Monday, December 28, 2009

I will not swaddle my 5 month old!

Oh Jolee! You can roll Chickie. You do it all day long, and almost back to front, front to back. But at night your activity is waking you and you are determined to get out of your swaddle. So, since it no longer seems safe, I said NO MORE SWADDLING. And now you can't sleep. I put you in your sleepsack and must go in 4 times a night to keep your tiny little hands from grabbing at your face. There really seems to be a giant PROCESS to get you to sleep and I really need to document it so one day when you are trying to get one of my grandchildren to sleep, I will remember.

Step 1...Bath
Step 2...Bottle
Step 3...turn on room fan for white noise
Step 4...all lights OFF
Step 5...turn on Mommy bear with womb sounds, yes you still need this
Step 6...paci in, although you are 5 months, you still need help with this
Step 7...socks on hands, your hands freeze at night and you can't fit gloves
Step 8...lay you down and walk out
Step 9...come back in and give you paci so your whining doesn't wake your brother
Step 10...repeat step 9 4-6 more times before you finally pass out.
Step 11...repeat step 9 2-3 during the night
Step 12...feed once in the middle of the night
Step 13...repeat step 9 at 6am so we don't start our day that early...
Step wake at 8 refreshingly rested, smiling, looking at your very tired Mom thinking "Mom, why do you look so tired?"

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

All things Vermont!

We're here! I can't yet say that we are settled because we still do have quite a bit of boxes in our bedroom and the basement! I can honestly say that of all the places we have lived Vermont IS my favorite! I just love it. If you haven't lived in a small town, you might not understand. I used to think Kingsland, GA was small town, ha. When there is no fast food, no way to order pizza, and everyone in the town knows the lady who answers at the Electric Co and the shares the same doctor, you are in a SMALL town. Minus the fact that we have no friends here yet, it is amazing! I love waking early to the bright sun on the top of this mountain and watching it get dark at 4pm. Bubba is amazed by the snow and can stay out way longer than Mommy and Daddy can. Pork and Beans love the snow and the cold, and Beans often escapes to our neighbor (that we can't see from our house) who lives on a farm. We get our eggs from them fresh and often! They are so yummy! Beanie likes visiting their hen house and their sheep! Porkie still gets tied up because he can't be trusted just yet and the nearest animal patrol place is a 25 minute drive! I don't feel like going to rescue him once he gets out. And actually, I have only driven here once, and that was during a snow storm and I was kinda scared. I can drive in the snow, but this was dark, and unfamiliar....

J works 1.7 miles away and comes home everyday for lunch! So fun! We are getting lots of time in during this shore tour to prepare for the long deployments coming! We are having a ball!

Ladybug is a rolling, drooling, babbling, pushing up ball of love. She is faster than James in EVERYthing she does, which terrifies me. Bub woke on his 9 month birthday and walked around a toy. I cannot have an early walker again but it looks like I might! She has got to stop growing so fast or I am going to want another! My kids don't like to be babies long at all. Leelee does love her toys, her feet, and eating veggies. We just started solid food the other day because she was showing interest in us eating. I wanted to wait until 6 months but she is almost sitting on her own already and loves it! I make it really runny though because she prefers it that way...hates cereal though! Will try again in a few weeks/months.

Ok well it is December 22 and I just started my Christmas cookies! I am done shopping and wrapping and just waiting to see if Santa needs help putting 2 of his big gifts together on Christmas eve. It's just us this year but we are taking goodies of homemade Kalua and cookies to our neighbor/landlord/only friend. We are hoping to invite some people from the unit to a football game watch here on NY eve.....Ok off to bake more! I am getting super domesticated here in the middle of nowhere! Hope this finds all well!

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Into the cold...

I am so sorry to have taken a blogging break for a bit! BUT...we are moving next week to Vermont! Our Navy life is taking us to the frigid North! We have had a busy few weeks, what with 3 insurance claims...Our Volvo was hit while parked and no one left a note, Ida came through and flooded our garage and most of the things in it, and my van's windshield was hit by a falling with that, and the in-laws coming to help move us...I am super busy! I will be back soon though! Stay tuned for some pretty pics of Vermont!!!

Friday, November 6, 2009

There was always a reason...even if I hated every minute of it....

