The first time Chester was deployed, I knew in my very soul that he would be safe. Although I worried, it wasn't gut wrenching-just normal Mom worry that must flow through every military mom's veins.
This time is different. Things that Chester couldn't (or wouldn't) say about this deployment put my Mom-dar on high alert. It is already different. I can feel it. Chester had told us that we would not hear from him as much as we did last time and I am steeling myself up to keep repeating the military family mantra*stop worrying, no news means good news*. It is hard. So. Very. Hard.
His unit has a completely different dynamic to it this time. I think the people that we met when we saw him off seemed to mesh well together but they are definately alot more "moto" than last time. I haven't finished processing what that could mean yet.
I always get teary when I hear the National Anthem or hear a group of people reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. I always have. But having children in the military really brings the fact that our freedom comes with a price that much closer. I am filled with pride over the choice two of our sons have made to serve our Country but become outraged when I listen to the news.
The last thing I heard before heading off to work this morning was that there is a proposed budget cut of 25% for military spending. Are you kidding me? Do my children not deserve the very best in equipment, intelligence and support that We The People can provide? Are their lives worth anything less than that? Yep, the Mama Bear in me is coming out, don't mess with our military.
I hope those that have the ability to stop that cut remember that inside every Soldier, Sailor, Airman and Marine lies the heart of someone's son or daughter. The heart and soul of this country. The beating hearts and souls of this family.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
22 Hours Of Hard Labor
No, I wasn't forced to join a chain gang over the weekend, thus being sentenced to 22 hours of hard labor.
That is the amount of time it took for my new grandson to make his entrance into this world! He is amazingly beautiful-lots of dark hair, a button nose and looooong feet just like his daddy. He has a cleft chin just like his Grandpa C did and both U*Haul and Pixie are over the moon.
For family that care about this kind of stuff...he ended up being delivered by C section, he weighed in at 7lbs 10 oz and is 20 inches long. He does look like he could be part of the old cast of the Saturday Night Live show what with his conehead and all but our hearts have forever been stolen by this tiny little peanut.
I am off to the hospital now to hold my newest love and to breathe in all that is good and right with the world that comes with a new birth.
That is the amount of time it took for my new grandson to make his entrance into this world! He is amazingly beautiful-lots of dark hair, a button nose and looooong feet just like his daddy. He has a cleft chin just like his Grandpa C did and both U*Haul and Pixie are over the moon.
For family that care about this kind of stuff...he ended up being delivered by C section, he weighed in at 7lbs 10 oz and is 20 inches long. He does look like he could be part of the old cast of the Saturday Night Live show what with his conehead and all but our hearts have forever been stolen by this tiny little peanut.
I am off to the hospital now to hold my newest love and to breathe in all that is good and right with the world that comes with a new birth.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Second Verse Same As The First
We just returned home from seeing Chester off for round number 2 of playing in the sandbox. We received a call that he had arrived at his original destination safely and that he would call when he reached his final destination.
The second time of sending him off to war wasn't any easier. I am not sure why I thought it would be. In my mind I thought I was prepared. As we sat in our car on base, watching him go through the predeployment ritual, much the same as the first time I kept telling myself that my heart was ready. Then the busses pulled in. I kissed and hugged my son one final time, whispering secret words into his precious ear and watched the man who was once my boy stand tall and proud as he stepped onto that bus. Looking back once he waved. Then he was gone.
This mothers heart hurts just as much now as it did the first round. This deployment is familiar but so different. This time he misses Thanksgiving, his birthday, Christmas-every holiday that you can think of will be spent inside the metal confines of his tank.
So the wait begins. The purchasing of the never ending need for new socks and undies does to. As we wait, we pray. Please God, keep our troops safe.
The second time of sending him off to war wasn't any easier. I am not sure why I thought it would be. In my mind I thought I was prepared. As we sat in our car on base, watching him go through the predeployment ritual, much the same as the first time I kept telling myself that my heart was ready. Then the busses pulled in. I kissed and hugged my son one final time, whispering secret words into his precious ear and watched the man who was once my boy stand tall and proud as he stepped onto that bus. Looking back once he waved. Then he was gone.
This mothers heart hurts just as much now as it did the first round. This deployment is familiar but so different. This time he misses Thanksgiving, his birthday, Christmas-every holiday that you can think of will be spent inside the metal confines of his tank.
