Ahhhh
Em's been eating her lunch for about a half hour. For a half hour now I have been hearing this, "Ahhhhh"... She is eating her lunch in front of a mirror watching herself chew her food. The dogs being the ever so helpful creatures that are, are right below her eating the tidbits that are falling out of her mouth while Ahhhhhing.
Em's hair is driving me crazy. It is not long, it is not short. It IS thin and scraggly looking. I refuse to trim her hair, or at least her bangs. I refuse to have my little girl walking around with those short bangs and long hair in the back... A mini mullet if you will. I tired blowing it dry this morning and it actually looks a bit better. It is hard to blow dry a two year old hair when the child is bouncing all over the bed.
I have decided that when Keith retires that I am going to become even more of a hermit. I want a house far away from people, one where I do not have to talk to them. That way everything I say and do will not be twisted into something it's not. I want to live on a nice piece of open land in a big house... A very big house. One that has a huge pantry where I can store a lot of food so I don't have to go shopping but once in a while.
I stepped in dog puke first thing this morning.
Emily is going through a hitting phase. I am not sure how to handle it when is not exactly hitting but more like a light tapping to see how I react. Should I still act as though she is hitting? I know she is doing it to piss me off. But she is not hitting... Know what I mean?
Keith has several more training operations before he goes to Iraq again. It sucks... for him mainly since he is living in a tent in the cold. I can say I would not be good out there. At all. We have been talking more and more about Iraq again. That just means it's getting closer and closer. On the bright side though when he gets back we should be leaving this God forsaken base.
Anyway, I am still in a mood. I will let you know when I am out of it! :)
Later.
Em's hair is driving me crazy. It is not long, it is not short. It IS thin and scraggly looking. I refuse to trim her hair, or at least her bangs. I refuse to have my little girl walking around with those short bangs and long hair in the back... A mini mullet if you will. I tired blowing it dry this morning and it actually looks a bit better. It is hard to blow dry a two year old hair when the child is bouncing all over the bed.
I have decided that when Keith retires that I am going to become even more of a hermit. I want a house far away from people, one where I do not have to talk to them. That way everything I say and do will not be twisted into something it's not. I want to live on a nice piece of open land in a big house... A very big house. One that has a huge pantry where I can store a lot of food so I don't have to go shopping but once in a while.
I stepped in dog puke first thing this morning.
Emily is going through a hitting phase. I am not sure how to handle it when is not exactly hitting but more like a light tapping to see how I react. Should I still act as though she is hitting? I know she is doing it to piss me off. But she is not hitting... Know what I mean?
Keith has several more training operations before he goes to Iraq again. It sucks... for him mainly since he is living in a tent in the cold. I can say I would not be good out there. At all. We have been talking more and more about Iraq again. That just means it's getting closer and closer. On the bright side though when he gets back we should be leaving this God forsaken base.
Anyway, I am still in a mood. I will let you know when I am out of it! :)
Later.