Top Ten

Adam is at training.  We see him tonight though!  :)  House is quiet and clean.  When he is gone, I am bored. So I clean.


Top 10 things I miss about Adam when he is away.


WARNING: SAD, PATHETIC AND PITIFUL.  MOST DEFINITELY MUSHY.  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!


10.  1 tooth brush in the holder.
9.  I don't know how to grocery shop for just me and a 1 year old.  Monday's trip was yogurt, strawberrys, deli meat and one can of raviolli.  Clearly, I was not focused and now we have to go back.
8.  No one to watch Wipe Out with.  Or anything else for that matter.  TV is useless unless you have someone to commentate.
7.  No one to disagree with about the radio station.  He would secretly change the settings on my car radio.
6.  Bathroom mirror stays clean.  I miss his spit splashes.
5.  Tiny goes to a closed door and yells "DaDa".  She thinks he is in the bathroom.
4.  He would always look over my shoulder when I am working on something.  It bugs me, but I miss it.
3.  He sings in the shower.  "Ba-ba-da-da-da-da"  Tiny thinks he is GREAT.
2.  Kisses.  He is magical.
1.  He keeps me sane.  He balances me out.  He makes me laugh.

Tiny mess

Oh, how I love my tiny mess.  Tiny is full of caos.  Adam and I recognized that early on.  We would build a tower with blocks and she would push it down.  But in all fairness, it is more fun to knock things over.  We are working on using a spoon and fork.  She will hold the fork with one hand and eat with the other.  The fork makes a great comb for her golden (now stained with red sauce) locks.  She does not get it, but she could not be cuter.  We had spegetti tonight.

Adam got called away 2 times tonight for Navy stuff.  Something I should probably get used to.  His dinner.

I ate his garlic roll.  I know, shocking.  My belly may need it's own zip code before Tiny #2 arrives.  I cringe at the thought of when Adam returns from Basic training.  I will be among all of the 18 year old girlfriends- whom I am sure are beautiful and have no stretch marks.  Me and the Tinies.  All ### pounds of us.  I will have to buy a new dress-one that makes me not look so...round.
Adam's recruiter said that he has never worked with someone whom is 26 with a wife and kids going into Adam's field.  He has no clue what to do with us.  We ask questions; they don't know.  And sometimes we get conflicting answers.  Though, they have been very flexible and kind.  Adam even brings Tiny to DEP meetings if I am at work.  I am setting the expectation bar WAY LOW, hoping not to be disappointed or feel like we were mislead.  I count on what is in the contract and take the rest with a grain of salt.  I remember that God is our provider, not the Navy.
As ship date comes closer, things are seeming more real.  We give more kisses.  We hired someone to mow our out-of-control yard instead of taking up the final days with yard work.  I don't have the heart to pack Adam's stuff yet.  8-10 weeks, right?  We can do this.  I can't think about the next station, or moving, or 1 year deployments right now.  Just 8-10 weeks.  I am just a tiny bit of a mess today too.

Embracing my quirks.

These things probably won't change......so I have decided to embrace them.

• I pout.  Only to Adam, because it works.
• My favorite thing to do when the hubby is bugging me is to pull his underarm hair.  It makes him sooooo mad.  That is why I do it.  Again, because it works.
• I rely on our lovable coon hound, Oscar, to clean my kitchen floor after meals and snack time.  Better than Mr. Clean.
• I love it when Tiny wants Mommy to put her to bed.  But I still sigh to Adam, as if I have more important things to do.  (like the dishes in the sink- which I have no intention of doing tonight)
• I like to eat a whole row of cookies from the package in one sitting.  It just seems more organized.
• I love to watch TV shows where people crash into things or fall off high platforms for the sake of entertainment.  That Bob Saget says the funniest things.
• I read the smut-movie-star-gossip magazines in the grocery check-out lane when no one is looking.  If questioned, I will say something about sad role models for our kids.   But I still want to know what is going on with Prince William.  And I would never get caught buying one.
• I dream of being in a flash mob.......I have the whole routine worked out in my head.  It involves me doing a tap dance.  I bet I am a great tap dancer!
• I like that I have 6 pillows and Adam only has 1.  Now, I would like his pillow to prop up my laptop while I post in bed.
• I keep forgetting what order our silverware drawer goes in.  When we have been out of spoons and forks, I can't remember which one goes where.  I think it is forks, knives, spoons......but I don't ever know for sure.  It is a surprise every time the drawer is opened.
• I love to play softball.....only if I can slide at every base and sit in the outfield.  And I don't care if we win, as long as there is ice cream afterwards.  I also make up cheers for my teammates.
• I like to drive cross-legged with my feet in the seat.  It makes sure my toes are not chilly.  That is why they made cruise control.
• And despite any efforts, I have turned into my mother.  And decided that it is not too bad.

This post would have been better if I had the correct pillow propping my laptop.

Watching the news :(

Today on the news I saw that we lost 30 Navy men when a helicopter was shot down.  22 Seals and 8 crew members.  My prayers go out to these families.  Wives lost their husbands and babies lost their daddies.  Thank you for your great sacrifice for our country.

I did not realize how these stories would effect me.  I feel like our country lost 30 Adams when that helicopter went down.  Adam will be on the sea, but it still brings the reality of the job to light.  Our boys are in dangerous situations and I, for one, have not appreciated their service.  Now I feel like there are faces behind the numbers.

I have heard military wives say that they do not watch the news; that it is inaccurate most of the time anyway.  I think that it is because it is just too real.  During deployments, they live in a constant state of "is he coming home?".  An attempt at 2 normals: one with him, one without.  I can't begin to understand, until he is gone on deployment.  I take safety for granted.  Something I fear will change.

So, I blubbered through the news this morning.  And I am not a pretty crier- red nose, bloodshot eyes and weird mouth positions.  Tiny is poking the tears away and the dog resting his massive horse-head on my knee.  Pregnant or not- I need some regular coffee.  In fact, I need coffee and I am giving Tiny 2 cinnamon rolls!  It is a rough day and we don't care about too much caffeine and sugar.  I am dropping her off in the nursery and I will be awake through the service this morning.  A winning situation for all.

Bring on the Pink!!!

Tiny #2 is a GIRL!!!!!!  YAY!!!!  This mama is all about pink, bows and dress up.  So I am very happy! Adam loves his little tiny- but was hoping for a boy.  He is already looking at baby girl names.  I am trying to talk him into Darla.....he says that will NEVER happen.  We will be having a Christmas baby; what an amazing gift.
YUCK..what is that smell?  I have to go.  Tiny #1 stinks.