, I can leave the boys with someone for the 3 minutes we play. We had to stay up at the tables for the 7 or so minutes between songs though. Luckily, both the boys did great being able to play while I was able to play, too.

giving thanks: 5

2010-11-05T23:32:00.003-04:00

So I'm a little late starting this up this year. For the month of November, I will post something that I'm thankful for. It works out to start on the 5th though. The first things people always list are the generics. I'm very thankful for those things, but I hope to go a little deeper this year.

1. I'm thankful for Hubby. He might not be perfect, but he's perfect for me.

2. I'm thankful for Bear who makes me laugh every day. The year of being two has taught me patience, and it has shown be time and again how God must feel about me.

3. I'm thankful for Monkey. He has his spunk, but his soul has a peacefulness about it that amazes me. He was the perfect fit for our family.

4. I'm thankful for our home. It's not my dream home by any means. But, it's our home. It's filled with trains, Cheerios and love.

5. I'm thankful that Bear freaked out today that the bottom of his pants were wet from the rain. That means that he's used to clean, dry clothes which is something not all people can claim.

fall

2010-10-31T00:18:00.000-04:00

We're fall fans.

Fleece jackets.

Pumpkin patches.

Good friends.

Family fun.

Definite fall fans.

Shutterfly freebies

2010-10-30T14:15:00.002-04:00

If anyone currently does not have a Shutterfly account (or has a husband/friend/child with an email address that does not have a Shutterfly account), I have some freebies for you. Leave a comment and I can get you a code for a free 8x8 book, 10 free 5x7 cards, or 101 4x6 prints.

It ends November 15th.

Anyone?

favorite photo friday

2010-10-30T14:12:00.003-04:00

They really do love each other. And for that, I am so grateful.

christmas time is coming soon

2010-10-27T23:20:00.004-04:00

We're a Shutterfly family. Hubby and I created a site when we got married to share pictures with our family and friends. Since we've added the little boys, our pictures tend to be way cuter.

I like personalized Christmas cards. Especially now that we have those two adorable boys to show off. Last year, I designed our cards in photoshop. While it was nice to have a unique design, it was way too much effort. (That's what happens when you're nesting with a Hubby out to sea.) I was super excited to see Shutterfly has almost 750 different designs for Christmas cards. No joke.

My favorite is this one. I love having more than one picture. It's nearly impossible to get both boys to cooperate, and this way I can showcase the best of both of them.

I'm also thinking of ordering these gift tags. When I was a kid, my mom had a coworker fill out the tags for the gifts from Santa. Having special Santa tags would be so stinking adorable.

You should go check them out. Shutterfly is offering 20% off all holiday cards. Christmas will be here before we know it. I'm not one to judge though. Those crazy cards I got all ready last November - they didn't get mailed out until the middle of January.

{Shutterfly is compensating me for sharing their new designs with you}

polygamy and the navy

2010-10-18T13:31:00.004-04:00

I've recently become obsessed with Sister Wives. It's that crazy show on TLC about the family with 4 wives.

While I am a bad share-er and the whole concept is not for me, I realized there are a lot of creepy similarities between polygamist families and military families.

*They have a rotation for when they sleep with their husband. Now that there are 4 wives, I'm guessing it's an every 4th night thing.

Hubby has a duty rotation for when he sleeps on the boat. Every 3-4 night, he goes away.

*People think they're weird. Who volunteers to share their husband?

People think we're weird. Who volunteers to go without their husband for months at a time?

*They share the childrearing duties. While they each have their own kids, they pitch in to help.

Mil spouses all help each other out. We all pitch in on the days you need the extra hand.

They generally seem happy with the arrangement. While you can always get the soundbite or 30 second meltdown, they all seem genuinely content with their lives. My favorite quote was about how they chose that life.

I might have my moments where the Navy drives me up a wall. We chose this life though. And, we're content with our lives.

favorite photo friday

2010-10-15T14:36:00.000-04:00

Hubby had his big exam in DC this last Wednesday. It's why he was sent home early from deployment. He rocked it (as expected). The little boys and I took the train down and had a mini vacation. We got in late Tuesday night - like 11:45 pm and had to be at the train station by 7 am on Thursday. It was fun though. A little family time is good for everyone.

It's so rare that we're able to get a picture of all 4 of us. I treasure each one of them - even if Monkey is less than impressed with the most famous house in America.

it's back

2010-10-15T13:28:00.004-04:00

Hubby's boat came back today. Like it's already docked so don't get your panties in a bunch that I'm breaking OPSEC rules or anything. (Which doesn't make any sense to me anyways since the date they come back is never classified and the actual time is declassified 24 hours in advance. That's a whole other rant though.)

It's weird to see the wives on facebook with happy status updates and decorations on the houses.

Hubby has been back for 3 months. We've been so lucky and grateful to have him home. He came back early to attend a Navy school here.

I'm a big ball of emotions though. I'm glad that all those families can be back together. 6 months is a long time. I know; we did it last time. But, it stinks for our family. Hubby is back to duty nights and long hours with some cruel co-workers. I'm so done with this sea duty.

I know the proper Navy wifely duty is to keep my mouth shut and accept it as it comes. I'm sick of it though. I'm tired of people being mean and hurtful because they can. I'm tired of not knowing what's going on in our own lives.

Welcome home, silly old boat. I can't wait until we can say good bye to you for forever.

naked momma

2010-10-07T14:23:00.002-04:00

What age is it weird for a parent to change in front of the opposite gender child?

Obviously, when you have an itty bitty baby finding time to change your clothes at all (or caring that you're wearing the same yoga pants for the last 3 days) is a miracle. I personally am super uncomfortable with the idea of changing in front of a 16 year old son.

The Bear is almost 3. For the last few months, I've been making sure he's not in the room when I change. Should he walk in (because he's 2 and doesn't have the greatest awareness of personal boundaries) I don't scream or make a big fuss.

What age makes you uncomfortable? Is it difference for a son/mother than a daughter/father?

not expected

2010-10-01T14:55:00.002-04:00

So it's October, and I've decided to come out of my little hole. Now all 3 of you who read will be up to date on the happenings of our little family.

A few weeks ago, my father and step-mom came to visit us. My father had been to our house (almost 2 years ago), but my step-mom never had. They live in Ohio and really had no reason to venture to the Submarine Capital of the World. My step-sister had just moved to the Boston area though, and they had helped her and her family move. We were on the way home so they spent 2 days visiting the boys and seeing the area.

They were talking about how unhappy my step-sister was. She was not a fan of moving. She was not big on being in New England; she doesn't like snow at all. It probably didn't help that the week they moved in was insanely hot (like in the 90s) which never happens around here. I love her, but she was just taking the change hard. She's 29 and has never lived more than 15 minutes from her mom.

I mentioned that I was getting itchy to move. We've lived in this house for 2 1/2 years which is crazy long in military land. We'll find out for sure soon, but there's a really good chance that we'll be here for another 2 years. Almost 5 years in one place is insane. I love the adventure of going new places, making new friends and experiencing things.