So the wait begins. The purchasing of the never ending need for new socks and undies does to. As we wait, we pray. Please God, keep our troops safe.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
When The Lights Go Out, It Sure Gets Dark
It is cold and rainy here in the Mitten State and lots of things are on my mind. Good things, not so good things, confusing things. Things. Things. Things!
First, the good things:
Good Thing #1- We have signed client #2! We are putting the finishing touches on our real live honest to goodness office that is not in my home! I feel anxious, happy and excited all at the same time about this new venture.
Good Thing #2-Our retirement fund is still doing okay.
Good Thing #3-All of my children were able to spend 48 hours together recently. Lots of pictures were taken, some will make it onto this blog at some point in time.
Not So Good Thing #1-We are all sick, sick sick here.
Not So Good Thing #2-Chester called with his deployment date. Which happens to land very close to the scheduled induction of Pixie. I very well may miss my very first grandbaby's entrance into this world.
Confusing Thing #1-Although we are bursting with anticipation about our new business, there are many people who are silently (some not so silently) hoping that we fail. I don't understand that. What kind of a mindset do you have to have to not want to cheer people on? To not want to see someone succeed? Or to be so consumed by what we are doing that it takes over your life. That is some sick, scary stuff I tell you. There have been times in my life when I may not have cared for someone but I was always willing to give them credit for chasing a dream and often times proud when they made their dreams come true. Why can't everyone just want the best for everyone else?
Confusing Thing #2-How can you think you have friendships with people for 10+ years only to find out that those friendships weren't real? I'm still trying to figure out how you can attend (or be in) weddings, be in attendance for funerals, births of babes and such and not hear one word from people that you shared so much with.
Confusing Thing #3-This election. I'm not going to post a political rant here (although I could) but I certainly don't understand why questions are not being raised.
And finally, if you haven't read this blog, go do it. http://blog.cjanerun.com
Read what this family is going through with their sister and brother in law and how the rest of the family is stepping up.
It will certainly put things in perspective.
First, the good things:
Good Thing #1- We have signed client #2! We are putting the finishing touches on our real live honest to goodness office that is not in my home! I feel anxious, happy and excited all at the same time about this new venture.
Good Thing #2-Our retirement fund is still doing okay.
Good Thing #3-All of my children were able to spend 48 hours together recently. Lots of pictures were taken, some will make it onto this blog at some point in time.
Not So Good Thing #1-We are all sick, sick sick here.
Not So Good Thing #2-Chester called with his deployment date. Which happens to land very close to the scheduled induction of Pixie. I very well may miss my very first grandbaby's entrance into this world.
Confusing Thing #1-Although we are bursting with anticipation about our new business, there are many people who are silently (some not so silently) hoping that we fail. I don't understand that. What kind of a mindset do you have to have to not want to cheer people on? To not want to see someone succeed? Or to be so consumed by what we are doing that it takes over your life. That is some sick, scary stuff I tell you. There have been times in my life when I may not have cared for someone but I was always willing to give them credit for chasing a dream and often times proud when they made their dreams come true. Why can't everyone just want the best for everyone else?
Confusing Thing #2-How can you think you have friendships with people for 10+ years only to find out that those friendships weren't real? I'm still trying to figure out how you can attend (or be in) weddings, be in attendance for funerals, births of babes and such and not hear one word from people that you shared so much with.
Confusing Thing #3-This election. I'm not going to post a political rant here (although I could) but I certainly don't understand why questions are not being raised.
And finally, if you haven't read this blog, go do it. http://blog.cjanerun.com
Read what this family is going through with their sister and brother in law and how the rest of the family is stepping up.
It will certainly put things in perspective.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Family Life
Pictures of Dreamsicle at the zoo, the Children's Museum and the best one of all...Don't you wish you could have this much fun? It started raining unexpectedly one day while Dreamsicle was playing in her sandbox. She had such a blast splashing through the puddles on the way into the house that I had to snap a photo when she finally decided it was time to come in and get dry. And yes, that really is a 40 pound bag of dog food. Rottweilers. eat. alot.
In other news: U*Haul is graduating at the top of his class. This mama could not be prouder. He is coming home this Friday and I'm not sure Pixie is going to sleep a wink until then she is so excited to see him.
Then next Friday Chester and his new friend whom I will refer to as "Siren" are coming in from Cali for his predeployment leave. I am so dang proud of him as well. He was just promoted so both of my military men are doing well.
X*Boy is still loving life working for us.
