Well, I am officially fatter than I am wide.
That's a great day folks.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Have You Forgotten?
It's Veteran's Day. I heard the song today, "Have You Forgotten?", by Darryl Worley. I was listening to NPR talk about the war, yeah, that's right, I listen to NPR sometimes. :) Anyways, in listening to them talk about the war & in hearing that song I was reminded of the fact I have forgotten. Although, truth be told, I probably block it out more than actually forgetting, but that's another whole post. I am more grateful than I even know how to express for the men & women defending and protecting our country. We truly live in a great place, not perfect, but great. We have so many "rights" and freedoms that we don't even stop to be grateful for and mostly we don't even realize that we have them.
I know of the sacrifice that it takes the men and women and their families. Chad's been home from deployment for 3 1/2 years and I assure you that we still feel the repercussions on a weekly basis. I am an expert at blocking people, thoughts, and feelings so that I don't have to deal with them. It's a little something I learned while Chad was gone. I could teach you if you like.
Since today is a day of honoring those who have served I dug up some pics to help myself, and maybe you too, to remember. I hope you enjoy them. They represent but a few small moments of 16 months of our life.
(I couldn't figure out how to rearrange them so forgive the randomness of their order.)
This is how a soldier reaches out to the country that's war torn.
This is, hopefully, how a soldier comes home!
This is how a soldier lives during training.
This is a soldier & his happy wife.
This is how a soldier gives to the children who don't get enough to eat (an MRE).
(And some sunglasses which make me smile every time!)
This is what a soldier fears...an explosive that is meant to kill him.
This is what a soldier sees through night vision...on all night patrol.
This is how a soldier rests.
This is how a soldier lives.
This is what a soldier calls home.
This is how a soldier travels.
This is how a soldier works.
This is what a soldier protects...rebuilding.
This is who a soldier protects.
This is how a soldier does special missions. (Did I say special...I meant dangerous.)
This is how a soldier finds peace.
This is what happens to a soldier's vehicle when hit by an IED.
This is what a soldier searches for...weapons cache.
This is street patrol...soldier style.
This is who a soldier serves beside. 2/130 2nd platoon 1st squad.
Thank you, soldiers. Thank you, Husband.
I know of the sacrifice that it takes the men and women and their families. Chad's been home from deployment for 3 1/2 years and I assure you that we still feel the repercussions on a weekly basis. I am an expert at blocking people, thoughts, and feelings so that I don't have to deal with them. It's a little something I learned while Chad was gone. I could teach you if you like.
Since today is a day of honoring those who have served I dug up some pics to help myself, and maybe you too, to remember. I hope you enjoy them. They represent but a few small moments of 16 months of our life.
(I couldn't figure out how to rearrange them so forgive the randomness of their order.)
This is how a soldier goes muddin'...except it's sewage and trash, not mud.
This is how a soldier drives at night...night vision...for like 8 hours.
This is how a soldier reaches out to the country that's war torn.
This is, hopefully, how a soldier comes home!
This is how a soldier lives during training.
This is a soldier & his happy wife.
This is how a soldier gives to the children who don't get enough to eat (an MRE).
(And some sunglasses which make me smile every time!)
This is what a soldier fears...an explosive that is meant to kill him.
This is what a soldier sees through night vision...on all night patrol.
This is how a soldier rests.
This is how a soldier lives.
This is what a soldier calls home.
This is how a soldier travels.
This is how a soldier works.
This is what a soldier protects...rebuilding.
This is who a soldier protects.
This is how a soldier does special missions. (Did I say special...I meant dangerous.)
This is how a soldier finds peace.
This is what happens to a soldier's vehicle when hit by an IED.
This is what a soldier searches for...weapons cache.
This is street patrol...soldier style.
This is who a soldier serves beside. 2/130 2nd platoon 1st squad.
Thank you, soldiers. Thank you, Husband.
I'm not a total hater
Ok, just so everyone knows...I'm not a total hater. There are some aspects of pregnancy that I adore. Yep, that's right, pregnancy and adore in the same sentence. I'm growing a human here folks. I mean that's pretty much the biggest deal ever. We humans think we're so cool. We build buildings, make things out of wood, plastic, metal, paint, etc. However, none of those even compares to pregnancy. I mean, the God of the Universe invites man and woman to join together with Him in creation. Literally, life out of 2 cells. In my body, there are 2 of everything (well, maybe not everything since I'm not sure if Lil Baby Stu #2 is a boy or a girl!), 2 hearts, 2 sets of lungs, 2 entire humans. I'm growing a person. Seriously, that is unbelievable and I adore the fact that I get to be part of that. People are always pondering the great question of "what am I here for?", "what am I doing with my life?". Some people build empires on clothes, real estate, money, sports, etc., but moms and dads get to say, I created life. What trumps life? Not much.