My father commented that he thought it was a difference in expectations. I knew when I met, fell in love with, and married Hubby that our life would would lead us all over. I'm game. My step-sister finally just got married in February (They've been together for a long time. They bought a house together. They have a 7 year old daughter together. Just different choices on the marriage thing.) This move caught them both by surprise. He said that she didn't expect to have to move.

I was silent. I was shocked. Isn't that life?

I doubt that anyone ever has their life go exactly as planned. I doubt that when my parents got married they expected to get divorced, my mom end up in Chicago (she hated big cities), and my father in Ohio. We have all these expectations for how our marriages and lives will go, but sometimes it doesn't work that way. No matter how much you plan, there are things out of your control. It irks me that people use that as a crutch. Make the best of what you've been given.

You might move. You might have to leave your mom. You might have to take an awful job. You might end up with no job. You might end up with no kids. You might end up with them a little closer together than you had thought.

Even the best movies have a twist in them. It's what makes life interesting.

favorite photo friday

2010-09-10T09:23:00.006-04:00

Since I haven't done this in a while, this is actually my favorites of them for the last month or so.

Favorite of The Bear: This picture just melts my heart. He's going to be a heart breaker.

Favorite of The Monkey: We were outside playing in the yard. He was so fascinated with the empty bucket.

tired

2010-08-27T15:44:00.003-04:00

Feeling worn down. By a bunch of things. A bunch of small things. And, a few major things.

Tired. Not the sleepy tired. The exhausted don't want to move or think tired.

Hoping it all gets better soon.
Or as better as it can get.

teeth

2010-08-18T13:17:00.002-04:00

Monkey is teething. It's rough. Like crazy, insane, makes me want to hide in the closet rough.

His first tooth finally came through Saturday. The second one is almost all the way through.

He's in a lot of pain. The mellow child could currently be in a commercial for colic. He's been up since 2 am screaming in pain. The only times he's hushed where while I was nursing him.

I've done the Orajel. I've done the cold washcloth. I've done the pressure on his gums. I've done the magical melting tablets.

The only thing left recommended by google is whiskey. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. The Bear was a bad teether; this is nothing new. He did get comfort from the other things though. Nothing seems to be helping. The constant crying breaks my heart (and hurts my head).

I really try to limit the chemicals and yucky things that get into the boys bodies. Which is worse? Whiskey-ed qtips on the gums or being in that much pain for that long? If anyone can find actual evidence that the alcohol is bad, please pass it along.
When my grandma suggested it for The Bear I thought she was insane. Now, I just might be insane.

silhouettes

2010-08-12T14:34:00.000-04:00

My Family from WiddlyTinks.com

I'm loving all the silhouette art work around. I'm a fan of personalized things - for the boys, myself and the family in general. I found this and I'm wanting to make it bigger for something. It's not our real silhouettes so I'm sure if it's lame.

Does anyone have any suggestions or links for something I can do with our silhouettes?

sahm

2010-08-11T13:49:00.002-04:00

We've been having lots of fun family times lately. It's so weird to have Hubby home and not have the boat home. It's actually slightly amazing and giving us a taste of what shore duty will be like.

Since Hubby is actually awake in the evenings and able to have a coherent conversation, we've been doing a lot of planning and dreaming and just generally trying to figure out where our lives are going.

I love being a SAHM. Insanely hard and much harder than expected for sure. I like that I know my children though. I know how they think and can typically predict their behavior. They grow up so quickly and I don't want to miss it. My opinion is that I would gladly give up some luxuries now to be able to be such a part of their daily memories.

How long can you be a SAHM before it's just weird? I would like to point out that being a mom is only part of my job. I'm also a cook, maid, laundress, personal shopper, dog walker . . . once the boys are bigger I know I'll be adding chauffeur to that list. I had a friend in high school who was an only child and her mom still stayed at home. Then, she went to college. Her mom still stayed at home.

I am in no way putting down SAHMs of bigger kids. I also want to feel useful in life. So what's the cutoff? Where does it cross the line? I'm sure if you have family with disabilities this could also change the age.

favorite photo friday

2010-07-30T09:13:00.006-04:00

Favorite of The Bear: He's currently obsessed with "hoops". Probably because it's something he can do with Daddy. We're not calling the NBA yet though. His current skills involve running around with the ball and then throwing it in the air. He does look pretty cute doing it though. Dream big, little Bear.

Favorite of The Monkey: He loves his Daddy. And, Daddy loves him.

yes, Virginia

2010-07-22T14:10:00.006-04:00

I do still exist.

Life has been crazy busy. And, honestly it is still crazy busy.

A special someone was sent home from deployment to attend a school at the base here. Who knew that he could be gone for a little over 3 months (2 of which we had no communication at all), and I could say it wasn't really that long.

Which has meant lots of splashing

A trip to Sesame Place

And just generally readjusting to being a family of 4 again.

I'll be back relatively soon though. Hubby starts having to work full days and hopefully the boys will start napping at the same time again.

favorite photo friday

2010-07-02T01:50:00.000-04:00

Favorite of The Bear: He found his Mickey Mouse ears from when we went to Disney World last August. Bear felt the need to wear them all day. And, he wanted at least 3,874 pictures of him taken in said ears.

Favorite of The Monkey: He's just so freaking happy. I can't believe how lucky we are to have such a good baby.

Favorite of them: I know this is cheating the system, but I am so very glad to get a good picture of both of them.

genius

2010-07-01T14:29:00.002-04:00

Newton discovered gravity when he was 24 years old.

The Monkey has it down before he's 7 months old.

My child is a genius.

tweeting

2010-07-01T10:38:00.003-04:00

I have recently rediscovered Twitter. I can now say I'm a fan. Half the battle was finding a good app to use it for my non-iPhone phone.

It's like facebook status updates on steroids. Or something of that nature.

Now that I check it more than once a month, it would be nice to have people to follow that have updates. I've been hunting through some of the people's followers to find new friends.

I do find it amusing that Obama (I know not the actual Obama, but Obama's "people") is following the Kremlin. I'm glad they keep in touch :-)

I'm @NavyFamily06. Who are you?

negativity

2010-06-29T23:37:00.002-04:00

Dear Negative People,

Please stay away from me. I really don't need you to constantly point out how awful your life is and how it's not fair and you're just so overwhelmed.

In case you missed third grade, let me catch you up. Life is not fair. You will survive. Someone always has it worse. Shocking correlation - the more you whine the worse you feel.

Please put on your big girl panties and deal with it. I need positive people in my life. No room for bad attitudes here. The Bear has enough attitude for all of us.

Thank you,

Stephanie

milspouse friday fill in

2010-06-25T19:50:00.005-04:00

Wifey at Wife of a Sailor is hosting a weekly fill in to meet other mil spouses . . . er mil wives since I have yet to see a military husband's blog. But maybe they do exist.