Wow. I don't know where to start. Today after a much needed shopping trip with 2 amazing friends, I dropped my bags in the door and set Ladybug's carseat down. I sent Bubba to the computer, yes he is 3 and now uses a computer...I took the receipts and coupons out of my wallet, and "they" fell out. What is "they" you ask? I keep something extra special in my wallet and always have. I have a tiny silver heart with the name "Jack" on it, and a tiny silver circle with the name "Hope". I smiled and picked them up and tucked them right back in. Wherever I go, I take my 2 living children and secretly (now not secretly) I take the others as well. Often times I will reach in my wallet for change and see those. They bring a smile to my face and make me remember.

For those of you reading who don't know...between Bubba and Ladybug we lost 2 babies during pregnancy. One at 18 weeks (John Isaac) and one at 10 weeks (Hope). I didn't know until after their losses that I had a blood clotting disorder MTHFR, and an inability to process Folic Acid and B vitamins. The doctors were fairly certain that those factors killed our babies. Once I was tested and found out what I had, I took baby aspirin and medication that broke those vitamins down for me. I hated knowing in those following days, weeks, and months that those 5 pills I took a day could have saved our babies lives. Life would have been very different.

I came to terms only after the diagnosis. Prior to it I kept imagining all the things I did that maybe killed those babies. Was it the X-ray I got at the dentist, although I told them I thought I was pregnant and they took extra precautions, or did I fall and forget, lift Bubba too much...what could I have done? I wanted to blame ME, because it would have been so much easier. I wanted to say, I did this...I am so so very sorry. I wanted a reason. I needed a reason. Many women will never find a reason. And MY reason, did give me some glimmer of hope (a reason we named our baby that). Because, there was in fact something WRONG with me. I could be FIXED....and our babies weren't lost just because.

Once we found out that I had the genetic mutation, MTHFR, we did research and saw multiple specialists. I was told that I had received one copy of the genetic mutation from one of my parents. Oftentimes with only one gene people have no issues, like my pregnancy with Bubba. We still do not know how we carried him to term. (I do like to think that the Good Lord above knows that my greatest fear in life was that I would not be able to have children. I used to tell my mom all the time "I think I am going to have trouble having babies". She said I was "crazy" and "not to worry, she had babies just fine".) I would never have made it through if I hadn't already had one beautiful, healthy child. Imagine my shock and sadness after 2 losses.

But in my case, MTHFR was causing problems. The doctors informed me that I should have my parents and siblings tested because IF they had it as well, (of course ONE of them had to) then they may need medication as well. My mother was tested. She had 2 very healthy pregnancies with my sister and I....and we found out...she has TWO copies of the gene and gave me one. TWO....most women with two never carry to term without help....

And today I got a phone call. My dear 16 year old niece was also tested. She has one copy. My sister is waiting on her results but there is a HUGE chance my niece got the gene from my sister and not her father...We all have it. All of us. My sister has had 2 healthy beautiful girls. My mother, the same. I had problems with it....When I found out my mother had it as well I cried. I told her, "Mom, I don't want this to sound horrible but in a way, I am glad you have it. Maybe my babies saved our lives. Maybe we would have had problems with clotting down the road. I am glad we found an answer." Today I thought, oh wow and I cried. My little babies may have saved my niece the agony our family felt when we lost Jack and Hope...maybe their tiny little souls continue to save lives. And maybe you are reading this now and have suffered loss as well. There are many blood clotting disorders that can cause many problems in pregnancy. The Hope is that there is medicine for some...

Maybe YOU are reading this and finding comfort in someone else's story. I lost both babies in the state of Georgia, where 2 losses is not considered a problem. You must have 3 before you are considered chronic. I jumped the state line to Florida and was tested there after 2....and we found an answer. 10 days after we lost Baby Hope I was diagnosed and given medication. 3 months later I was pregnant with Ladybug. For each day of the 38 weeks I was pregnant I took medication and wondered on which day would my baby die. I had one scare and remember sitting on the cold December pavement on my driveway and begging God, "Please, not this one...not this baby too." And I took each day as it came. My relationship with God grew. I can tell you this, for the past 2 years I have not prayed a single WORD to the Lord. I never know what to say. For the babies we lost made me feel even more unworthy. I do not say "words" but I allow God into my heart all day, throughout and I know he hears my thoughts...I never have words for him...I can't ever find the right is as if there aren't any that could come close to how thankful I am...for everything I have been through. Ladybug learned to laugh today. And I learned that another family member may now have a healthier future because of my little ones' sacrifice....

