The baby has been so sweet lately. I don't know if there is some sort of phase that they go through? He snuggles and wants to sit in your lap and be read to. He walks up to the dogs and
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Just in case...
I don't want anyone to be stressed out, so I better tell you that we got orders today. They are to Monterey, and we should get a house there within 3 weeks or so of getting there. So, that's right. You can all stop chewing your nails. You may all sleep now. You may all quit drinking, there are no more worries to drink away. Oh, wait. Maybe I'm the only one who wanted to do that? Oh well. We have orders. We're moving. We're happy.
The baby has been so sweet lately. I don't know if there is some sort of phase that they go through? He snuggles and wants to sit in your lap and be read to. He walks up to the dogs andsmacks pats the dogs, kisses them and gives general 'luvin.' I have to say that it is very rewarding to get this kind of love from a person. He really is growing up and turning into a little boy. ::sigh:: I'm not ready for a boy yet. I still want a baby. I think I need to have another. (Watch out Daddy!!!)
The baby has been so sweet lately. I don't know if there is some sort of phase that they go through? He snuggles and wants to sit in your lap and be read to. He walks up to the dogs and
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Not a boy, but a little man...
Today, this little Boy: 
Turned into this little boy:
The baby got his first haircut. I feel I owe a big thank you to Emily of Five Willows Salon. She cut his hair, and put all of those curly locks into an envelope. He was very well behaved. No tears were shed (by the baby) as the hair fell to the ground. He was very proud to be such a big boy getting his hair cut. He even inspired me to get a trim.
Tears (or lack thereof) aside, it was still tiring. I held him while he squirmed. Emily did a great job. I have been having anxiety that she would accidentally stab him in the soft spot with the pointy end of those scissors because he would jump up or something. Needless to say, that didn't happen. He is home and happy sleeping away in his crib.
Tears (or lack thereof) aside, it was still tiring. I held him while he squirmed. Emily did a great job. I have been having anxiety that she would accidentally stab him in the soft spot with the pointy end of those scissors because he would jump up or something. Needless to say, that didn't happen. He is home and happy sleeping away in his crib.The day didn't start out as well as it ended. Again. He spent the better part of the morning screaming because he didn't want to take a nap. I have been terribly busy with my design work; today was no exception. I felt like a horrible mom, but I really needed him to take a nap so that I could concentrate on some of the work I needed to get done. After a few hours of no sucess, I broke down. I strapped him into the car and drove around aimlessly. Not completely aimlessly. We stopped at starbucks where I ordered my caramel macchiato (which I failed to order as a half-caff). THEN we drove around aimlessly trying to find wi-fi hotspots. We drove up 40th street to Old Cheney thinking I was going to stop at Bagels & Joe, not sleeping. We drove up Old Cheney and thought perhaps we would go to Bennet Martin Library, but after deciding that the parking lot was probably too far away from their router, headed home. He refused to fall asleep. I kept driving aimlessly around southeast Lincoln. We drove around and around and around. Finally, he fell asleep. One block from Culvers. I stopped and got some of the "gotta have it done now" stuff done. I actually got my work done before 10pm, and hence, I am going to bed before 2am. Yay me!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Monarch Migration
Tonight I took a walk with the baby. While the dog was pulling the stroller, (she's fat and needs the exercise anyway) I donned my camera and took photos as the monarchs swarmed around me. It was an absolutely beautiful end to what started out as what I thought was going to be a terrible day.
