I'll have a double
I wouldn't say it was exactly real warm yesterday but it was enough for us to get out and take a nice long walk. It felt good to get out of the house and stretch our legs along with getting some fresh air. There is a road on the back side of the base that is surrounded by the woods, or what is left. They seem to be preparing the land for building. But anyway, we had a nice time walking, talking, and looking at everything. Em has been going stir crazy with all the cold rainy weather and I have been grumpy. We need to get out more and do things like this!
I posted some pictures below if you care to see.
Emily has been going through another growth spurt. She has finally gained weight. She has been 25 pounds since she was one. She has always grown in length but nothing in weight for a long time. We brought Keith lunch the other day at his work and they have a scale (I refuse to own one of those evil things in my house), so I took the opportunity to weigh the Turkey. She gained 3 pounds!! Plus she grew three inches in just 6 months!! So now she is 28 pounds and 38 inches!! She is going to be a tall skinny model... LOL, Yeah right, like that is going to happen over Keith's dead body!! I was happy though to see that she put on some weight, I have been worried about that. Now I just hope that she stays in her winter clothes for a bit longer. Her 3T shirts are starting to look too small on her... they don't cover her belly too well anymore and I can see her diaper in the back... I HATE that. (That is right, I said DIAPER, as IF she might be potty trained...LOL, yeah right)
The other day I had this overwhelming urge to sneak in Em's bedroom while she was taking an afternoon nap. I did so and crawled into her little toddler bed with her and cuddled up under her blankets. If someone did that to me in a dead sleep I would freak the hell out but she just rolled over and nuzzled in. I guess she just assumed it was her crazy mother. It was nice to cuddle and tell her how much I love her. It seems like we have been having some many battles of the Wills lately that we don't do the cuddling as much. She is either mad at me or I am frustrated. It's not fun going through those phases with them. It seems like we have a period when it's really good and she never has to go in a Time Out or we go through a period of time where she is going to Time Outs 2-4 times a day. I hate having to put her in Time Out, I hate having her test me over every little thing. Some days it's so simple and other days it feels like I want to down a bottle of wine and smoke a pack of Cigs. I don't really drink or smoke but some days I feel the need to!! I think a lot of the crap that she has been going through is just because she is bored. Her friends have been gone (One just moved), the weather has been bad, and there just isn't a lot to do around here. I think she just does stuff sometimes as a form of entertainment... what's more amusing than making Mommy have a seizure on the floor?
But anyway, I like to find those moments where we can just be Mommy and "baby" and do some cuddling because those moments are what makes up for all the crazy moments. She usually has a blankey in hand and curls right in to all her little crooks and nuzzles right in. I twist her hair into little ringlets between my fingers, rub her back, and give her little kisses behind her ears and between her eyebrows... I talk to her and she usually listens with her little eyes closed and once in awhile I hear a little whispered "Yes" to something I might have asked her. I know she loves me and she knows I love her... Then why oh why does it seem like we fight about the little shit all the time? Oh yeah, I have a two year old Turkey who thinks she is in charge!!!
So, Keith just walked by and noticed I was writing in my blog and as he walked by he said this "Oh great, your blogging, what are you writing about? How I cleaned the cars and now I think that I can play video games all day?" That my friends says a whole lot, and I didn't even have to say it!!
Being the geek that I am I went to a Pampered Chef party on Saturday. I haven't been to one since I lived in Hell. I figured since I really don't have a social life any more let alone hardly any friends I might as well use this as an excuse to actually talk to some people. You know, conversation with adults? You know as in not saying the word "No" 50 times in 5 minutes and not having that person crawl all over you while your sitting? So, I went to my neighbors house who thinks I am crazy because I chase my dogs outside with a broom and yell the word Fuck many times over while doing so... she was kind enough to ask my to go despite all of that. I go and just about all my neighbors are there who probably also think I am a crazy hermit... I actually had a good time... I KNOW!! HOLY CRAP, write that down people!! I even ordered a couple of things.... I even talked... Yeah Julie!! You know how when you were in school there was that annoying person trying to talk to people while the lesson was going on and the teacher had to keep stopping to either tell them to shut up or just to give that mean glare? Yeah, I was that person. The whole time the "demonstration" was going on I kept whispering to everyone asking about the big move that we are all supposed to be doing. I felt like the bad girl of the bunch... I know, I am such a rebel, a Pampered Chef Rebel!
Yeah, that is right I said Move as in having to move out of this house. It seems they are going to renovate our houses here on base but they decided to do at a prime time ... during a war. Yeah know, when all our husbands are gone. We are going to have to move out of this house, go into another old house, wait for our house to be finished, then move back in. Doesn't that sound like fun? Does it sound like more fun having to do all that by yourself because your husband is going to be in Iraq while it's happening? This is just a preview of what to come again while he is gone....