I hated every minute of it...but there was a reason. And for everyone out there looking for THEIR reason, there is one...even if you never find it. The Good Lord above knows it. You don't have to "tell" him anything. Allow him into your heart and he will guide you...Rainy days bring the prettiest flowers. I know. I have one. And her name, the one I call "Ladybug" is Jolee.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

You can't make this stuff up...

- I got peed on today and make a complete fool out of Bubba and I. At Babies R Us, Bub had to go potty. So I get Ladybug (in carseat ) out of the cart and wrangle both into the bathroom. I hear another lady talking to her grandson while we are potty-ing next to her. She took the big bathroom, leaving us in a tiny stall...I left the door open because well, there was no room to shut it. Bubba usually gets completely naked to pee for some reason but I did not feel like redressing him. So I sat him on potty and told him to not worrying about his pants. So he "pushes down" because that is what I taught him after cleaning cabinets in my bathroom at home when he didn't "push down"...Well he started to scoot back and his pants kinda got in the way....His boy part came up and shot me in the leg! I cracked up! I was trying to disguise what was happening so Grandma in the next stall wouldn't realize what happened when Bubba all the sudden shouted LOUD, "Oops Mama, I sorry, Dere pee on you leg!" HAHAHAHA...I shushed him and was almost peeing the rest of my pants laughing. I grabbed a wet one and scrubbed my pants and he said again, "I so sorry Mommy, dere pee on you pants!"....hahaha

-Just a few moments ago I was feeding ladybug and noticed Bub was pantsless. He brought me his underwear and pants and said "Mommy, what's dis?" ...No my kid is in fact 3 and I have not taught him the proper word for his part. So I did. I shared the real word with him and pulled up his pants. He said "Mommy, dat p-nis (pointing to part) and dat Baby (pointing to his sister)!" What the two had in common, I have no idea...But gosh I am still laughing at my kid! I am going to venture to say that the word "p-nis" is definitely going to be screamed loudly in public soon....

(I am leaving out the "E" in the word so as to avoid weird ads on my sidebar!) Let's see if it works!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Lots of well, randoms..

I have so much on my mind tonight and a 3 year old behind me. Daddy is on duty at work, Ladybug is sleeping and I am too lazy to put tot in bed...So he is watching Aristocats behind me...and dancing. It's almost 10pm...get your kid in bed lady! Anywho, things are as busy as ever at the Farn. We are trying to rid our home of excess everything and donating what we don't use to a local Battered Women and Children's Center. It has been so fun going through each room and finding out what we truly need and don't need. I told the shelter worker that we would have about 6 to 8 boxes and bags...and we have that doubled!~ Tomorrow we lug it all to the front porch where it will await its new owners....Hopefully everything will get great use!

In Ladybug news, the Patient First doctor that we saw was pretty much wrong on all things Ladybug. Her congestion went away and we really haven't changed much, leading me to believe she did in fact have a cold that took 16 days to go away. She is back to her happy, healthy self and sleeping in her crib! She goes to bed at 8pm and wakes at about 645am and then goes back to sleep until 9am, an Angel sleeper! Bubba is sleeping in his bed now but frequently heads over to our bed at 3am! haha...Oh well. We are moving in about a month and do not feel like changing anything just yet. We are hoping upon arrival, that setting up his bed, with the bunk on top will entice him to sleep in a new "fort"....We shall see...

Grandparents are coming...both sides. Daddy's side is coming for 3 weeks over the course of the move. We are having fun planning the trip to Vermont and hoping to stop at a few neat places along the way. We are also hoping to celebrate Christmas early with BOTH sets of Grandparents in Vermont...Wouldn't that be great?

Daddy is excited for his new job in Vermont and eagerly planning all the outdoorsy stuff he misses from WA....There is something about camping in Georgia and Virginia heat that turns us off totally! He has spoken with the person he is relieving and that gentleman had nothing but great things to say about the job and the area. Both Daddy and Mommy are most likely going to get their master's degrees in VT! hmmm...I have no idea what mine will be in yet, but am excited at the thought of going back to school, even if it is from my laptop in the kitchen!