Because honestly who doesn't love these things. They bring me back 1998 when AOL was the only way you got online.

This week's questions:

1. How did you and your spouse meet?

In college. We met twice. I don't remember the first time, but he does.

So his us meeting story was in October 2004. His roommate was running a marathon. I wanted to go to Olive Garden. I convinced his roommate to go to there the Thursday before to fill up on carbs. I told him to invite his roommate (future Hubby) while I was listing a bunch of people he could invite. We were poor college kids; Olive Garden was an event. Hubby came - along with 13 or so other people. He remembers me. Not so much remembering on this side.

My us meeting story was in September 2005. He was joining the service organization I was in (which was how I had known his roommate). I constantly invited him to things (I'm an inviter), he constantly said no (he's a bit more studious than I). Eventually, he invited me somewhere and we've been inseparable ever since.

We started dating in November of that year and were married October 2006.

2. What's the best thing about being a MilSpouse?

The adventure. We get to go places and experience things most people never do. The Bear was on 4 continents before he was a year old. I love that. We get to re-fall in love every time he comes home. There aren't many marriages out there where you get butterflies like we do. And, while he is gone a lot, we jam as much into his time home possible. We appreciate our family time and really cherish that.

3. What's the hardest thing about being a MilSpouse?

Not knowing what's going on. I'm a planner. I need to plan. I remember our pastor said how great it was I was marrying someone in the military because I do well with stability. I'm not sure what military he was thinking of, but it sure wasn't the US Navy. Where are we moving? When are we moving? When is he coming home? Can we go to this? You never know.

4. What is your favorite dish?

Going to show my classy nature with this answer. Honestly, grilled cheese (or toasted cheese for you southerners), french fries and a Coke Icee. I guess that's not a dish, but it's more of a meal. I'm a french fry fanatic. Like if FFA existed I would be there. Highlight of my trip to Paris was not the fancy schmancy meals. It was eating french fries on the Eiffel Tower. (Yes, I am really that lame.) Yes, I know they aren't really french. Pizza wasn't created in Chicago, but you have to eat it while you're there, too.

5. If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

I would like all mean people to have a giant M on their forehead. Some people are mean and will never be happy. I've accepted that. We're all different, and I don't think I would want to change people. But, a little warning that a mean person is coming at you would be nice. One of those "it's not me, it's you" things.

jump

2010-06-20T22:56:00.002-04:00

Let me start with reminding you (and myself) that I love my child.

This story is reason 4,378 why planning ahead really just creates more work for me.

Saturday, I realized Hubby's car hadn't been driven in a while. It had been about 3 weeks which is really longer than I had intended. The Bear has a car seat in it, but I have to switch The Monkey's over to drive it. It really was just a hassle I didn't want to deal with.

It was nice weather and the boys were both in relatively good moods when we got home Saturday afternoon. I decided to pull Hubby's car over and switch The Monkey's car seat so it would be all ready for us to go to church today.

I pulled Hubby's car into the drive way (he parks it across the street since we live in a duplex and only have a one car driveway/garage. I opened up all the doors to air it out while I was installing the car seat. The Bear climbed into his car seat and had fun in "dada's ar". He thinks he's a big shot now that he can get into the seat by himself.

I went to sleep proud of myself for being so well prepared and saving us from the inevitable Sunday morning rush.

This morning, we get ready and are on way to early church on time. Does this ever happen? I get the boys both in their seats and go to start the car.

It sounds funny, but I'm not really paying much attention to the car because The Bear is screaming for his Cheerios.

I put the car in reverse and realize we're going backwards. But, only because our driveway has a slight hill. The engine is off and thus the gas pedal (and power steering) has no effect.

I stop the car halfway into the street. Turn it off. Try again. And again. And again for good measure. I then get the boys out of the car. We live on a quiet street, but I'm not a fan of leaving them hanging out in the middle of it.

Call a friend who is amazing and comes over in 10 minutes to help me jump it. She teaches me how to jump a car.

I take it an auto place and they check the battery. They said it's fine. Something was a bit low, but nothing major. They asked if it had sat for awhile, and I'm silently cursing myself for letting it sit there for 3 weeks.

Come home because we have now obviously missed church. Hang out at home all day.

Tonight, I was taking The Puppy out and saw the light on in the car.

The back lights. The ones right by The Bear's car seat. The ones he can reach when he's getting into this seat.

The ones that he turned on Saturday and caused the battery to die.

The ones that stayed on all of Sunday and caused the battery to die again.

I went inside to grab the keys to check to see if I could start the car. Nope. It was indeed dead again.

We'll be jumping the car again tomorrow morning.

And, checking the car lights every time we exit the car.

too fast

2010-06-19T22:52:00.002-04:00

There have already been a million and two times when I'm glad that both my kids are boys. It just seems . . . easier?

I think there's an overprotective part of parenting that makes boys easy. Bikinis on little girls drive me nuts. Short shorts are gross. Keep that little baby skin covered up, please. It made me sad to realize that size 7 girl shorts are shorter than The Bear's 2T shorts. Seriously.

I'm all for fun momma & daughter bonding. Spa days aren't in the future for the boys and me. I did find it a bit odd that moms seem to be taking itty bitties to get their nails done. What age is it appropriate to get a manicure or pedicure? No experience on this one; I just think 2 and 3 seems so young.

Are little girls growing up too fast? Or am I not going fast enough?

father's day

2010-06-19T22:31:00.009-04:00

Happy Father's Day to the best Daddy we know! We're sad you're working far away today, but remember how proud we are of you. Thank you for keeping us safe and raising us to be men you will be proud of.

Daddy meeting his first boy

Daddy teaching The Bear one of the quirks of Navy life - hotel living while waiting for a home

Homecoming snuggles after last deployment

Daddy passing on the love of the Cubbies and how to cheer them on

Meeting the littlest boy

We can't wait for all the things you're still going to teach us!

Love, The Bear & The Monkey

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there - and all the moms pulling double duty whether by choice or circumstance!

mattering

2010-06-19T11:37:00.003-04:00

You know those days that diapers and temper tantrums don't stop coming . . .

Remember you do matter. People are watching.

favorite photo friday

2010-06-18T10:09:00.000-04:00

Favorite of The Bear: He's discovered that my computer has a camera on it. He loves to lay down next to me and say "cheese". We don't end up with a ton of fantastic pictures, but we do have fun being silly together.

Favorite of The Monkey: It amazes me at what a happy and mellow little boy he is. He's growing up so fast though. He's about 2 months ahead of when The Bear hit all his milestones. I know you aren't supposed to compare children, but I am constantly shocked with how fast he's doing things. Yes, my child is a genius :-)

What are your favorites from the week?

bathtubs

2010-06-18T09:05:00.002-04:00

The Bear loves water. He's not a huge fan of going under the water yet, but he loves to splash.

