The Drunk Walk.... Coming Soon...

I'm hoping to get video of the baby's most recent escapades in walking. I have heard that the "drunk walking" stage doesn't last too terribly long. I must get it on video. If you haven't seen it, you should find a baby and watch it.

The baby decided yesterday that crawling is for the birds (or last resorts.. when he's fallen one too many times, or when he's really really pissed off.) He is now walking for real. Not the few little steps you saw on the video, but really honest to goodness walking. Except, he looks like a drunk that being mugged. He can't walk a straight line, and his hands go way up in the air. Today, he forgot to put his hands up, and fell flat over on his side. Let the bruising begin!

What? WHAT?

So. I'm not sure HOW MUCH about the Navy I'm allowed to complain about... But we are due to move to Monterey CA in about 90 days. Three months. We have September, October, and November. Mid-December is when we should be moving. Do we have orders? No. Do we have hopes of orders? We thought so. Until my dear husband got a call from his detailer asking for his "emergency contact" information. Usually they only ask for that if they are about to make modifications to orders. In a bad way. Like, we WERE going to send you to beautiful Monterey for two years of college and a Master's Degree. BUT someone said you were too good at your job where you're at. Your stuck buck-O! Okay, so perhaps I'm going a bit overboard. Things I need to think about.

1. Some Detailers are stupid. This guy may have just thought he needed that stuff to write the orders out.
2. You have to HAVE orders to before you can MODIFY orders, right? Since he doesn't actually have orders, they can't actually change them...

In other words, once again, we have no freakin' clue what the heck is going on. We don't know where we are going to be living in six months, and we have no idea what to do about it. Only this time, there are 7000 miles between us, and it kind of sucks.

Note to my husband: (who may or may not be reading this.) Please do not feel that because I am blogging about this that I am suffering undue stress. I realize you weren't going to tell me about this because you think I stress. Virtually no one reads this (except people I know) blog, so there's no worries. I like to vent. And Dramatize. So stop worrying about me. Keep harassing your detailer. ;)

Found my soapbox. It's petty, but hey.

Something that has been bothering me for a while just popped into my head. I will be unable to sleep if I don’t write about it. I feel the need to correct your grammar. Well, perhaps not YOUR grammar, but someone’s. I understand that my grammar isn’t perfect. I type as I would speak, so it isn’t the same as technical writing, in which I would worry about my overuse of commas and ellipsis. At any rate, here is the reason why. At my sister’s bachelorette party I got into quite the drunken argument with a stupid girl (scary part… she was an education major.. she will be teaching our children) about the correct use of the term “so-and-so and I” when she corrected my grammar incorrectly. It nearly got very heated, until I remembered I was at a party, that we had been drinking, and my sister didn’t give a damn that her friend’s college education was severely lacking. (I have not yet completed my college degree.) Back to my point.

Our conversation went something like this:

Me: You are coming to the bar with Kelly and me?

Stupid girl: You mean Kelly and I.

Me: No. I mean “Kelly and me.

(then it began to get ugly.)

The Grammar Lesson:

When you are going to talk about yourself and another person by name in the SUBJECT of a sentence, you would say “Jamie and I are going to the park with Josh.” That is correct. How do I know? If you kill of Jamie (or just leave her behind, it might save you some jail time.) You would say. “I am going to the park with Josh.”, so it is logical that when you add Jamie, nothing changes. You wouldn’t say “Me is going to the park with Josh (unless you are two), so it would be incorrect to say “Jamie and me are going to the park with Josh.”

When you are going to talk about yourself and another party by name in the PREDICATE of a sentence, you would say “Jamie is coming to the park with Josh and me.” This is correct grammar. Why? How do I know? To be fair, this time we are going to kill off Josh. You would say “Jamie is coming to the park with me.” Again, it is logical that nothing changes when you bring Josh along for some three-way fun. You wouldn’t say “Jamie is coming to the park with I.” Not even a two year old makes that mistake very often. So, it is absolutely, positively, without a doubt incorrect to say "Jamie is coming to the park with Josh and I."

End Grammar Lesson

So, that was my soap box for the day. Stupid girl, go to hell. Stop correcting other people’s grammar in order inflate your ego. It only makes you look stupid because, ahem, YOU are mistaken sweetheart. YOUR grammar needs to be checked. NOT mine.

Update: Just in case you wanted some real proof:
http://www.drgrammar.org/faqs/#34

Just to Entertain you...

I haven't felt much like blogging lately. I have nothing to say. Nothing witty, nothing important, well, nothing important that I want to tell anyone. Don't know why... So, until I come up with something worth sharing.. Watch my kid be crazy...


Here he is dancing like a fool. Leapfrog sure makes that ABC song sound Jazzy!



Here he is giving Daddy a kiss:

That's right! It's Official...

The little bugger is walking... Please forgive the fact that he is nearly nude. The child hates clothing now. He attempts to take it off every chance he gets. I am just counting my blessings *knock on wood 100000 times* that he hasn't discovered the fun of removing his diaper. Also, please forgive the fact that he is chewing on what appears to be a dog collar. He has been fascinated with that disgusting thing since birth. At that moment getting his precious first (or probably second) set of first steps on video so Daddy could witness the event took precedence over a bit of hygiene. Besides, the tantrum that would have followed would have ruined my afternoon.

Now Daddy is bound and determined that we should not try to have another child. His fear is that our children will become so smart that they will take over the household and we will end up hog tied in the closet while they run wild. Please, reassure him (and me just a bit) that his "vision" is very far-fetched and will NOT come true!

In other developments. I no longer need to nurse him to sleep. I do nurse him before bed... But he no longer REQUIRES it. I can just hold him and love him and kiss him. Tonight, he wanted me to hold his hand until he fell asleep. How sickly sweet is that? (By the way, my husband is now going to need reassuring that even the most macho of men loved their mommies when they were babies, and that he will not turn out to be some "sissy" boy because of this most recent development.)

update: I've also decided after watching the video again that perhaps I should explain that I'm NOT drunk. I was standing up and tried to sit down so the baby would walk to me. I apologize for the shakiness. There are dogs everywhere here.. (three, but there seems like millions when its raining.) They all have their part too.. Kleenex is licking her paws, Chewie makes his appearance at the beginning and promptly leaves. Buster... He's the white "fluff" you see to the right of the screen. He is passed out on the couch.. While I can honestly say that I was not drunk.. I am not in a position to vouch for that old man's sobriety. =o)