Now on to a PSA***I have a sitemeter turned on here so those of you that are now following my blog from The Arrogants Office need to know that I can tell who you are*** And may I just remind you that reading blogs on company time is a serious offense. I should know, I wrote that policy. :) Please run along, you will not get any dirt on any one from this here family friendly blog.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Two Years Together, Forever A Family...
My dearest Dreamsicle,
Has it really been two years since you were first placed in my arms? I will never forget that day. The nervous excitement, the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time, the instantaneous love that poured out of my very soul when they placed you in my arms. All of these memories I will treasure forever.
You have come so far. The first year was a year of helping you to grow, to feel comfortable and safe. To smother you with our love and to allow you to explore your surroundings.
This past year has been incredible. You are no longer the shy, hesitant baby that was placed in our arms. You are a vibrant, joyful little girl. You melt our hearts every morning when you bounce up the stairs to our bedroom shouting "Good moining! I waked up!" and the excitement in your voice when you tell your Daddy it is time for a meal "Daddy! EEEAAAATTT Time!!" You are secure enough to let us know when you need a "schnuggo" (snuggle) and love to give kisses and hugs. The love you shower on those close to you is a gift that we all hold dear.
You are truly a gift from God and one we treasure. Thanks for loving us my darling daughter.
We love you.
Has it really been two years since you were first placed in my arms? I will never forget that day. The nervous excitement, the moment I laid eyes on you for the first time, the instantaneous love that poured out of my very soul when they placed you in my arms. All of these memories I will treasure forever.
You have come so far. The first year was a year of helping you to grow, to feel comfortable and safe. To smother you with our love and to allow you to explore your surroundings.
This past year has been incredible. You are no longer the shy, hesitant baby that was placed in our arms. You are a vibrant, joyful little girl. You melt our hearts every morning when you bounce up the stairs to our bedroom shouting "Good moining! I waked up!" and the excitement in your voice when you tell your Daddy it is time for a meal "Daddy! EEEAAAATTT Time!!" You are secure enough to let us know when you need a "schnuggo" (snuggle) and love to give kisses and hugs. The love you shower on those close to you is a gift that we all hold dear.
You are truly a gift from God and one we treasure. Thanks for loving us my darling daughter.
We love you.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Family Reunion Photos by Request by Aunt S
I always catch alot of grief for wanting to post our family reunion pics on this blog. But this year Aunt S won-since her family couldn't be with us, I'm sharing the photos. These posts won't mean anything to anyone other than our family but I hope the family enjoys them.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Dreamsicle will do anything for more M&M's
Dreamsicle receives 2 M&M's every time she uses the potty. Imagine my surprise when she came running from the bathroom clapping and exclaiming "She did it!" and then asking for 2 M&M's since her baby "went potty".In case you are wondering what is on baby's head, it is one of Dreamsicle's hair bows. She thinks her baby needs to wear a bow if she is wearing one.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Confessions of a small town girl
I'm ready to come clean....
1. I started to run under the guise of becoming "healthy" when really I knew that the only way I would get McGyver back up to the wine tasting tour that we attended last year that just so happens to go along with the 5K run was to train for it, then treat us to the wine tasting event afterwards as my reward.
2. Sometimes I intentionally make lots of noise outside of Dreamsicle's room at night hoping that she will wake up and want to snuggle.
3. I really enjoy cooking in my dutch oven. Using charcoal. On my driveway. All of the time.
4. I really did snort out loud during a recent "Meet The Candidates" event that McGyver was participating in (he is running for local office) after the comments someone made regarding there being no need for "the internet" in our area.
5. I did not plant flowers at Angel Baby's grave this year. Couldn't bring myself to. Felt guilty. Then didn't. Then drove by and saw that his urn was filled and another gigantic disposable urn was placed right next to the first one and was over flowing with flowers too.
6. I sometimes go downstairs to "lift weights" without McGyver and really don't feel like lifting but I know he is upstairs and can hear my every move so I pick weights up and bang them around every once in a while. I stay down there the same amount of time that it would take if I really was lifting but I actually sneak a book down with me and read while banging the weights.
7. I miss my boys so much that it can bring me to tears so I call their cell phones and leave them messages when I know they can't pick up.
8. I've eaten more cupcakes in the past two days then I have in the past two years.
9. I am secretly hoping a stray kitty finds its way to our house so that Dreamsicle can have a cat. She asks for one every. single. day.