I have been researching lots of Homeschool curriculums and discussing options with homeschool moms online. I am so excited to homeschool. I never knew that it was an option for us. We had always planned on private school educations until we did research and decided that homeschool was for us. With our most recent decision to stay in the Navy, homeschool fits even better. When Daddy is home, school can stop for a bit. We can take much needed vacations in the middle of any month we want. When a new baby arrives, we can take a break and enjoy our new addition...And most importantly, our children will learn what we believe, whether the school teaches it or not...we will teach what we believe and are so excited to do so! I am spending the cold Vermont winter planning Bubba's K-4 year...we will start K-4 in September of next year! Our kids will have school from Labor Day to Memorial Day and summers off! Ah, refreshing! So wish me luck on planning his first year! It is so exciting already and we have 3 curriculums picked out!

And something else on the mind...J and I had a wonderful discussion the other night on the couch about our life as a military family. The Navy used to be our job, now it is starting to become more of our life...Like I've said before, we aren't Joe Navy type people...but when you make such a big commitment you can't help but realize it is what it is.....So in talking I mentionned that it is such a sacrifice to be a military family. J quickly chimed in that it wasn't. We don't sacrifice much. We live great, we are paid well, and we have job security. That is until I mentionned a few other things....See, this is what I love about my husband. No matter what he does, he doesn't ever think of anything as a sacrifice. I usually don't either. We chose the job, and we live well....BUT...I am starting to appreciate much more about my husband's job and I pointed out the sacrifices we make, just so that he can be proud of what he does. It isn't just a job. It isn't just a paycheck. It is a life that many Americans CHOOSE, so that others do not have to. Our kids will all be born in different states. We take pictures of the fronts of all of our houses to frame one day and we already have 4 in 4.5 years of marriage. Our 3 year old doesn't have more than 1 "friend". He has severe separation anxiety and often sleeps as close as he can to Daddy. Twice a week, in months WITHOUT deployments, I make a dinner for myself and have no one to tell the day's chaos to. In month's with deployments, well you get it....There have been 4 anniversaries and we celebrated 1 together. Many missed birthdays....I've been to a hospital and learned of the loss of one of our babies without him there. I told him over the phone that I was ok and our 15 month old was too. I've moved alone twice, either pregnant or with a baby....J thought this was all normal and not such a big deal...It's a big deal. I am really proud of him, of us, of our family, and of our choice to do this....There are so many, many benefits of being a Navy family. I see all sorts of places and have met the most amazing people along the way...We are all unique...we welcome each other. And my little family of 4 is as close as a family could be. My son is super attached to us, as I am sure my daughter will be too. Those kids see 2 faces each day that love them more than anything....but not many more faces....our choice to stay in the Navy is really going to keep us close. I hope our kids grow up not knowing of their sacrifice. It will be normal for them to say goodbye to Daddy for 6 months...And one day they will look back and think, Wow, we must have been such a close family to be able to endure those things....I hope they are as proud of their Daddy and their country as I am......

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Happy 3 month Ladybug!

Tomorrow my girl turns 3 months old! I can't believe it, and some days feel like I just gave birth yesterday! You sure are a joy little one....You finally fell into a routine and are asleep nightly by 9pm. It only took 3 months. You finally chose a bottle you liked, Dr. Brown' only took 3 months...and your formula is working well, that only took 2 months! Ah, just typing that makes me tired...So my girl is 3 months tomorrow...and I love her to the moon and back...

Bubba...oh my how tough of a day we had. You are super whiny and nothing I do is right anymore in your eyes. You literally spend half of each day crying or whining. Age 3 makes age 2 look like a cake walk....Some hours I have no clue what to do and just fumble through to the next....I wish I knew what might make you a bit always want what you cannot have, and want to do what you are not allowed to do...pushing limits is your new thing...

My dog broke his toe. No, I have no idea how...But I can tell you this, it is a toe. I am not going to the vet. It is his outer, small toe and he walks fine, with a slight limp. I am making him rest most of the day in his crate and he seems perfectly fine with that. I am not going to the vet...did I mention that? My whole reasoning is the last time something happened to Pork it cost me $1600 dollars, and with a very expensive move to Vermont next month, not happening. I am not letting them cast it, making him more ticked off...I broke a small toe before, there is nothing you can do but let it heal.....So, if he is not better soon, we will break down and take him...but we know which toe it is and he is okay with resting...he actually seems a lot happier since Beanie can no longer mess with him....And Beans...ah, some days I wish...nevermind...I DO love you dog...but the non stop puking/crapping in the crate...come on, just BARK...if you BARK, we come running at 2am...don't just lie there and take a crap...BARK...we will let you out! Goodness.