This winter, I started filling up his bathroom sink with water and giving him a cup and a bath toy. He would spend a good 45 minutes playing in it.

Earlier this week, I found his new favorite pastime. I fill the tub up with less than an inch of water and let him stomp and splash and have fun. It's cheap, fast and fun. Because there isn't much water in the tub, he can't splash any out so there's essentially no clean up.

Why have I not thought of this before?

embrace the camera: june 17

2010-06-17T14:35:00.005-04:00

Emily has turned her week long challenge of including Momma (meaning you) in pictures to a weekly thing. It really isn't that hard to take a picture of you and one (or more) of you kiddos once a week. So join on in on Thursdays. The Bear's a bit egocentric right now, but I'm hoping in a few (or 40) years he'll love pictures of our whole family.

I started by taking a picture of The Bear and me.

Then, he wanted to include "baby" meaning The Monkey. I thought it was really sweet he actually wanted to include him. Sometimes he's such a good big brother. Don't mind the messy bib; The Monkey was eating his dinner.

He then wanted his picture taking with a million and two different toys. I'll spare you those. Seriously, he found every cheap McDonald's Happy Meal toy and felt it was a treasure. I was no longer thinking it was sweet.

Finally, he remembered The Puppy and had to have his picture taken with him. Totally worth the 3,000 McDonald's toys picture to get this one.

opinionated: baby names

2010-06-15T21:07:00.002-04:00

After yesterday's honesty, I'm not feeling as heavy today.

Same disclaimer of sorts. These are my opinions. Not any group I'm associated with. Not the Navy's (because you know there are crazy people out there that make connections like that at then yell at me - that's a whole different post though). You're welcome to disagree. In fact, I welcome it. Just be polite.

I'm a name snob. I love traditional names for people. If you want to be weird and spell things wrong, get a dog. He won't be applying for any jobs.

I love classic, traditional names. I like names that you can spell when you say. It's the yearbook editor in me. While there are fine names like Kristin, you will constantly be going through life as "Kristin with an i". And, please do not take a normal name like Christopher and spell it Kristafer. Seriously. Just don't.

You can be different without being weird.

But that's just my opinion. What's yours?

rocks

2010-06-15T21:03:00.002-04:00

I collected rocks when I was a kid.

The Bear is now very big into collecting "ocks". We have multiple piles of them outside our house.

It's really not that cool.

I know realize how lame I was as a child.

i heart faces: babies

2010-06-14T13:55:00.001-04:00

I heart faces is one of my favorites photography websites. The challenge this week was "all about babies".

I love my babies. I took his right after The Monkey was born. Like at most 45 minutes after he was born. One of the thing about babies is that they make mommas, too. I love his squishy face laying right next to my mom necklace.

Check out the other entries for more snuggly little ones.

opinionated: abortion

2010-06-14T13:07:00.003-04:00

Following my warning yesterday, I decided to jump right into the heavy stuff.

Disclaimer of sorts. These are my opinions. Not any group I'm associated with. Not the Navy's (because you know there are crazy people out there that make connections like that at then yell at me - that's a whole different post though). You're welcome to disagree. In fact, I welcome it. Just be polite.

I am pro-choice.

I find it odd that we can do a myriad of things to our bodies that harm ourselves and others, but abortion is so taboo.

Personally, it's not a choice that I would make. It doesn't fit me. I don't feel like I have the right to tell others what is best for them. Some people are not meant to be parents. Or parents at the time in their life when they get pregnant. Ideally, there would be a great support system in our country to provide great prenatal care, amble information on adoption, plentiful birth control, knowledge on how our bodies work . . . But, there isn't. Until there are these things, I don't feel it's right to demand that no one can have an abortion. Remember Nebraska's safe haven law? Great step in the right direction, but it didn't work. There are people practically shouting that they need help. Provide the help before you add more kids to the mix that need it.

There is nothing more damaging to a child than being told point blank that they were not wanted and they are not loved.

A mother not wanting her child (even if she gets adequate prenatal care) puts that child at a higher risk for learning disabilities.

Can society provide the emotional, physical and mental support to kids coming from these homes?

Yes, the Bible says that God made us and knew us in the womb. The Bible says lots of things that people seem to gloss over to fit their needs. Leviticus 19:27. We all have no problems ignoring that one. I am a Christian, but you have to take things with a grain of salt. God gives us children. And, he gave us knowledge to do what was best. Sometimes we need to do painful things because they get us to the end result God intended.

I said earlier that I would not have an abortion. I'm sure there are circumstances in which I might change my mind. Would you have an abortion if it would save your life? If it would save the lives of your mom, husband and other children? I don't know. But, it's my right to make those decisions - not the government's.

That's my opinion though. What's yours?

being real

2010-06-13T22:26:00.004-04:00

I like to be liked. I'm thinking most people do.

I used to be fairly honest with my thoughts. At least with my close friends. The whole Hubby in the Navy thing has taught me to bite my tongue. Holy moly have there been times where I've almost lost it. Hubby, don't worry. Not completely destroying your career with my honesty. :-)

I've noticed myself holding back my opinions sometimes even on here. Seriously, how lame is that. I'm not writing things because I'm afraid of upsetting people out in the world that I don't even know. Am I seriously that much in need of approval?

All bets are off this week though. Should you be easily offended or can't close a window when you think I'm wrong, please don't check back until next week. Feel free to express your own opinions in the comments. Just be polite. I love a good debate; I don't love name calling or just being mean.

ready, set, go

2010-06-12T10:38:00.003-04:00

I am so not ready for The Monkey to crawl.

The Bear is so not ready to share all his toys.

Apparently, our opinions don't matter.

super bear!

2010-06-11T14:16:00.010-04:00

I decided The Bear needed a cape. Despite all my fears of raising little boys, I've decided it pretty much rocks.

And, seriously, what 2 year old boy doesn't want to be a super hero? Heck, what 30 year old boy doesn't want to be a super hero?

I was putting away laundry while trying to figure out something to sew and realized we no longer need the 3,012 swaddling blankets. The Monkey is too big for them, and he doesn't spit up on 27 each day anymore anyways.

Using

2 swaddling blankets - the cheap kind that come in a set from Target

A small piece of velcro

30 minutes

I made him a cape.

Figure out the size you want. I ended up cutting about 5 inches off one of the sides. I could have skipped this stage, but I needed to get the elephant off. Not quite sure the small, peeling elephant screamed super hero.

Using the part I cut off of the patterned blanket I cut out a "T" like the "S" for Superman. You can make whatever letter fits your child (or husband).

Stitch the letter onto the plainer blanket (solid green in our case). You get all fancy and put interfacing before you sew. I realized this was for a 2 year old and probably not worth the effort.

Sew the right sides together almost all the way around. Flip it right side out and sew the opening closed.