Also, I adore feeling the baby. Now, not so much when I get a swift kick to the bladder or other internal organ, but most times I love it. I love knowing that baby is inside my womb just hanging out and growing. Twisting, turning, summer saulting, kicking, punching, yawning, and who knows what else he/she is doing. But, it's a wonderful joy. (A joy that often serves to remind me why I'm so miserable!)
Only 6 days to go!
Also, I adore feeling the baby. Now, not so much when I get a swift kick to the bladder or other internal organ, but most times I love it. I love knowing that baby is inside my womb just hanging out and growing. Twisting, turning, summer saulting, kicking, punching, yawning, and who knows what else he/she is doing. But, it's a wonderful joy. (A joy that often serves to remind me why I'm so miserable!)
Only 6 days to go!
Monday, November 9, 2009
I'm so pregnant...
...that I can literally cry and laugh in the same breath.
...that as badly as I don't want to go through delivery it seems like a walk in the park compared to being pregnant for 6 more weeks.
...there is no quality sleep.
...that just getting out of bed overwhelms me.
...that I could eat about anything...and then immediately regret it knowing that tums will be my dessert.
...that even my sweatpants aren't comfortable. :(
...that all I can think about is delivering the acrobat living inside me.
...that any liquid looks appetizing.
...that any offer of help will not be turned down.
...that the thought of nesting makes me want to lay down and take a nap.
...that sitting, standing, or lying I'm not comfortable.
...that as badly as I don't want to go through delivery it seems like a walk in the park compared to being pregnant for 6 more weeks.
...there is no quality sleep.
...that just getting out of bed overwhelms me.
...that I could eat about anything...and then immediately regret it knowing that tums will be my dessert.
...that even my sweatpants aren't comfortable. :(
...that all I can think about is delivering the acrobat living inside me.
...that any liquid looks appetizing.
...that any offer of help will not be turned down.
...that the thought of nesting makes me want to lay down and take a nap.
...that sitting, standing, or lying I'm not comfortable.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
So, for those of you who have never my little girl there's one thing you should know about her. She's not friendly. And she doesn't hide it well. She has a pretty standard furrowed brow look that she'll give you to let you know that she is not going to be bothered by you. She also will just flat ignore you and turn away. And on rare occasion she'll just reach over and hit you, just to prove that she doesn't have to deal with you.
She was pretty crabby the other day because she wasn't feeling well. We had to run some errands, which we knew was pretty dangerous. Our first stop was the eyeglasses place. Husband was on guard with her while I looked around. She seemed to think that she should be able to touch every pair of glasses in the store so she ended up being held. And she's pretty vocal, which of course the lady working thought was very cute and funny. Well, the nice lady working in the store came over to put some glasses away and peeked around the corner at Hannah. Hannah was pretty fussy at this point because she had lost all freedom. So as the lady peeked around she said "peekaboo" to Hannah. Hannah's response, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." And then she turned around to ignore the woman. Yep, my child totally yelled at her.
Now, I found great humor in this since Husband was the one in charge of the situation. And he appropriately got onto Hannah for telling the woman no. I got to laugh at the whole situation since I wasn't in eyesight...ironic don't you think? ha
The more I'm around Hannah the more I find great humor in children. They just say whatever they think. Their emotions totally shows on their face at all times. And rarely do you have to guess what they're thinking or wanting. They are just who they are all the time with no regard for social norms. It's kind of liberating and stretching for me, because I follow social norms very closely and get very irritated and nervous around people who do not follow them.
She was pretty crabby the other day because she wasn't feeling well. We had to run some errands, which we knew was pretty dangerous. Our first stop was the eyeglasses place. Husband was on guard with her while I looked around. She seemed to think that she should be able to touch every pair of glasses in the store so she ended up being held. And she's pretty vocal, which of course the lady working thought was very cute and funny. Well, the nice lady working in the store came over to put some glasses away and peeked around the corner at Hannah. Hannah was pretty fussy at this point because she had lost all freedom. So as the lady peeked around she said "peekaboo" to Hannah. Hannah's response, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." And then she turned around to ignore the woman. Yep, my child totally yelled at her.
Now, I found great humor in this since Husband was the one in charge of the situation. And he appropriately got onto Hannah for telling the woman no. I got to laugh at the whole situation since I wasn't in eyesight...ironic don't you think? ha
The more I'm around Hannah the more I find great humor in children. They just say whatever they think. Their emotions totally shows on their face at all times. And rarely do you have to guess what they're thinking or wanting. They are just who they are all the time with no regard for social norms. It's kind of liberating and stretching for me, because I follow social norms very closely and get very irritated and nervous around people who do not follow them.
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