Thursday, November 12, 2009
As I'm trying to attempt my weekly (ok maybe daily) shower, Zoe yells from downstairs...
Zoe: Mom, can Jaxon and I go outside?
Mom: No, its cold outside honey.
Zoe: It's ok Mom, we'll put a sweater on.
Mom: Zoe, I said no. Mommy needs to get in the shower.
Zoe: But we want to play outside.
Mom: Zoe, its too cold outside and I'm getting in the shower so I won't be able to watch you out there.
Zoe: Mom, it's ok. We can watch ourselves.
Mom: Uh, No.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Zoe: Mom, is that my dada with that brown thing on his face?
Zoe: On the beach when I was a baby?
Mom: Well honey he is on his ship right here.
Zoe: He is gorgeous Momma.
Mom: Oh yes Zoe, he is so handsome.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
2. Will the baby fat ever go away?
3. Will I survive this deployment? I answer this one all the time, "yes."
4. But then I ask myself, "will I be sane?"
5. Are my kids listening to me?
6. Am I a good mother? (I've accepted that I'll know for sure in 16 years, 3 months, and 9 days)
7. Am I doing what God put me here to do?
8. Am I doing my part?
9. Am I normal?
10. Is that my cell phone ringing?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Zoe: Mom, I need a drink of water.
Mom: You need to go to bed. You are stalling.
Zoe: I have a tummy ache because I'm hungry.
Mom: And why are you hungry?
Zoe: Because I didn't eat my dinner.
Mom: Ok, its time for bed.
Zoe: Nooooo. I don't want to go to bed.
Mom: Zoe, do not argue with Mommy. Its bedtime. And Mommy needs Mommy time.
Zoe: Not Zoe time?
Mom: Not right now honey. Mommy needs a timeout.
Zoe: But Mom, you only get a timeout when you are bad.
Mom: Well Mommy is going to be bad if you don't go to bed.
Zoe: Ok Mom.
2. That my daughters questions about death are tough to answer.
3. That I love hearing Zoe talk about Jesus.
4. If I take a shower everyday, get dressed, and put on make-up...I feel pretty good.
5. That I avoid people in public because I'm afraid they won't remember me.
6. That many other people have that same fear.
7. That my daughters questions about her daddy being gone are getting easier to answer. Its been 36 days since he left and we have 170 to go.
8. Just now, that it feels longer than 36 days.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Jaxon: Eh, eh, eh? (holding fruit snacks up to me)
Mommy: Zoe, can you help Mommy and open the fruit snacks for brother.
Zoe: Of course! Here brother, sissy will help you. (and she walks them over to the table at Jaxon's snack spot)
Mommy: Oh thank you Zoe! Brother tell sissy Thank you.
Zoe: You're welcome Jaxon.
Mommy: Zoe that was so nice of you to help Mommy. Thank you for being a good big sister.
Zoe: You're welcome Mom. Thank you for asking for my help!
And today, this crazy everyday life is my dream come true.
Her only chore is tapping out the soda cans that accumulate on the counter and she does quite well with it too! However, sometimes she gets side-tracked and loves to do the dishes too...although its not required!!
Monday, October 5, 2009
He tells me he has to repeat himself to grown men, for the next 6 months.
I wince every morning when I crawl out from under my covers and my house feels cold.
He tells me his berthing (where he tries to sleep) is 85 degrees at night and humid.
I dislike going grocery shopping.
He tells me the ship is running out of food and has been eating Navy beans for a few days and food supply is still a week away.
I get frustrated when my internet connection is sometimes slow.
He tells me they haven't had internet connection all day.
I feel sorry for myself that I'm taking care of the house and kids by myself.
He tells me how bad he just wants to be with the kids.
I wish that I had 5 minutes to myself without the kids.
He tells me he is by himself.
I get disgusted that my sheets are loose on my bed.
He tells me his bed is 6' L x 3.5' W x 18" D. And he shares his room with 86 other stinky men.
I fuss at the kids when the house is littered with toys.
He tells me his entire ship stinks from the smell of dirty men creepy up through ventilation from berthing.
I wish I could get a full nights rest without a kid waking me up for 5 minutes.
He tells me he stands a 5 hour watch from 2 AM to 7 AM, then works a full day before he can go to bed.
I wish someone else was around to clean up the litter box. The smell is yucky.
He tells me he's been sorting through rotting debris looking for survivors.
I wish I would take each day, one at a time. And remember to be thankful for everything I have because really, its not all that bad.
He is thankful.
I am a small and precious child,
my dad's been sent to fight…
The only place I'll see his face,
is in my dreams at night.
He will be gone too many days
For my young mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud.
My daddy's got your back.
I am a caring mother.