Cut some velcro tabs (or use those handy dandy velcro squares). Put one on each side of the fabric. So top right corner of patterned and top right corner of the plain. If this makes no sense, but the cape on you and you'll get why you need one on each side.
Insert your future super hero. Enter a phone booth should you feel that necessary. Or know where a phone booth still exists.

*I know the color in these pictures is way off. It was late and I was using my old camera. You get the idea though :-)

officially uncool

2010-06-10T11:23:00.000-04:00

I just told The Bear to stop jumping on the bed.

He looks at me and musters up as much distain a 2 1/2 year old can muster (which is actually quite a bit). He slowly turns to look at me and says "not cool".

I thought I had until he was 6 before he learned I wasn't cool. Apparently, he's advanced.

6 months

2010-06-10T09:35:00.006-04:00

The Monkey is 6 months old already. Well, actually 6 months and a week now. It seems like it went much faster this time. I can only imagine how time flies for the Duggar family :-)

We had a mini photo session at home to celebrate the big event. I love my camera.

He always has to have something in his mouth. Silly boy.

The laundry basket shot. I did this same thing with The Bear at 7 months and everyone loved them. Why not try to recreate it?

My baby. This is totally him. I just want to give him hugs and keep him this small forever.

The Monkey is wearing a few of the larger 3-6 month clothes, but is mostly in 6 months now - especially the one piece romper type outfits. He's a long boy.

He's nursing 3 times a day and eating 1-2 meals of "solid" food. He's a big fan of sweet potatoes and applesauce, but he makes a displeased face at peas. He'll eat them but not happily.

He takes a short morning cat nap and a longer afternoon nap that lasts an hour or so. He's sleeping 11-12 hours at night in his crib.

He's the happiest kid in the world.
And, I love him a lot.

bp irony

2010-06-08T23:19:00.001-04:00

found on flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/therachelmaddowshow/4667450260/

remembering

2010-05-31T14:35:00.000-04:00

I'm reposting this from last Memorial Day.

I have been blessed with many opportunities to travel and experience things. The summer between my sophomore and junior year of college I went to Paris to take a history class. There is nothing that compares to learning on the same soil things happened.

Here are some of the pictures from when we visited Normandy. There is something immeasurably powerful learning about D-Day while you yourself are struggling up the beach. And, I was dry, not hauling pounds of gear and there were no bullets being shot at me.

The actual beach the US troops landed on. The lucky few who made it to land still had this climb in their way.
I kid you not the sea of headstones went on into the distance. And, these were just the men whose families chose to have them buried in France instead of brought home.
There were too many of these to count. It's so sad for their families, but the thought that they are known by someone brings peace to my heart.
It was all for a reason though. This flag was made by a grandmother in her attic while German troops ate and slept in her home. She wanted to welcome the American troops and thank them for saving her. It was made from scrap fabric and candy wrappers for the stars.
Summer is fantastic, but that's not all we need to be grateful for this weekend.

including momma: day 3

2010-05-26T21:01:00.004-04:00

Emily at the anderson crew is encouraging all the mommas out there to take at least one picture a day with your kid(s).

Today was all about The Monkey. He had gotten the lovely cold that The Bear had earlier this week. Who doesn't love more puke? Luckily, I got it at the same time so the two of us were snuggle bugs today. The Bear was not so snuggly, but he has to realize that there are days in life when it's not all about him. The Monkey has no clothing on because this was right between throwing up. Seriously, who looks this cute when they're that sick?

including MY momma

2010-05-26T10:29:00.001-04:00

Taking pictures of me and the boys has made me look through old pictures of me and my momma. 99% of the pictures are back at their house so I'm sure there are more there. These are my favorites that were scanned into my computer. Don't mind the big glasses, acid washed jeans or bad haircuts. :-)

1985. I honestly have no idea who took this picture. This was when we were in the just the two of us stage. So glad she included herself.

1991. I was learning how to roller skate. I had also just had surgery and had 11 teeth pulled so smiling wasn't something I liked to do.

1992. We had whip cream fights when I was a kid. It involved paper plates full of whipped cream, lots of chasing each other, and huge messes.

2004. Oh yes. We're such goofs. We were on one of our last family vacations. I have no idea what we were doing besides being goofy in the hotel room.

1990. My favorite picture of all time of the two of us. Me and my momma.
Thanks for including yourself, Momma. I love you.

including momma: day 2

2010-05-25T14:16:00.002-04:00

Emily from the anderson crew issued a challenge to take pictures of the mommas AND the kids every day this week.

Today is a better day. No puking. Lots of smiles. And, simultaneous nap times. Thank you, God.

We had more fun taking pictures today. The Bear kept asking for "more cheese" meaning "please take more pictures of me darling mother" in Bear-ese. I figured out the timer on my camera. Which really means, I figured out there was a timer on my camera and then how to use it. The camera was on a blanket on a container of cupcakes on the ottoman. I lost the top of my head, but that's fine by me. The Bear is showing off an old Subway toy he found that flashes. The Monkey is enthralled with The Bear as usual.

grand names

2010-05-25T10:09:00.000-04:00

There is a part of my family that is slightly dysfunctional. Well, I guess they function. It's just not your typical functioning.

I ended up having a lot of grandparents. Like a lot. 11 of them. The result was a lot of grandparent nicknames.

My mom's mom: Nanny (pronounced non-e)

My mom's dad: Grandpa

My mom's stepmom: Vi (her first name. They didn't get married until my mom was about my age now.)

My father's mom: Grandma

My father's stepdad: Bill

My father's dad: Grandpa Forrest (yes, his real name is Forrest)

My father's stepmom: Granny

My stepdad's mom: Ba-Chan (Japanese for grandma)

My stepdad's dad: Dad's dad (he died before my mom met my stepdad)

My stepmom's mom: Grandma F*

My stepmom's dad: Grandpa F*

The Bear and The Monkey have 6 grandparents none of which are Grandma or Grandpa. Nanny & Poppy, Grammy & PaPaw and Papa & Nana.

What do you have? What do you envision yourself being called once you reach that stage in life?

including momma: day 1

2010-05-24T21:13:00.004-04:00

Emily from the anderson crew issued a challenge for all the "momarazzi" out there. This week we're supposed to take pictures of us (the mommas) with one or more of the kiddos.

I almost totally gave up and didn't do it today. The Bear has been throwing up for the last 36 hours. I haven't showered since Saturday morning. Gross, but true. The only one that had real clothes on was The Monkey, and those only lasted until his diaper exploded.

Then, I realized that's okay. That's how our life is. My favorite pictures of me and my mom aren't the posed ones where she got all gussied up. Why not give the little ones pictures of how we are. We might not be pretty, but they are loved.

The Bear is obviously sick. He wouldn't smile for me.

A very blurry picture. But, a very us picture.

earning my mommy points

2010-05-24T18:33:00.002-04:00

I have officially lost count of how many times I have been puked on in the last 36 hours. How I wish 2 year olds could give you a moment of warning before they throw up.

Little Bear, you better remember this when you're picking my nursing home.

