Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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.