I started Monday morning by falling down the stairs with a baby in my arms. It was my own stupid fault for wearing socks on the most dangerous staircase in the world. Fortunately although she was terrified, Thalia was otherwise fine. I survived as well (as evidenced by my ability to type a blog post about it) with only minor dings and one heck of a bruise on my arm. Continue reading I’m Falling For You→
So I recognize that much of the rest of the country is frigid but I have to tell you that the weather here is causing this poor Texas girl her very own special kind of culture shock. I knew it got cold. I’ve been in western Wyoming the last two winters so that wasn’t exactly news.
However, I was not expecting it to get this cold this fast. Today we drove up to Jackson to run a few errands and my kids were dressed like this
because outside it looked like this.
Our errands included eating lunch someplace fun and grocery shopping. (We bought cricket bars!)
Then we headed home. It was 9° when we left and a balmy 11° when we returned. We were gone for about 6 hours and it didn’t stop snowing the entire time. As I type this there are already 6 inches of snow on the ground and we are under a snow weather winter explosion advisory for another 40 hours or so. On Saturday it is supposed to be -11°.
Once we were home we decided to stay in and play. For your viewing pleasure I bring you my beautiful raspberry blowing daughter and handsome singing son.
Okay, truth be told we’ve been here a week. Moving is crazy and no one should ever do it. Especially not a DITY (Do It Yourself move for you non-military folks.) I never ever want to pack and move my own things across the country again. And I don’t even really deserve to complain because, while I did quite a bit of the packing, my husband did the majority of the moving. I just sat on my duff. Continue reading We’ve Arrived or A Belated Halloween Post→
Yesterday’s post had a picture that garnered several questions and comments.
That is indeed my child climbing on a table with his pants around his ankles. These pants were probably the most difficult part of our layover in Minneapolis (which by the way has a lovely airport.) I completely forgot to put Justus’ belt in the diaper bag when we left at the crack of dawn Saturday morning. We managed to get through DFW without incident but by lunchtime they were quite literally falling off of him. Continue reading Pants On the Ground→
I haven’t written for a few weeks simply because I have been too overwhelmed.
Two weeks ago, we found out that our medical clearance was denied a second time, which means we will not be going as a family overseas. Instead, Keith will be going alone and the kids and I will be moving to Wyoming to be near my family. Continue reading All The Things→
Because my son was beginning to resemble a fuzzy lollipop with his large fluffy head and tiny body, and because my daughter was sporting Hasidic curls, a mullet, and an old-man do all at the same time, I decided it was time for a trip to get haircuts. Continue reading Thalia’s First Haircut→
I’m amazed at how quickly time passes now that I have children. I’m not entirely sure how but life seems to be in fast-forward. I cannot believe that tomorrow Thalia will already be 4 months old. It seems just yesterday I was having emergency surgery and not sure if I would lose her. Now she is thriving, healthy, and happy.
I also can’t believe that in six short weeks we will leave Wichita Falls, probably forever, and that three weeks after that we will be headed to live in a different country on the other side of the world.
Time is flying and I can’t seem to press pause or even slow things down. I want to make it a point to remember all the sweet things, the little moments that amuse or touch me, to look back on in five, ten, twenty years when my children are grown and preparing to have children of their own. To that end, I have created a list of adorable things that have happened in the last week or so. Continue reading Too Much Cute→
I have a somewhat laissez-faire attitude about my children and germs. I mean, I don’t let them eat poop or anything (except that one time.)However, I do believe that children should get dirty (not STAY dirty; we bathe them semi-regularly) in order to allow them to (1) be children and (2) build up their immune systems.
So when I brought wee baby Justus home from the hospital and the dog showered him with affection by licking him, sometimes in the mouth, I just rolled with it. Continue reading Going to the Dogs→
If sleep deprivation could kill you, I am certain today would have been the day. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not new to a lack of sleep. We have a toddler and a four-month-old; at this point it’s kind of just my regular state of being. And I wasn’t sure that anything could compare to the week Justus was born. Seventy-five hours of labor and a ridiculous number of medical interventions meant five days with a total of four hours of sleep. But it didn’t kill me. In fact, I didn’t even hallucinate (At least I don’t thinkI did.) I did lose it a little bit and burst into uncontrollable sobs, causing the head nurse to come in, comfort me, and tell me they would coordinate my and Justus’ care in order to give me some rest. But, like I said, not dead. I’m a mom. I’m a survivor. (Great, now I can’t get Destiny’s Child’s out of my head.)
The local Qdoba has probably come to dread our arrival every Tuesday. Whether it is just me and the kids or a couple dozen of our closest friends we descend on the restaurant and make our presence known. Swarming in we take over half the joint and then turn our toddlers loose to run in circles until we can feed them. Right when the hullabaloo reaches a fever pitch we leave en mass to send everyone off to nap-time.
Since yesterday was once again Taco Tuesday we headed to the restaurant, this time with Aunt Tara and Liam. They had already gone through the line by the time we arrived so I sent Justus and Thalia over to sit with them while I got our food. The line was miraculously short and I was next up to order. Justus had climbed up on a chair to dance along to the music. I smiled, applauded his dancing and was just getting ready to say, “Now please sit down,” when I saw it happening as if in slow motion. The chair rocked to the beat and started to tip forward. Before I could move, the chair had fallen over backwards and Justus with it. Continue reading The Great Taco Trauma→