My son has gone to war…
My mind is filled with worries
that I have never known before
Everyday I try to keep
my thoughts from turning black.
I may be scared, but I am proud.
My son has got your back.
I am a loving sister.
My brother has gone to war.
My mind is full of thoughts
I never worried about before.
I pray and ask God every night,
to keep him safe from harm.
I am worried, but I am proud.
My brother has your back.
I am a strong and loving wife,
with a husband soon to go.
There are times I'm terrified
in a way most never know.
I bite my lip, and force a smile
as I watch my husband pack…
My heart may break, but I am proud.
My husband's got your back.
I am a soldier…
Serving proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom,
yours and mine by answering this call.
I do my job while knowing,
the thanks it sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I'll come home.
It's me who's got your back.
By Robin Jones
I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens
But I am in the military in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give.
But the military world is the place where I live.
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get
But my spouse is the one who does, this I cannot forget.
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line
But my job is just as tough, I'm the one that's left behind.
My spouse is a patriot, a brave and pride filled person
And the call to serve our country not all can understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free
My spouse makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.
I love the person I married. Soldiering is our life.
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Military spouse."
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
My brother and his wife are getting their house re-decorated this deployment. Oh I sure hope they don't tell me to stop! I'm having too much fun!!
Here is my masterpiece. It's an old Ethan Allen hutch that has long been overdue for a makeover. Ethan would be so upset if he saw how it looked.
Note: Its really not blue inside the hutch...its all black. And its nicely distressed courtesy of my very dull hand planer.
Friday, September 11, 2009
1. I'm stronger than I think I am.
2. My waistline is expanding quickly. Seriously, he's been gone 5 days and I've gained 7 lbs.
3. I need a walking buddy.
4. 3-year-old girls have a very hard time when their daddy's leave.
5. Mommy's dealing with that 3-year-old have it worse.
6. The yard is getting taller in between mowings.
7. Decorating my brother and sis-in-laws house is keeping me busy. I just hope they don't get tired of me!
8. I work more than 40 hours a week.
9. My work from home job has ruined my ability to ever have a job outside the home.
10. Just when I think I have it rough, someone else has it worse.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
When I opened up the cabinet doors to take a picture to show everyone...there WAS a pop-tart right here. Smushed in between the drawer and the cabinet doors. I quickly ran to get my camera because I thought it was a perfect blog moment. I also wanted to send the picture to my husband (who is on deployment) to show him what the kids do while he is gone.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
My lovely computer has been in our family for 5 years now. Its served its purpose well and has been used and abused by every kid in the family. I havebeenexperiencing major problems with the keyboard lately. You'll notice that occasionally the spacebar doesn't work and quite often random letters on the keyboard stick or just don't type at all. Ironically,they are all functioning just fine right now, except forthat silly spacebar!
Here is a test of the keyboard system at the Fair FamilyTimes. There goes the spacebar. Come on lettes, there goes he R and the T in the. Oh how amusing! I could type all day aughing t this thing. Do you see the L and the A missing?! I'm telling you...my 85 wpm makes it difficult to catch these mistakes! It takes a lot of backspacing to clear thoseerrors! See the spacebar showed its behavorial problems in that sentence! I swear, it really isn't user error There went the period. I am even making sue I hit all te buttons - the R and H messed up in that sentence And theregoes the period and the spacebar again! Does anyone feel bad enough to searh for a keyboard at the next garage sale?! Thanks for listening. I'm done now.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Mommy: Oh yeah? What is the guys name?
Zoe: Jacob & Justin. Well I'm just gonna be the mom and they are going to be my kids and I'm gonna take care of them.
Mommy: Really? Well are you gonna have a job when you get older?
Mommy: Well what are you gonna be?
Zoe: I'm gonna work on my dad's ship.
Mommy: What is going to be your job there?
Zoe: I'm going to play with my toys.
Mommy: What toys?
Zoe: My babies.
Mommy: Hey Zoe, where does your mom work?
Zoe: In the office and on the couch.
Mommy: What do I do when I work?
Zoe: You click a mouse.
Mommy: Really?! What does daddy do at work?
Zoe: He takes care of us. And he saves us from monsters. And mommy will save us from a fire if the house fires. And you don't get fired if you are good. You only get fired if you are bad.
Mommy: Oh ok. Zoe, who do you know that used to fight fires?
Zoe: Grandpa McFair used to be a fighter-fighter.
Mommy: Honey, its just Grandpa Fair not McFair.
Mommy: Zoe what did Grandpa McClain used to do?
Zoe: Um, he is your dad.
Mommy: I know he is and what does he do?
Zoe: I don't know. Hahaahaha.
Mommy: He is a businessman.
Zoe: Oh yeah, a businessman. And he protects us and keeps us safe too.