Monkey, I know they say no screen time when you're this little, but Momma has to do something to survive. We don't have to share this with all those child experts.

Hubby, I deserve a very nice vacation after deployment.

favorite photo friday

2010-05-20T22:40:00.006-04:00

Spring makes me take lots of pictures. I guess having two adorable (at least I think) little boys helps in the picture taking department.

Favorite of The Bear: I make The Monkey's solid food. Well, I make his milk too, but that's a whole different type of picture. The Bear is big into "my turn" and "helping" me. The 2s are lovely. He was pretty adorable helping me puree the sweet potatoes. We have a learning tower that he's standing on. He had to have his apron on, because I had mine on.

Favorite of The Monkey: He can sit up! I can't believe my little boy can sit up already. I know you're not supposed to compare kids, but I keep thinking that The Monkey is doing this way before The Bear did. The Monkey can go about 4-5 minutes sitting without toppling over. We had a mini photo session Thursday to capture his new skill. I love his "yeah, this is no big deal, mom" expression.

And, post topple I got this picture. It's such a classic baby shot. I changed the colors to give it an old fashioned vibe. I just want to give him a big kiss!

monotasking

2010-05-19T21:42:00.002-04:00

I love MOPS. If there is one piece of advice I could give to all the mommies out there, it would be to find a local MOPS group.

As I've mentioned before, I get weekly emails with encouraging bits of mommy wisdom. A few weeks ago, the topic was monotasking. Not multitasking. Monotasking.

With the two littles, I am constantly juggling way more than I should be. The thing about doing 3,000 things at the same time is I do none of them well. None of them nearly as well as I could. And, I don't enjoy doing any of them. It's always a burden.

I've been working on this crazy concept of monotasking. Ignoring those dirty dishes in the sink, the toys all over the floor, all the "I should be"s . . . and instead enjoying the time with the little boys.

I'm raising little boys to be honorable men. That is where my attention and effort should be.

top ten tuesday {things to experience}

2010-05-18T11:30:00.000-04:00

I decided it was time to start some dreaming again.

Top Ten Things I want to experience:

1. 4th of July in Boston. Can you get any more patriotic than that? They have people in costume and reenact things - like the Boston Tea Party. I'm a huge dork and a sucker for anything patriotic so this is right up my alley.

2. New Year's Eve in Times Square. Hubby gave the go ahead for us to one day do Boston on the 4th, but he thinks I'm crazy for wanting to do this one. He's not a fan of crowds. At all. I'm trying to convince him that this is the year we can do it. We would get two hotel rooms in NYC. One for my parents and one for us. We could leave the little ones with my parents and join in the mass chaos. I'm sure it's one of those anti-climatic things that's actually quite lame in person, but it's one of those things I want to see being lame in person.

3. Living in a foreign country. I was a foreign exchange student twice (Germany between my junior and senior year in high school and France the summer between sophomore and junior year of college). I love experiencing other cultures, and I think it would be awesome for the boys. My mother might hate me for taking them so far away, but I'm sure she would visit :-)

4. Be in all 50 states. I hit my 44th in 2003 and plateaued since then. I'm still missing Alaska, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, and Wyoming. A move from here to Washington would solve most of that problem. Hint, hint: Mr. Navy.

5. Publishing a book. I have no story or any thing like that. I just think it would be so awesome to get a book published.

6. Having a home that's ours. 100% mine and Hubby's to do as we please with it.

7. Being in a wedding. I've never been in a wedding. Besides you know being the bride (and flower girl when I was 3). None of my super close friends are close to the getting married stage, my sort of close friends all had closer friends or huge families, and my Navy friends are already married.

8. A surprise party. I'm insanely nosey and don't let things just go. I think it would fun to have one big surprise.

9. Having a garden. I would love to be able to plant seeds, take care of them and then eat them!

10. A second honeymoon. I'm hoping for a huge, amazingly awesome, perfect vacation when Hubby gets out of the Navy. Not that I've built this up at all in my mind. I'm sure he can meet my expectations though :-)

Check out some other lists on ohamanda's blog.

buzzmama

2010-05-17T21:23:00.003-04:00

I am super excited I was chosen as a BuzzMama for Mabel's Labels! The count of people that think I'm cool now is at 3 - Mabel, my mom and The Monkey. (I lost all coolness in the eyes of of The Bear today when I told him he couldn't have cookies as his dinner.)

I've been a fan of Mabel's Labels for a while now, but I was being cheap and using masking tape and my label maker every morning to mark The Bear's things. He's starting pre-school this fall and I knew I needed to step up the labeling. The Monkey will be using sippy cups soon, too. Tracking 2 sippies during playdates AND 2 little ones it just asking for a meltdown. I LOVE their sticky labels (and The Bear loves the train icons). The bag tags are totally the next on the buy list. How cute will that look on The Bear's backpack next year?

You really should check them out. If not to order, at least look at how pretty the world is all colored coded and labeled. I do have some awesome coupons if you are interested in trying them out. Leave a comment, and I can get you the codes.

favorite photo friday

2010-05-13T22:46:00.004-04:00

So I finally uploaded all the pictures I've taken the last two weeks. It might not seem like a lot to a normal person, but I take a lot of pictures. Like a lot a lot. Here are my favorites from the week.

Favorite of The Bear: The Bear loves his bubbles. I might have said "If you want bubbles, you have to _____" three thousand times already this spring. My mom is convinced he's advanced that he can blow bubbles. I think she just wants an advanced grandson. He does look pretty adorable.

Favorite of The Monkey: I am constantly amazed at how mellow of a kid he is. He's such a good little brother. He's content to sit and watch The Bear. He is scooting about though, and I know it won't be long until he's running around. He was so tired, but he didn't cry at all while he sat in his car seat.

mother's day

2010-05-09T20:50:00.003-04:00

Happy Mother's Day to all the mommas out there!

Today was a roller coaster of emotions at our house.

Kiddos slept well last night and no one made a peep until 7:45 am.

Not the most amazing thing ever, but I'll take any small victory I can get.

Got everyone dressed and ready earlier than we needed to be (which NEVER happens) so we were able to stop by Dunkin Donuts for a yummy treat before church.

I'm thinking today is going to be a pretty amazing day.

The Bear freaked out when I tried to drop him off at Sunday School.

I have no idea what has gotten into him the last week or so, but I am not a fan of the attitude shift. He didn't cry for long, but it was an all out emotional breakdown. I was outside the room, but listening to it broke my heart.

I did great at bell practice. We played at the late service today so I was wide awake and loving the spring song.

Hello, perfect day. You're back.

A friend from MOPS was snuggling The Monkey and went to change him for me during church.

Thank you, gift from God!

While my MOPS friend was changing The Monkey, The Bear escaped from the nursery and had a full out melt down. While I'm trying to console him, the bell choir begins playing. Without me.

Feeling like I suck at life. Screaming 2 year old. Check. Left the choir director scrambling for a last second substitute. Check.