Ok so since we finally got orders out of Virginia, I must go plan our move online.

My girl is 3 months tomorrow. Where does the time go?

Friday, October 9, 2009

My rearview mirror...

Today I drove home from Babies R Us and glanced back in my rearview mirror, and started crying. I've been looking in that same rearview mirror for 11 weeks now, yet today was the first day I cried. It was the prettiest sight I had ever seen...Ladybug asleep and Bubba looking at her. Whoa. The last time I remember that rushing feeling in my heart was when I drove home from the OB office a little over a year ago thinking to myself, "There will never be another carseat there. He won't ever have anyone to look at." I have been waiting since Bubba was 11 months old to see another carseat in my car....and now I do. It might sound silly thinking about carseats in the car...but it was a constant, heavy reminder of my littles not here. I hated looking back at little Bub all alone wondering if I could ever have another healthy child, someone for him, someone for him to love, someone to be there for him when J and I could no longer. This is heavy huh?

October 15th is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. I never forget it. I say my prayers that day for all the Moms or not yet Moms and think of them looking in their own rearview mirrors. Before Baby Jack (our first loss at 18 weeks), I thought life was perfect...I could have babies, I would have a lot...It's what we wanted. My rearview mirror would always be crowded with little faces. And then my plans, were not the same as the Good Lord's....I'll never know why we were chosen, why they were chosen, but I do know one thing...they taught me to see the pretty things in life...even on crowded bridges, in unmoving traffic in tunnels, when I see the world through the eyes of my Bubba. He looked at his sister, the one I never thought he'd have....the same way he looked at the moon the day after we lost if he knew, he would never be alone in the world...He has a sister, and we have a daughter. She is a gift beyond words that we aren't worthy of....I miss Baby Jack. I miss Baby Hope. I remember them everyday, every single day...and when Ladybug smiles each morning when she sees me, and Bubba hugs me before bed, I hope they know I think of them at that very moment, and wish they were here...

This week friends, please pray for Moms and Dads who have lost children, of all ages...from pregnancy, toddlers, adults...we can never know what THEY feel...but we can say a prayer that they find comfort, and pretty views in their rearview mirrors.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Work it out B!

Did you miss us? Of course right? We've all been a little under the weather here at the Farn. Mommy caught a cold and passed it to Bubba, who passed it to Ladybug...who is still getting over it! And of course we have been keeping to ourselves and out of the public to keep our germs where they home. But most feel better and I never skipped a day of my 30 day Wii active challenge. If you have Wii, and not the game, go get it. Unless you are like super built post baby and don't need a little which case, we could never be friends. haha...No seriously, Wii Active rocks! I set my girl to the fattest they had and she still didn't look as chubby as me...Thanks for the flattery Wii. I've only yelled at my (fake) personal trainer twice during the first week, and limited my profanity to 2 words. Ya know, I LOVE the praise she gives me, "You are working really hard today, keep up the good work!"...But does she really need to flash the words "TOO SLOW" in all caps as I am running to 'cool down'...and what is a RUNNING cool down? Isn't that an oxymoron? I sure did feel like a moran as she 'yelled' at me! But I have completed my first goal and am on my way to shedding, baby, pregnancy, pregnancy, baby weight!

It has been amazing having J home with me lately. Raising 2 kids is MUCH easier with a partner! He takes on a lot and we are managing well even with the wrath of Ladybug. Can we say DEMANDING? I love her to death and could not imagine her any other way than her, but if I only have babies like Bubba for the rest of our lives, I would not mind at all. I jokingly told J that I now want Baby 3 sooner than I thought...but added "as long as he/she isn't as demanding as Ladybug"....What if they were? Oh goodness. I haven't taken Xanax in a few weeks but would down those babies like crazy with another Bug! But don't worry, we must wait at least until she is 1 to try again...Mommy's poor uterus needs a break!