10. I need a Las Vegas fix. Seriously. Not for the gambling but because the last time I was out there, I was completely robbed of my family time with my two sissies and mom due to the drama that started to unfold with the "Arrogants".
1. I started to run under the guise of becoming "healthy" when really I knew that the only way I would get McGyver back up to the wine tasting tour that we attended last year that just so happens to go along with the 5K run was to train for it, then treat us to the wine tasting event afterwards as my reward.
2. Sometimes I intentionally make lots of noise outside of Dreamsicle's room at night hoping that she will wake up and want to snuggle.
3. I really enjoy cooking in my dutch oven. Using charcoal. On my driveway. All of the time.
4. I really did snort out loud during a recent "Meet The Candidates" event that McGyver was participating in (he is running for local office) after the comments someone made regarding there being no need for "the internet" in our area.
5. I did not plant flowers at Angel Baby's grave this year. Couldn't bring myself to. Felt guilty. Then didn't. Then drove by and saw that his urn was filled and another gigantic disposable urn was placed right next to the first one and was over flowing with flowers too.
6. I sometimes go downstairs to "lift weights" without McGyver and really don't feel like lifting but I know he is upstairs and can hear my every move so I pick weights up and bang them around every once in a while. I stay down there the same amount of time that it would take if I really was lifting but I actually sneak a book down with me and read while banging the weights.
7. I miss my boys so much that it can bring me to tears so I call their cell phones and leave them messages when I know they can't pick up.
8. I've eaten more cupcakes in the past two days then I have in the past two years.
9. I am secretly hoping a stray kitty finds its way to our house so that Dreamsicle can have a cat. She asks for one every. single. day.
10. I need a Las Vegas fix. Seriously. Not for the gambling but because the last time I was out there, I was completely robbed of my family time with my two sissies and mom due to the drama that started to unfold with the "Arrogants".
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Almost Birthday Time!
Saturday is Dreamsicle's birthday. She understands what that means this year. When I asked her what she wants for her birthday this is how our conversation went...
Me: Dreamsicle, your birthday is coming up! What would you like for your birthday?
D: Cake! Birfday Cake! Mama-Birfday Cake with Candles! And, and, and Dreamsicle will go ** (showing me how she plans on blowing out her candles).
Me: That sounds great Dreamsicle, anything else?
D: Yeah! Mama, Dreamsicle wants cream! Green Cream! And I will go (this is where she starts licking her hand to show me how she would like an ice cream cone). Oh! Oh! Oh! 'Rella! I wants 'Rella on my cake!
Me: You want ice cream and Cinderella on your birthday cake?
D: Yeah!
Me: Anything else princess?
D: A Snake.
Me: Dreamsicle, your birthday is coming up! What would you like for your birthday?
D: Cake! Birfday Cake! Mama-Birfday Cake with Candles! And, and, and Dreamsicle will go *
Me: That sounds great Dreamsicle, anything else?
D: Yeah! Mama, Dreamsicle wants cream! Green Cream! And I will go (this is where she starts licking her hand to show me how she would like an ice cream cone). Oh! Oh! Oh! 'Rella! I wants 'Rella on my cake!
Me: You want ice cream and Cinderella on your birthday cake?
D: Yeah!
Me: Anything else princess?
D: A Snake.
Crafty-Not
This past weekend we spent with family at our annual camping reunion. I am not kidding when I tell you that I have some seriously gifted kin when it comes to being super crafty. I, unfortunately, was skipped when the super crafty gene was being given out. Knowing me, I was probably hiding in a closet eating a donut at the time of the dispension of that particular gene. We had a baby shower during the festivities for Pixie and she was given some incredible hand made gifts. Even my nieces gifted her with hand made baby quilts! What did my grandson to be get from his Nana? Clothes purchased from Macy*s. Cute clothes, but none made with tender loving care by his Nana. I wonder if being careful with the scissors while cutting off the price tags counts as crafty....
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Another Catch Up Post
Wow, where is the time going? I have lots to catch up on so here goes...
Fourth of July was a blast. McGyver and I decked out the golf cart with our American Flag, a Marine Corps flag and a Navy flag, added lots of stars and stripes type of decorations, added Dreamsicle in a patriotic looking dress and a big old bowl of candy and headed down for the parade. Dreamsicle and I along with a friend of mine actually participated in the parade and lots of kids were very happy with the copious amounts of candy that were thrown their way along the parade route. My apologies to the man who I beaned in the head with a pack of lifesavers, my aim was a little off. After the parade Dreamsicle participated in the children's games then we headed home. By the time we got home, McGyver (who met us at the end of the parade route) was so sick that he ended up going to bed for the rest of the weekend. Poor thing.