Came home. Hubby has hidden cards for me about the house for while he's deployed. I get every Saturday and then on the special days - like Easter and Mother's Day. My mom gives me the clue for today. I hunt. It's not there.

Sad, depressed Stephanie lays on the floor and cries. Seriously feeling that suck at life thing.

Everyone naps. Quiet comes over the house. I have a moment to think and ponder. Remember that The Bear is 2. He is not a mind reader. He didn't know that I had plans and I needed him to be perfectly behaved for those exact 3 minutes. I am a mother first.

Guilt passes over me. In the grand scheme of life, some things don't matter. Having The Bear know he is my number one is what really matters.

Dinner with my mom and a MOPS mommy who also has her Hubby gone. Bubbling with pride that my 2 year old is the best behaved kiddo in the bunch. He's sitting still, eating his food, and filling me with love.

I did something right.

We end our day playing with trains and reading books. The Bear tells me twice that he has to use the potty (all that apple juice at dinner will do that to you). He's now gone 3 weeks without an accident!

Content and full of love for my family.

I'm nursing The Monkey for one last time before bed. The Bear comes running into my room. He throws himself at me with a hug and a kiss. "Happy Mama Day" and he's off to bed.

It was a pretty amazing day. Lots of love and a few momma lessons along the way.

changing

2010-05-06T22:25:00.002-04:00

My mom is in town and so I'm watching different shows than I normally do. Private Practice is on now.

They were talking about people having the ability to change. The quote went something like "People don't change. They just get better at covering up their flaws."

Can people change? Is it a real change or are they just controlling themselves? Are we preset with certain characteristics or are we able to change?

2010: month 4

2010-05-03T21:45:00.002-04:00

So, I missed updating in April. I'm back on the bandwagon now though. Here's where I stand with the new years resolutions.

* Plans. Yep. Good on this one. We have a bazillion if this happens, then we'll this going on. Nothing set in stone yet. Hello, Hubby's in the Navy. I like knowing all the potential ways we can go though. I've done (relatively) well with sticking to the budget I've given myself. I also have developed a menu planning system that works for us. I map out a month's worth of meals and give them tentative dates. Should we skip a real dinner that night or I want something else, I can trade for another day. I cross out the used meals which means I can quickly glance at the calendar and know our possibilities. Not the most organized, but it works for us.

* The boys are each getting their own time. They no longer nap at the same time, so it makes special mommy time easy.

* 14 books done. I've actually started a few more and never finished them which is weird for me to do. I'm ahead of my one every two weeks goal which makes me feel proud.

* Taking care of me . . . yeah. It's a process, right? I am eating better and getting more exercise than I was. One more month until we can start our Y membership with the childcare.

* Potty train The Bear. CHECK! Exhausting day one led to an easier day two and three. He still has the occasional accident, but he's two and I'm okay with that. No accidents in 9 days though.

* Positive attitude in the works. Hubby has hidden notes around the house for me to find while he's gone since we don't have email. The one I got a few weeks ago said that he really liked one of the quotes on my facebook page. It was a random, out of blue comment. It's been there since we met, and he had never said anything about it. The quote is "Change your thoughts and you change your world." It was a perfect reminder to keep my chin up.

So how are you doing with your resolutions? We're 5/12 of the way through 2010 - crazy! It's not too late to catch up!

one month ago

2010-04-30T22:07:00.002-04:00

It's been a month since Hubby left on deployment. It always amazes me at how long the days are and yet the weeks seem to fly by. We still have no real idea when he or the boat is coming back which makes this deployment more of a count-up than a count-down. That's okay though. This had the strong potential of being our last good bye. It makes it all seem a bit easier to handle knowing it's the last time I'll be watching the port side of the boat.

I feel like I ought to have more accomplished or to show for the last month. 30 days should have produced something tangible. I should have all these brilliant insights on parenting and deployments.

I don't.

I've been feeling a bit inadequate. I have this picture in my mind of what I should be doing. What the boys should be like. Somehow I never get reality to look like that picture.

The Bear is being 2. Testing all his limits. Trying to find his place in the world. His great achievement is being basically potty trained. He has the occasional accident; once or twice a week he'll catch himself as he starts to go in his undies. I never knew so much of my mood and self worth could be tied to using the potty. I have to remind myself that he's trying. We only started this process 3 weeks ago.

The Monkey is the ideal second child. He's mellow, sleeps well, and gives me the biggest smiles if he gets any attention at all. I started him on solid food a few weeks ago. 4 months is a bit early for my liking, but he was ready. He had been sleeping for 12 hours a night for 2 months and was suddenly waking up 3-4 times wanting to eat. He knew right what to do and is one of the neatest little eaters I've ever seen. (Except tonight. Tonight ended with carrots on his toes, in my hair, on the wall, and stuck in The Puppy's fur.) I worry that he doesn't get enough attention, but second children seem to survive.

My mom is here visiting for a few weeks. It's nice to have someone to talk to that can answer back in full sentences. She's been a big help. She made me go up to my room last night for an hour after dinner. I wasn't allowed to come out to clean up or do anything. I feel guilty asking for help though. I don't work so I should be able to handle this. Why do I feel like I need a break when I really don't do anything?

That's where we are. Or at least I am emotionally. Just feeling a bit blah. I know it will pass though. So that's why there's been a lack of posting lately. Maybe a little pity party will get it out of my system though.

mil spouse blog hop

2010-04-30T21:35:00.002-04:00

Who doesn't love to meet new friends? There's a military spouse blog hop happening over at Riding the Roller Coaster. Mil Spouses, head on over to realize you're not the only one slowing going crazy during deployment. Non mil spouses, check it out if you like to watch other people slowly go crazy over a 6 month span :-)

I'm Stephanie. Wife to a submariner and mom to two little boys (a two year old who tests my patience on an hourly basis and a 4 month old who is growing up way too quickly and will be testing my patience on an hourly basis before I know it).

This is our second deployment on a fast attack, but we have lots (8 I think) of underways under our belt from the last 2 years. We've been married 3.5 years, and just remembering how fast it's all gone wears me out.

I'm a SAHM dreaming of shore duty or being able to go to the bathroom alone. No idea which one will come first though. I am a bit of a control freak and the uncertainty of the Navy drives be nuts. When we got engaged, everyone commented on how much I would love the nice, stable job Hubby had. I know better now.

I still make lots of plans. The current one is to enjoy the journey.

favorite photo friday

2010-04-30T20:57:00.004-04:00

Favorite of The Bear: I've started giving him water play time in the bathroom sink. I really ought to fill a bucket and put in on the floor for him. Until then, I get to watch these little piggies.

Favorite of The Monkey: I am shocked at how fast he's growing up. He's loving his exersaucer. He's playing with the toys and actually touching the bottom (on the lowest setting).

favorite photo friday

2010-04-23T00:14:00.000-04:00

Favorite of The Bear: I have a whole set of funny faces from The Bear. He was in such a goofy mood. I have no idea what's gotten in to him lately, but I'm glad it's spring and he can burn some of that energy at the park.