So the house is trashed and I really don't care. We are moving in about a month or so and I keep imagining a bigger, less cluttered, house with a basement for a playroom. We need more first floor space here and I never thought I'd say this but I miss the GA house layout. Why can't I just be happy with a home I am in? I always want more, or less of this, and more or less of that...Maybe that is why when we get out of the military, we are building our own home the way we want it...But if you didn't already know, that is a long way off. J signed a contract and we are excited to see what is in store for us in the future. Be a few years he will deploy for an entire 6 months at a time. Think back to April of this year and imagine not seeing someone from then until now...Yikes. Bub will be about 6 and Ladybug 3 when Daddy does his first long deployment. Hopefully we have another baby by then and are in full swing with homeschooling so the kiddies will keep busy! But, our future is full, secure, and bright and we are anxiously awaiting our move to Vermont next month! Stay tuned for more crazies from the Farn! We're always up to something!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Reunited and it feels so gooood!

Yay! The second eldest in the family is home! Yup, you heard it right...I'm the oldest in this home, but only by 4 months!!! Daddy is back from deployment and boy did we miss him. Bubba went nutty when he saw Daddy walk to the car...and boy was Daddy excited to see both kiddos! We immediately went home to get started on the pumpkin cake! Bub has been asking for a pumpkin decorated cake since he saw a picture of one in his scrapbook! So Daddy complied and they had a ball. Ladybug warmed right up to Daddy too! He had been gone for half of her little life!

So it is much easier with Daddy here, and Ladybug put herself into a routine/schedule/pattern over the past 2 weeks. I succesfully found a parking spot this week at the Dr's office too! Both kids are healthy...Bubba (age 3.5) weighed in at 40.3 pounds and over 3 and a half feet tall...Ladybug (age 10 weeks) weighed in at 10 pounds 11 ounces, and is 22.75 inches long! Both super healthy!~ Pork and Beans are excited to have Daddy back too! After a jaunt around town, they are securely in the yard waiting patiently for some jogs with Daddy...speaking of them galavanting the town...I must let you all in on their latest adventure...the one I call "The One with the Dogcatcher"... (an excerpt from an email to J)

"Yup, you heard it, Dogcatcher. Our annoying neighbor B!!! I went to take the trash
out and he started yapping and Pork and Beans slipped by...They were
gone for about an hour and a half. I woke Ladybug from her crib and
drove around asking people...then the man across the street with the
lab said he'd go look, as well as the young guy Matt next to him. They
all took my number and finally after we all searched, and I even
called Humane Society...the Lab guy called me back. He said they were
on their way home because he saw the dogcatcher getting them from
someones yard! He went to the Dogcatcher and told her where we
lived...He was so helpful! He even said if I ever needed anything to
ask him and his wife...very nice people...So Beans crapped again in
his crate so he might be dying or something but both are passed out on
the floor from running! Asses."

So anyway, we are reunited for quite some time...Our shore tour starts soon enough and that will keep Daddy with us for at least 2 years! 2 years of no deployments and normal working hours, WOW, what will we do with all that free time? Maybe have another baby? hmmmmm there's a thought!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Parking Garage from HELL!

Docs appointment went well, but we almost didn't make it there. Stupid parking garage! Luckily Bubba did not have to go potty while we were driving around for 25 minutes looking for a spot! It was like there was some sort of flippin convention at that place! I am soooooo glad that I only have to go there once more next week for the kids checkups....I hate it there! But all is well with me, post baby...and I did manage to keep James up near my head during the internal exam...poor kid might have been scarred for life! Yes I take my kids to the doctors with me, no choice here. No major birth control talk though! She was pretty happy with my educated answers...and told me after our losses and Ladybug's birth, we should definitely been seen in a high risk place BEFORE we get prego again.....but we were already prepared for that...Then we were off to the McD's play land place where there was a daycare Mom about 45 years old with 6 toddlers!!! Seriously what a brave lady. After Bubba played with them for about an hour, she gathered all her little people up and told them to put on their shoes. Bubba said "OK!" and proceeded to get his shoes on. I wonder if I would have stopped him from going with her if she hadn't noticed? Part of me seriously reconsiders homeschooling when I see things like that...but then I remember why we have chosen to do it and know it is the BEST choice for our family... I did search out a Moms Club in VT where we are headed and am anxious to join. My little guy needs friends!