McGyver and I headed out of town for 3 nights last week, the first time we have ever left Dreamsicle at the same time. We attended a conference and enjoyed having a few evenings of adult time that allowed us to reconnect. Half way through the conference we got a phone call from the home front telling us that Dreamsicle was sick with the same crud that had hit McGyver. She weathered it like a trooper and was much better by the time we actually made it home.
Pixie is still doing well with her pregnancy and truthfully remains the cutest pregnant person I have ever seen in my life. We are all getting more and more anxious as the months go by to meet the newest addition to our family.
Next weekend is the annual family camping reunion. We are very excited about it as it is one of the few times we get to see our extended family each year. I've been cooking more and more using a dutch oven outside on the driveway with charcoal. If you happen to stop by Casa de la Dreamsicle, don't be worried-it's probably dinner that is sitting in the middle of the driveway.
To my friend S-YW is in my prayers, here's hoping that you hear nothing but good news today!
Fourth of July was a blast. McGyver and I decked out the golf cart with our American Flag, a Marine Corps flag and a Navy flag, added lots of stars and stripes type of decorations, added Dreamsicle in a patriotic looking dress and a big old bowl of candy and headed down for the parade. Dreamsicle and I along with a friend of mine actually participated in the parade and lots of kids were very happy with the copious amounts of candy that were thrown their way along the parade route. My apologies to the man who I beaned in the head with a pack of lifesavers, my aim was a little off. After the parade Dreamsicle participated in the children's games then we headed home. By the time we got home, McGyver (who met us at the end of the parade route) was so sick that he ended up going to bed for the rest of the weekend. Poor thing.
McGyver and I headed out of town for 3 nights last week, the first time we have ever left Dreamsicle at the same time. We attended a conference and enjoyed having a few evenings of adult time that allowed us to reconnect. Half way through the conference we got a phone call from the home front telling us that Dreamsicle was sick with the same crud that had hit McGyver. She weathered it like a trooper and was much better by the time we actually made it home.
Pixie is still doing well with her pregnancy and truthfully remains the cutest pregnant person I have ever seen in my life. We are all getting more and more anxious as the months go by to meet the newest addition to our family.
Next weekend is the annual family camping reunion. We are very excited about it as it is one of the few times we get to see our extended family each year. I've been cooking more and more using a dutch oven outside on the driveway with charcoal. If you happen to stop by Casa de la Dreamsicle, don't be worried-it's probably dinner that is sitting in the middle of the driveway.
To my friend S-YW is in my prayers, here's hoping that you hear nothing but good news today!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
We Are In Biz!
Someday I may feel up to posting the circumstances that surrounded my decision to leave my job, but that would be an ugly, dark post. Right now I've had my fill of deceipt and lies so wanted to share some good news. I ask for your prayers, good thoughts and positive Karma as we embark upon this new journey...
McGyver and I are opening our own business! The same type of business that I left. Please send some good ju-ju our way as we start marketing our services-need clients STAT!
McGyver and I are opening our own business! The same type of business that I left. Please send some good ju-ju our way as we start marketing our services-need clients STAT!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I Have No Words...
It seems as if once every 6 months or so some journalist somewhere decides that they need to spew forth venom. This man is no exception.
http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/opinion/columnists/seate/s_573477.html
I usually don't link to these articles, I normally feel like they don't deserve the extra coverage but this one just hit me the wrong way. Fashion accessory? I think not.
http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/opinion/columnists/seate/s_573477.html
I usually don't link to these articles, I normally feel like they don't deserve the extra coverage but this one just hit me the wrong way. Fashion accessory? I think not.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Stuff Rolling Around In My Head
We have been busy, busy, busy here at Casa de Dreamsicle. Who knew staying home with the Princess could wear me out more than a red eye flight home from one of my trips when I was a working gal! I certainly did not.
This girl is SMART. Dudes, I mean scary, scary smart. She retains everything. Even the things I don't want her to. Let me give you an example......