Favorite of The Monkey: The Monkey is the most mellow kid I have ever met. His smiles light up my world. You just look at him and he smiles. If you happen to talk to him, he busts out laughing.

dinosaur momma

2010-04-16T21:41:00.002-04:00

I nurse The Monkey. I breastfeed The Bear until he was about 13 months, and I plan on doing the same thing this time.

Because there is only one of me and two children that tend to need my attention at the exact same time, I nurse The Monkey in front of The Bear. I don't make a big deal about it. I just tell him Baby has to eat. When The Bear knows The Monkey is hungry, he'll bring me the boppy so I can feed him. He's 2 so I don't feel like it's anything inappropriate.

The Bear walked up to me holding his dinosaur and asked me to pick him up. I thought he just needed some love.

I picked him and tried to give him a hug.

The Bear shoves his dinosaur down my shirt. I pulled it out and asked him what he was doing. He said, "Dinosaur eat."

Apparently, I'm a dinosaur momma too.

favorite photo friday

2010-04-16T13:44:00.003-04:00

I went to look through my pictures to see which one(s) was my favorite this week. I was shocked to discover I haven't uploaded pictures from my camera since the 6th. That's just crazy long for me.

I'm choosing not to waste all of the boys' nap time uploading pictures today. So while I don't have a picture of the boys, I do have one that is actually my favorite of the week.

Hubby has a port visit! We've been able to Skype which is wonderful. He was being a dork wearing his sunglasses in a bar. Yes, he spent 2 hours sitting in a bar on his computer so he could use their free wi-fi. He has the headphones in so he can actually hear us over the 70s and 80s music. I believe 3 Michael Jackson songs were played during our chat.

He's the best Hubby. It had only been 2 weeks, but we sure missed him.

glee

2010-04-13T22:18:00.002-04:00

Glee makes my heart happy.

Seriously all major world decisions should be made after watching it. The world would be a much happier place.

day two & three

2010-04-11T20:01:00.002-04:00

Holy moly! Saturday and Sunday sure were different than the emotionally exhausting Friday. I was afraid to post yesterday and jinx myself.

Saturday at 11:45 am The Bear told me he had to go potty. We scurried over and he went. Like immediately. It clicked. He woke up wet after his nap yesterday. But, he told me when he had to poop. (Sorry if this is over sharing for some people. It's a BIG deal in our world though.) He had one accident yesterday, but it was really more my fault than his. He stopped immediately and finished in the potty.

This morning he woke up dry after all night. This might be because The Monkey woke us both up at 6:30, but that's a whole other issue. He went all day today without an accident. Dry during naps. Told me before going every single time. I am so very proud of him.

He was completely in diapers on Thursday. And all the signs of readiness were non-existent. He woke up wet from naps and night time. He had no real interest in the potty. He didn't mind sitting in a wet diaper. 90% of the time he wouldn't even tell me after he had gone.

I'm sure there will be the occasional accident, but I'm declaring him potty trained tonight.

We loosely followed Lora Jensen's plan. It was exhausting the first day, but it really did happen in 3 days. Part of buying her ebook was pledging not to share her "secrets" with others. There were some helpful hints, but most of her advice I found free in other places online. She does have a help desk for parents that need some extra support. We also adapted the plan to fit us. Part of being a stay at home mom is knowing my children. Like knowing knowing and knowing what will work for them. We did a gradual progression of clothing. Friday, The Bear ran around with no bottoms and a big tshirt. Saturday was real undies. Today was fully dressed with real undies. (You have no idea how cute his little tush is in super hero unders though.) I also tracked the times he went and what happened. If he told me, if he finished on the potty, what he was doing . . . It really helped me to figure out his natural schedule so I knew when to anticipate him needing to go.

Tomorrow we're venturing out of the house for the first time since Thursday. I'm a little scared. He doesn't always give me the most notice, but it's a learning experience.

And, we'll have our potty with us and an extra change of clothes. Just in case :-)

day one

2010-04-09T23:14:00.002-04:00

Little Bear,

Today we began the journey that is potty training. In true Momma and Bear fashion, we jumped right into it. You get your over the top emotional nature from me, and so it's best for us to just throw ourselves into big changes.

It was the longest, most draining day I've had with you since the day you came home from the hospital. Since you were running around with no pants on and I like our furniture, I had to be constantly watching you. Waiting. Waiting for you to go to the bathroom so I could yell "Potty!", grab you and run to your potty chair. Not the most glamourous moments of my life for sure.

You're quite lucky that The Monkey is such a mellow baby and was content to be ignored most of the day. I had some major mommy guilt for the lack of involvement with him. Please know that during your life there will be days like today in reverse in which The Monkey gets the constant attention and you must be content to be fed, safe and clean.

After you and your brother were in bed for the night, I felt about 3,000 pounds lighter. I could close my eyes for 2 seconds without the fear of opening them and finding a huge mess. I felt desperately alone that I'm doing this without your Daddy here. I miss him so, and it seems all the big transitions in your life are done when I'm alone. Ditching the pacifier, moving to a big boy bed, potty training . . . It didn't seem fair. I didn't know how I would last 2 more days inside the house all alone with both of you. "They" say to not go anywhere the first 3 days. What had I gotten myself into? Should I have just waited until you potty trained yourself? It would happen eventually.

In my totally emotionally exhausted state, I found shame. I am not a stay at home mother for me. I do it for you. While the thought of paying someone to potty train you did sound appealing, I love that I'm the one teaching you these things. While you're learning how to function as a big boy, I'm learning about you. I know your body language. I know your thoughts. I love that I know my son. Daddy might not have to deal with the stress, but he also misses a lot of big moments. I don't. I get to be there for it all. And, you know. It was a long day. But, today is over. And tomorrow will be over soon, too.

Soon you'll be all grown up. I'm not quite ready for that yet. Day 2 of potty training seems like a piece of cake compared to dropping you off at college.

Bring it on, buddy. We can do this.

Love, Momma

it's for the baby

2010-04-08T22:34:00.003-04:00

One of my favorite things about nursing my children:

Eating The Monkey's chocolate Easter bunny (from my mom, I did not buy a 4 month old chocolate) and being able to justify it's for him.

bye bye boat

2010-04-01T19:13:00.006-04:00

Well, it's for real this time.

Hubby left this morning.

The Bear handled it (mostly) well. We made it a race to see how many stops we could see them leaving at. The Bear was totally fine - lots of "bye bye Dada" and "bye bye boat"ing with kisses. Until the last stop. I'm not sure how he knew it was his last good bye. He started crying. I thought he had hit his nose on the railing. I asked him what was wrong.

His response was "boat all gone".

Deployment 2010 is officially underway.

Swim safely, my love. We'll be waiting for you.