And Beanie, you want to know about him right? He's alive and had a crap free night thankfully! Ladybug however is taking her good ole time falling asleep tonight...Bubba did pass out in my bed and I am soooo not moving his heavy butt. How can a kid look so lightweight and feel like a bag of bricks when you pick him up? 3 years old and weighs 42 pounds...I should take out a loan now to shop at Costco when he is a teen. And Ladybug sure is on her way there too! For a tiny 6 pounder, 5 pounder when we left the hospital, she sure has put it all on! She looks so fat. FAT! If you cannot see any portion of neck, someone is hitting the bottle a bit too much...But who cares, soon enough she'll be running amok chasing her crazy brother. If her standing on my legs already, bearing weight for about a minute is any indication at 9 weeks, whoa nellie. So my babies are well and my hubby will be home "soon". I used to hate keeping secrets but it is fun knowing when he is coming home when not many others do!!! I tell Bubba every night how many more days and he gets so excited...This was a short deployment and the last for about 2.5 years! Then the real hard time comes...6 months at a time! Yikes...we try not to look that far ahead, because if we did and I saw myself homeschooling 6 year old Bubba, entertaining 3 year old Ladybug, and bouncy a newborn on my hip, I might puke;)

Time for me and a date with my "Friends". When J deploys, I watch all our Friends DVD's...that show is awesome and since J introduced me to it, it's fitting...Night all.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The One With The Crate and The Clinic

4am, tiny bark...I ran my 'still carrying a ton of baby weight' butt down the stairs to let Beans out, knowing what was about to transpire...You guessed it, crap in the crate...Darn it Beanie! I said screw it, I am not cleaning this thing out right now, I am too tired! So I scooted it out the back door, along with my 2 furry friends. It was 4am and I just knew that they were going to bark to be let back in. BUT, they didn't! Yay for sleeping in! For some reason they didn't mind being out there at night. (Or wee dark hours) But seriously, what is his deal? Swine flu. I am going to have to get him to his vet soon if it doesn't stop...He does go through this about once a year and we never know why.

So Ladybug gets up at 8ish and I feel like I hit a brick wall. I decided to call and cancel my appt because I am feeling a bit under the weather. Call the number, and I get this..."We have you down for tomorrow at 10:30am not today"...Rewind 9 weeks. I went in to the clinic for my 38 week checkup. Take Bubba with of course, and they tell me that my 9am appt is actually a 2pm appt and I'd have to come back. I whipped out THEIR card that said 9am and handed it to them. They proceeded to tell me I had to come in at 2...Long story short, I made a scene, as usual, and was seen. Tomorrow when I go in, they are getting not only an earful, but THEIR card back, mistake and all. Idiots. You know I stayed up late packing the kids' bag because they go with, and I didn't want it to take us 2 hours to get out the door. I would have been beyond ticked if I rolled my double stroller in there with 2 whiners and they turned me away...Totally would have hit someone with that stroller.

So we're home today, may run some errands but that annoys me..So much work to get a newborn and a newly potty trained kid out the door for a few things. Speaking of potty, last night whilst cleaning Beans crate of crap, Bubba comes out and says (after having NO accidents for 4 weeks now, not even at night) "Mommy look I potty floor, hahahaha", pointing and laughing at the pee on the floor. I was like, "Is this happening? Does he actually think this is hilarious? Can he be that evil?" He was laughing so hard as if it was intentional. I just nicely DRAGGED him into the shower while I swiffered that floor....Nutty! And then as if to rub it in my face, after I undress him for shower (he had just taken a bath earlier) he hops on the toilet and lets a drip come out. "Mommy, I potty!"....You sure did kid.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Someone peed on the Boat Slide

Yup, you heard it. And it totally wasn't my kid! Some kid peed on the boat slide at the mall play area, shortening our trip. Thankfully they did CLOSE the place down for a good sanitizing what with the deadly swine flu that is coming, haha! I think it is hilarious that we can predict such know of epidemic/pandemic/crazydemic proportions. It's like watching 2 of Obama's health czars galloping through the streets on horses saying "The swine flu is coming, the swine flu is coming!" What a crock. They really just want us all running to the docs for the deadly H1N1 know the one they want poor pregnant women and babies over 6 months to get...Not happening...they developed that thing in a couple months, must be SUPER safe. Watch out for 3 legged kids in 9 months.

