25 days!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

This is Deception Pass Bridge. It's less than 10 miles from our house! (totally not kidding!)


We move to Washington in 25 days. I'm not sure if it's totally sunk in just yet. I guess I should just get through this week first. I keep forgetting to schedule Lexi's 1 year well-baby visit (bad mommy!). Also, I'm not totally sure that a "HiB" vaccination is, but apparently there has been a shortage and NAS JAX finally has it. Know what that means? Not only will I have 1 pissed off toddler, with band-aids on their legs, but I get TWO pissed off toddlers with band-aids on their legs. Woo-freakin'-hoo!

Back to this whole moving thing...

3200 miles doesn't sound like fun to me, but seeing family and friends definitely does! If you're on our itenary, yea! If you're not... stinks to be you! :)

We already have our house waiting for us in Oak Harbor. 3 bedrooms/2 baths on 2 1/2 acres. Bella is staying here, but will get shipped out ASAP!

That's about all I have in me tonight, but I'll keep you all updated.

Oh, remind me to tell you all about having to feed all this week. My barn owner is out of town, and left me in charge. I don't know if she's desperate or gullable!

Lexi's First Birthday Party

Monday, June 15, 2009

Need To Update, But...

there is just no time (and no drive right now). We've had orders to Washington, a birthday party and so much else, but I'm feeling overwhelmed by blogging right now...

I leave you with this link to think about for now...

http://tastelikecrazy.com/2009/06/15/take-back-your-power/

Go, read it, think about it...

New Member To Our Family

Friday, April 24, 2009

I haven't really updated anyone, but Isis was apparently just a ship passing in the night. I wasn't totally sold on her staying here. I just knew she needed to get out of the situation she was in... She went to Weim rescue (where she SHOULD have gone in the first place, without the brief layover at my house). She was very geeked out about the kids. Apparetly, not properly socialized as a puppy- shocker.

I have a few friends that might know the name of the farm that now does Weimaraner rescue in NE Florida. It's Moonshine Kennels. Moonshine has produced some of the top Weims in the country in the last 20 years. Judy is the name of the owner. She's wonderful.

Anyway, my friend, Sara, works for a ginormous vet clinic on the other side of the river. She called me one day to say that she had a lab puppy that I should come in and meet. He was 7 months old and very sweet. I took Killian, Jack and Lexi to the clinic to meet this guy. Killian liked him, Lexi was... well, Lexi (she's only 10 months old)... Jack was TERRIFIED of this puppy. In his defense this "puppy" was 60 pounds! He was your typical 7 month old puppy- a ball of energy...

I told Sara that I didn't think that it was going to work out if Jack was terrified of him. We probably needed to go older or younger. I then added that older was better, because, after Killian, I had no desire to have a puppy ever again. (she was satan's hand-maiden until she was 3... hey, she IS a Weim! )

As we were leaving, she said, "You totally have to see this 8 week old puppy that was brought in for a euthanasia." I then looked at her like SHE was satan's handmaiden...

She explained that a breeder brought this puppy in to be euthanized, because he is blind. There is nothing else wrong with him, except that he's completely blind in his right eye and about 75% in his left.

I was pretty apathetic about the whole thing. Puppies? Pfft... No puppies in this house, thank you very much...

(you know where this is going, don't you?)

She brought him in...

I was instantly in love, Jack was instantly in love, even Lex and Killian were enthralled with this pup...

That was 8 days ago... Rocky (Rolling Rock- did you expect me to name my dog after something other than beer?) gained 3.5 pounds (going from 9 to 12.5) as of today, when I took him back to the clinic for show and tell.

He's just like any other puppy. Other than the "losing" us in the house or the backyard, he's pretty much like all other puppies. He "pegs" us, when we are walking (i.e. bumps us with his nose), so he can keep track of us.

He knows where his kennel, food, water and outside are (we do still have accidents, but he is only 10 weeks). We never taught him. He figured it out.

Love him!
Rocky ROCKS!

p.s. Now, what you all are really waiting for... pics!

A Gentle Reminder...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

To the guy who lives in my house-

Hi! Remember me? I am your wife, the mother of your two children. I am about 6 feet tall, brunette, slightly chubby from bearing your kids. Oh! You do remember me!

When I clean the house and take care of the kids, it's because I love my family. A thank you once in a while would be nice. Don't thank me for "doing my job." That's a jerk thing to do.

When I'm tired, because a 9 month old and a 29 month old are exhausting, please take the kids on a walk for a bit, or get them ready for bed. I would love that. Fighting with our toddler to get him to go to bed is not helping!

I understand that this is all my job. I also understand that I could "just go back to work." I don't want to. We agreed that me raising our kids would be the best for everyone. It's also hard to hold down a real job, when you don't know when the movers are coming next. We have moved a LOT. I also don't think anyone can take as good care of our kids as I can. Most moms would feel this way. Also, when you're on deployment, some sense of stability would be good.

Why is it that, when you're exhausted from working all day, I have to cater to you by making dinner, listening to you, letting you sleep in, etc? When I am tired from working all day, I still suck it up.

You do help out around the house. You've been known to do the laundry, cook dinner, and even take care of the kids, so I can sleep in. You DO work hard to provide for this family. I understand that. The problem is that your day doesn't end, when you park that plane. You still have to be a husband and father. You can't take "a little time for yourself" whenever you want.

I am trying to be understanding. I guess I should be a little more understanding.

I know I should ask you to do things, but I shouldn't have to as you. If you are shoving stuff in the trashcan, then it probably needs to be taken out. Have you smelled that horrible smell from the nursery? TAKE OUT THE DIAPER PAIL! Don't wear your shoes through the house, when I have just vacuumed. Put your clothes in the laundry basket. This is all stuff I shoudn't have to ask you to do.

I am not your mom. I know darn well that your mom wouldn't put up with this b.s. Why should I?

Apparently, all you need is a maid, a nanny and a concubine. I'll start taking resumes on Monday, for all three positions.

Pictures

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

My sister and her husband were here for a long weekend.
Good times were had by all!

Sometimes, I like to bury my son in the sand.

The Diva was nonplussed by the whole "beach thing"



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Jack thought the water was way too cold (so did his dad and Uncle Nick)

Sitting like a "big girl"

Sandcastles are Jack's favorite part of the beach

Well, we do live in "gator nation"
(gag)

At the zoo

Sleeping at the zoo. Lexi is pretty much nonplussed my most things these days.
It's hard to be a baby

Misting jets are cool, when you get a ride from your uncle

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Now, we're getting a ride from dad. See a running theme here?

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Hard Day Today

*sigh* It's really appropriate that today is so dreary outside. It fits in well with my mood today.

Three years ago today I lost my aunt. Three years ago today, my cousins basically became orphans. So many times, in the last three years, I have reached for the phone to call her and ask her a question. She was a nurse and raised three really cool boys. In raising my own children, there have been times when I needed her. "Is this temp too high?" or when Lex was in respiratory distress when she was born. Did I really need that damn apnea monitor? What should I have done?

More than me, her own kids have needed her. Graduating high school and college. They have made good decisions that should've been praised by their mother, and they've needed a good kick in the pants once in awhile, like only a mother can give.

I'm sad that she's gone. I'm pissed that she's one, too. She was like a second mom to many of us. I miss her and hate what it's done to my family. It sucks ass.

I came out of 2006 minus one aunt, minus one grandfather and still with my sister. Thankfully, I still have my Fi(s). My sisters rock. I don't know how my mom copes with her sister being gone. As a mother, I don't know how my grandmother copes everyday with 2 dead children and her husband gone. She's stronger than anyone gives her credit for.

That's all for now...