Operation Potty Training is in full swing. She rarely has accidents but sometimes waits until the last possible second to tell you that she has to pee. This forces me to look like a crazed woman as I grab the girl, put her into a football hold (thank God she is still tiny in stature) and run like the wind to the bathroom. Yesterday she had one of those moments where she was literally doubled over with her legs crossed when she finally decided to tell me that she needed to pee. Fine, except for the fact that I was sitting out on the deck, watching her play in her sandbox at the bottom of the deck. I knew there was no way possible I was going to be able to run down the deck, down the steps, grab her in the infamous hold, run back up the steps, run the entire length of the deck, open the door and run through the house to the bathroom in time to allow her to be successful. Having had three boys that I succesfully pottytrained, I decided to pull one out of the boy potty training manual. I ran down the deck, down the steps, whipped her pants down and told her "just this one time you can pee outside like Daddy" (shut up). She thought that was great fun and took care of business. This morning McGyver and I had some business to attend to so Aunt Genious came over to watch Dreamsicle. They were outside playing in the sandbox when Dreamsicle informed Aunt Genious that she had to go. She remembered that I allowed her to do her business outside yesterday and demanded that she be allowed to do the same thing today. Yikes-so much for raising a lady.
We have an annual family pass to the zoo. She starts yelling the moment that we enter the zoo to "turn this way mama" (pointing to the right) so that she can visit the "Gonquins (penguins) first.
She also knows the ways to turn to get home from the grocery store and the day care provider.
She loves the alphabet song. She requests that we sing it many, many times a day. We only have one small problem-she doesn't call it the alphabet song, to her she hears "elephant" so she is constantly requesting the "elephant song". She will be attending preschool two mornings a week this fall. Can't wait until she pulls that request on her teacher.
U*Haul and Pixie have found out that they are having a boy. I'm going to be a Nana to a baby boy. I can't wait to kiss on little boy feet!
Chester called late last week from the field where they are performing "live fire". He has many close friends in his platoon. One of his buddy's had some type of malfunction on his tank and his tank caught on fire. He is severely burned on his legs, arms and hands. Chester is having a hard time dealing with it (who can blame him) and it brings back to the forefront of my mind just how dangerous it is even on US soil to be in the military.
I have no pretty way to end this post.
This girl is SMART. Dudes, I mean scary, scary smart. She retains everything. Even the things I don't want her to. Let me give you an example......
Operation Potty Training is in full swing. She rarely has accidents but sometimes waits until the last possible second to tell you that she has to pee. This forces me to look like a crazed woman as I grab the girl, put her into a football hold (thank God she is still tiny in stature) and run like the wind to the bathroom. Yesterday she had one of those moments where she was literally doubled over with her legs crossed when she finally decided to tell me that she needed to pee. Fine, except for the fact that I was sitting out on the deck, watching her play in her sandbox at the bottom of the deck. I knew there was no way possible I was going to be able to run down the deck, down the steps, grab her in the infamous hold, run back up the steps, run the entire length of the deck, open the door and run through the house to the bathroom in time to allow her to be successful. Having had three boys that I succesfully pottytrained, I decided to pull one out of the boy potty training manual. I ran down the deck, down the steps, whipped her pants down and told her "just this one time you can pee outside like Daddy" (shut up). She thought that was great fun and took care of business. This morning McGyver and I had some business to attend to so Aunt Genious came over to watch Dreamsicle. They were outside playing in the sandbox when Dreamsicle informed Aunt Genious that she had to go. She remembered that I allowed her to do her business outside yesterday and demanded that she be allowed to do the same thing today. Yikes-so much for raising a lady.
We have an annual family pass to the zoo. She starts yelling the moment that we enter the zoo to "turn this way mama" (pointing to the right) so that she can visit the "Gonquins (penguins) first.
She also knows the ways to turn to get home from the grocery store and the day care provider.
She loves the alphabet song. She requests that we sing it many, many times a day. We only have one small problem-she doesn't call it the alphabet song, to her she hears "elephant" so she is constantly requesting the "elephant song". She will be attending preschool two mornings a week this fall. Can't wait until she pulls that request on her teacher.
U*Haul and Pixie have found out that they are having a boy. I'm going to be a Nana to a baby boy. I can't wait to kiss on little boy feet!
Chester called late last week from the field where they are performing "live fire". He has many close friends in his platoon. One of his buddy's had some type of malfunction on his tank and his tank caught on fire. He is severely burned on his legs, arms and hands. Chester is having a hard time dealing with it (who can blame him) and it brings back to the forefront of my mind just how dangerous it is even on US soil to be in the military.
I have no pretty way to end this post.
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