Anywho, we are home and after my attempt at tiring Ladybug out at mall (unsuccessful) and walking outside (unsuccessful) she is behind me whining about napping in the swing. Seriously though, she is so idea what else I can do! I keep on.

I am working on a schedule for me and the kids...that is really funny huh? It was working good last night until I woke up at 3am to feed little miss and I smelled crap. Not human crap. Dog crap. In my house. Seems for the second night in a row Beans crapped in his crate. Ugh. What is wrong with him? I haven't changed his food, or given him anything new so he must be munching random things in the overgrown yard. Dumb dog, really he is. So I cleaned the crap up with Ladybug in swing, then febreezed the living hell outta the house...fed her, and back to bed...Wake up at 7am and smell it again, no joke. Right now the crappy crate is on deck waiting for another cleaning....I love Beanie to death I really do, and I have a soft spot for him because to say it nicely, he is all jacked up. I am 100% sure he is going to die of something rare...hell, maybe the swine flu. That's it! He has swine flu. I better shut up, I'm totally gonna get it.

Ok so off to OB clinic tomorrow for my (isn't it suppossed to be 6?) 9 week checkup. They are going to pester the hell out of me about birth control, since I don't take any. (Can't take pill for blood clotting reasons and am totally against random things in me)...They hate when I tell them, "We use ovulation kits to get pregnant and not get pregnant"...They have no idea what to say. Because seriously I am 30, married, own a house, rent a house, and am not a crisis case. If I did ever get pregnant, the world wouldn't fact it would just be brighter, and a bit more chaotic right? 'll be sure to tell you all that the knowledgeable 19 year old nurse tells me ok?

Baby Einstein is a narcotic for kids. And is currently the babysitter...I must go....till tomorrow....

Sunday, September 20, 2009

So it begins....

After talking to friends and family, I have decided to start blogging!! I need an outlet, let's face it! I don't want to take up space on my kid's baby webpage, because honestly, no one goes there for anything but the cute baby pics! Here I have the freedom to write what I want, ramble, and share my chaos with anyone willing to listen! For those of you who know me in person, I sure love to talk...and share my opinions, so this is perfect for me...

A quick start...30 year old married Mama of 2 little ones here and 2 angels above. I have a 3 year old boy (Bubba) who on a good day drives me crazy to put it nicely. He has more energy than a fraternity on a Friday night...We were also just blessed with an adorable, spiky haired blonde bundle of love...(Ladybug)...she my friends is also referred to quite often here as DRAMATICA! Colic, crying, cuteness...her things.

My hot husband also just turned 30, finally closing that 4 month gap with me. He has a very (un)interesting job with the good ole' U S of A. We're military and super proud of it...although you won't find giant stickers or magnets on our cars, or big flags in the front of the house (mostly because I am too lazy to deal with Flag Etiquette)...It's his job, not our life...If you have met us in person you'd call us loud, funny, obnoxious, and the best of friends. My husband is super funny and pulls out one-liners the likes of Letterman. He's quick with it too. Be jealous. I am. Wish I was that funny.

The FarNyard. Bubba at age 3 started singing one day, "All the animals in the farnyard", in this adorable sing-song toddler voice. We went to a farm after that, and ever since when he sees a farm animal he sings it. We call our house the FarNyard because it is nothing short of that. We have 2-4 year old labradors...Pork and Beans. Pork is a black lab and Beans is a runt chocolate lab. Our days with them are comedic at best. Pork has anxiety, like me...and Beans has epilepsy. You can't make this crap up. So one wears a shock collar and the other takes Phenobarbital. I, in case you are wondering, take Xanax. It's great. You should try it.

My house is messy, and my husband is a neatfreak. That makes for some interesting disputes here. I tell him we are Jon and Kate. I'm loud, bossy, and really annoying at times. He is laid back, easygoing, but way hotter than stupid thug Gosselin. He did tell me once, "You are no where near as mean as Kate", which later turned into, "You are close, but not as bad"...see the pattern? I'll be here in no time, especially since we just added a kiddo to the mix.

Ok so that is us...hope you like chaos, because boy is there a ton here!!! We love comments, nice ones...and we'll tolerate some not so nice ones...but really, if you get mean, you get booted. Be nice....Say our friend, come to the FarNyard!