This morning the baby woke up in a terrible mood. He was whining, crying and clinging to me ALL morning. I had hoped to go to church with the in-laws, but we didn't get out the door in time. We were going to be 30 minutes late. So I gave up and just dressed in normal clothes. We went to leave the house and it was about 20 degrees cooler than I thought it was, so I had to get jackets. We left and got most of the way out of town when I realized that I was almost out of gas. So, I stopped at the last diesel (I have a Passat TDI.. great mileage, but takes diesel) station in town. It is a truck stop. The pumps did not take Credit Cards. The baby was sleeping. I drove around the station trying to decide what to do. I really didn't want to get the baby up, but I didn't want to drive around forever looking for gas either... I finally decided that I was going to just pump, drive up to the window, and bring the baby in quick. He'd go back to sleep. Then a truck pulled up behind me and got all huffy. So I left and drove up the road and found another gas station. This station was in the middle of the twilight zone. I have never been stared at so much in my entire life. I have no idea why they were staring at me, (perhaps they thought I was stupid for putting diesel in a car) it was just really incredibly creepy. I finally got on the road. We left the house at 11:00, it was noon. An hour later.. We should have been to the in-laws at 11:30. By the time I got there, no one was at the house. I drove by the church. Their car was still there, church was at 9:30. I would have been 30 mintues late for church even if I thought I was on time! So I parked outside of the Subway in town thinking surely the baby was ready to wake up any second. No luck. I finally decided to drive to the next town to Grab Runza. The baby woke up the second the smell of those french fries hit the car. At any rate, we got to my in-laws house and I shared my lunch with the baby. We hung out with them for a while (they were home by the time we got back). When we came home we ate dinner. The baby wasn't too much in the mood for anything but raisins. I think he ate about 3 cups of raisins. Not really 3 cups, but way more than I normally would have given him. It wasn't quite time for bed yet, so we went for a walk. Mommy, the fat dog Kleenex and the baby. It was absolutely gorgeous. About one block down the road. That was what I saw. I immediately returned home to get my camera and I took pictures as I walked around. It was crazy and beautiful. So, like I said. It was a beautiful end to what I thought was going to be a terrible day.
This morning the baby woke up in a terrible mood. He was whining, crying and clinging to me ALL morning. I had hoped to go to church with the in-laws, but we didn't get out the door in time. We were going to be 30 minutes late. So I gave up and just dressed in normal clothes. We went to leave the house and it was about 20 degrees cooler than I thought it was, so I had to get jackets. We left and got most of the way out of town when I realized that I was almost out of gas. So, I stopped at the last diesel (I have a Passat TDI.. great mileage, but takes diesel) station in town. It is a truck stop. The pumps did not take Credit Cards. The baby was sleeping. I drove around the station trying to decide what to do. I really didn't want to get the baby up, but I didn't want to drive around forever looking for gas either... I finally decided that I was going to just pump, drive up to the window, and bring the baby in quick. He'd go back to sleep. Then a truck pulled up behind me and got all huffy. So I left and drove up the road and found another gas station. This station was in the middle of the twilight zone. I have never been stared at so much in my entire life. I have no idea why they were staring at me, (perhaps they thought I was stupid for putting diesel in a car) it was just really incredibly creepy. I finally got on the road. We left the house at 11:00, it was noon. An hour later.. We should have been to the in-laws at 11:30. By the time I got there, no one was at the house. I drove by the church. Their car was still there, church was at 9:30. I would have been 30 mintues late for church even if I thought I was on time! So I parked outside of the Subway in town thinking surely the baby was ready to wake up any second. No luck. I finally decided to drive to the next town to Grab Runza. The baby woke up the second the smell of those french fries hit the car. At any rate, we got to my in-laws house and I shared my lunch with the baby. We hung out with them for a while (they were home by the time we got back). When we came home we ate dinner. The baby wasn't too much in the mood for anything but raisins. I think he ate about 3 cups of raisins. Not really 3 cups, but way more than I normally would have given him. It wasn't quite time for bed yet, so we went for a walk. Mommy, the fat dog Kleenex and the baby. It was absolutely gorgeous. About one block down the road. That was what I saw. I immediately returned home to get my camera and I took pictures as I walked around. It was crazy and beautiful. So, like I said. It was a beautiful end to what I thought was going to be a terrible day.
Friday, September 07, 2007
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!
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. ;)
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. ;)
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