So, on that note I think I will go and surf the net and look for ways to spend money. That always brightens my day... that and chocolate. Lots of chocolate!!
Later people...
I posted some pictures below if you care to see.
Emily has been going through another growth spurt. She has finally gained weight. She has been 25 pounds since she was one. She has always grown in length but nothing in weight for a long time. We brought Keith lunch the other day at his work and they have a scale (I refuse to own one of those evil things in my house), so I took the opportunity to weigh the Turkey. She gained 3 pounds!! Plus she grew three inches in just 6 months!! So now she is 28 pounds and 38 inches!! She is going to be a tall skinny model... LOL, Yeah right, like that is going to happen over Keith's dead body!! I was happy though to see that she put on some weight, I have been worried about that. Now I just hope that she stays in her winter clothes for a bit longer. Her 3T shirts are starting to look too small on her... they don't cover her belly too well anymore and I can see her diaper in the back... I HATE that. (That is right, I said DIAPER, as IF she might be potty trained...LOL, yeah right)
The other day I had this overwhelming urge to sneak in Em's bedroom while she was taking an afternoon nap. I did so and crawled into her little toddler bed with her and cuddled up under her blankets. If someone did that to me in a dead sleep I would freak the hell out but she just rolled over and nuzzled in. I guess she just assumed it was her crazy mother. It was nice to cuddle and tell her how much I love her. It seems like we have been having some many battles of the Wills lately that we don't do the cuddling as much. She is either mad at me or I am frustrated. It's not fun going through those phases with them. It seems like we have a period when it's really good and she never has to go in a Time Out or we go through a period of time where she is going to Time Outs 2-4 times a day. I hate having to put her in Time Out, I hate having her test me over every little thing. Some days it's so simple and other days it feels like I want to down a bottle of wine and smoke a pack of Cigs. I don't really drink or smoke but some days I feel the need to!! I think a lot of the crap that she has been going through is just because she is bored. Her friends have been gone (One just moved), the weather has been bad, and there just isn't a lot to do around here. I think she just does stuff sometimes as a form of entertainment... what's more amusing than making Mommy have a seizure on the floor?
But anyway, I like to find those moments where we can just be Mommy and "baby" and do some cuddling because those moments are what makes up for all the crazy moments. She usually has a blankey in hand and curls right in to all her little crooks and nuzzles right in. I twist her hair into little ringlets between my fingers, rub her back, and give her little kisses behind her ears and between her eyebrows... I talk to her and she usually listens with her little eyes closed and once in awhile I hear a little whispered "Yes" to something I might have asked her. I know she loves me and she knows I love her... Then why oh why does it seem like we fight about the little shit all the time? Oh yeah, I have a two year old Turkey who thinks she is in charge!!!
So, Keith just walked by and noticed I was writing in my blog and as he walked by he said this "Oh great, your blogging, what are you writing about? How I cleaned the cars and now I think that I can play video games all day?" That my friends says a whole lot, and I didn't even have to say it!!
Being the geek that I am I went to a Pampered Chef party on Saturday. I haven't been to one since I lived in Hell. I figured since I really don't have a social life any more let alone hardly any friends I might as well use this as an excuse to actually talk to some people. You know, conversation with adults? You know as in not saying the word "No" 50 times in 5 minutes and not having that person crawl all over you while your sitting? So, I went to my neighbors house who thinks I am crazy because I chase my dogs outside with a broom and yell the word Fuck many times over while doing so... she was kind enough to ask my to go despite all of that. I go and just about all my neighbors are there who probably also think I am a crazy hermit... I actually had a good time... I KNOW!! HOLY CRAP, write that down people!! I even ordered a couple of things.... I even talked... Yeah Julie!! You know how when you were in school there was that annoying person trying to talk to people while the lesson was going on and the teacher had to keep stopping to either tell them to shut up or just to give that mean glare? Yeah, I was that person. The whole time the "demonstration" was going on I kept whispering to everyone asking about the big move that we are all supposed to be doing. I felt like the bad girl of the bunch... I know, I am such a rebel, a Pampered Chef Rebel!
Yeah, that is right I said Move as in having to move out of this house. It seems they are going to renovate our houses here on base but they decided to do at a prime time ... during a war. Yeah know, when all our husbands are gone. We are going to have to move out of this house, go into another old house, wait for our house to be finished, then move back in. Doesn't that sound like fun? Does it sound like more fun having to do all that by yourself because your husband is going to be in Iraq while it's happening? This is just a preview of what to come again while he is gone....
So, on that note I think I will go and surf the net and look for ways to spend money. That always brightens my day... that and chocolate. Lots of chocolate!!
Later people...