Friday, July 31, 2009
This paycheck was a little extra padded, there was flyboy's uniform allowance and since the money they give us for his uniforms really is a drop in the bucket compared to what they actually cost to buy them and keep them up to standards I can't get to excited about that but.... there was also a tad extra in there for hitting 12 years.
Yes folks, my love has been a flyboy for 12 years. Well there was some schooling first, so maybe he's been an actual flyboy closer to 10 years. They don't just hand over the controls of an airplane to just anyone.
Or so flyboy tells me this, despite some of the idiots I've met at work functions.
I know this isn't as exciting as picking up a new rank or whatnot, but I wanted to take the chance to let my love know just how much I appreciate all he does for us. This isn't always his dream job, obviously there are days and months at a time that he thinks about just walking away, but he has stayed in for one overwhelming reason.
And our ability to procreate by just looking at each other.
But seriously, for over a decade now he's been pounding his body physically and mentally so that we can live comfortably, on one income since the kiddos came along might I add very impressive I think, so that we can keep the great health coverage that we have (though I might complain about it from time to time), and not to mention that he's liberated a country too.
He's a man of many talents. And I love him, and I'm very proud of him.
And he's damn near adorable in his flight suit too. Trust me, that helps to make up for the time he's away.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Another great parenting moment in which I didn't know quite how to stop myself from laughing.
sigh. And he's my sweet one lately. Man I'm screwed.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Congrats! I mean don't get too excited its only three bags. Although if you play your cards right I could toss in a four year old free of charge. Last time I was at the UPS store I *just* happened to notice that they have a box he would fit in.
And to keep things fair I actually drew a runner up if you will. Dash-1 picked one name and well, those of you with children out there can understand that sometimes you just have to keep the peace and let the other one get in on the action. Who would have known that picking a name was so exciting.
So Emilysuze you won a bag too!
Thanks to everyone who participated. I actually have another giveaway coming up in another week or two so stay posted. It's a wicked cool, very informative, very good book about getting your baby to sleep and even comes with a cd of soothing sounds to help. So mama's keep your eyes peeled.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
We were holding out hope that my beloved saturn VUE could be revived. ummmm. Yeah. No. We got the final word yesterday that it would cost WAYYYYYYY more then the car is worth to fix it.
So we bought a car. I must admit, it's a pretty sweet ride. Even if it is a mom mobile, a Taurus X (aka freestyle) if your wondering. I went from a horse and buggy to the space shuttle folks. It's going to take me days to figure out what all those buttons do. The kids are in separate seats so they aren't touching each other, it's power everything, sigh, my children aren't touching each other, did I mention that?
And we got a great deal even though we are now back to a car payment. But those three and a half weeks car payment free sure were nice.
Damn you saturn damn you! (And damn you GM for not honoring the lawsuit to replace AT YOUR cost the crappy transmissions that you put in the car but that is neither here nor there right now, don't think flyboy and I are going to forget about that.)
So that was ALLLLLLLLLLLLLl of yesterday, and today was the doctors and pre admissions for the baby, hard to believe we are in the home stretch.... a mere five weeks left. I'm tired, hot, uncomfortable and well, in constant need of a nap.
I have groceries to unload and a pantry to organize this afternoon, but I promise, I will have a name of the winner by tomorrow. If not I'll get my mom to churn out a crap ton of bags and mail everyone one.
You know she's sweet enough she just might do that.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I'm ok with this. Very ok with it.
Well as I sit here behind the laptop the boys have calmed down and flyboy is going thru one of dash-1's favorite book about the human body and all that good science stuff, I overheard two disturbing things.
dash-1 "hmm, fat, what's fat?"
flyboy "that stuff in mommy's tummy."
No that would be your next son my dear. The fat is around back.
and then. dash-1 "what's a liver?"
flyboy "something you eat with faber beans and a nice Chianti."
You'll be shocked to know that I am usually the one who does story time around here. I think we can all agree that might be best.
Giveaway is still open here!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
So one of the joys of motherhood is getting random, off the wall comments or questions fired at you in rapid speed with the total expectation that you will a. answer them immediately and b. actually know and understand the answer you are expected to give.
Some examples that I've heard in the past month
-So if girls don't have p@nis how do they pee? And just to clarify, I understand how this one works, I could answer this with total authority, but well, my kiddo is four, I didn't want to get into a discussion of anatomy with him. Especially since he loves to then go forth and dazzle others with his knowledge.
-Hey mom smell my finger? Of course this is followed by.... Why does it smell like that? Gotta be honest, I didn't want to know what it smelled like or why.
-Do frogs have ears? I don't see ears so how do they hear? Ummm, I majored in political science, I took biology for the non science major and
-Why do you have to pay to drive on a road? Excellent question dear child. I would explain that it's for road improvement, but yet toll roads are often just as crappy as regular roads and really, what NJ is getting out of my pocket for the pleasure to drive on it's roads is just criminal. I relayed this on to the boy only to then get this question.
-How can a state be criminal? Do you want the long or short answer kiddo? I pleaded stupidity on this one, I knew where it could go.
and my personal favorite which I heard this morning
- How come the Little Einsteins parents let them go to space in a rocket? Yooooou (said accusingly) wont let me play outside by myself. This is an excellent point. I have brought this up to flyboy and we have actually had fairly heated discussions about this.
For those of you who aren't in the know, Little Einsteins is a Disney carton about five little kids who go on little adventures in their red rocket. It ties in classical music and art and all that good stuff. Flyboy thinks that its imaginative play, clearly not is my argument, since they have a whole episode about how rocket got to be and how they built a whole underground bunker for it. The Backyardigans (about five little creatures on Nick) is clearly about imagination, the whole point of the show is that they go on adventures IN their BACKYARD.
Not so with Little Einsteins.
My heart swelled with pride when dash-1 caught on to the load of bull he's being shoveled with this show then I asked him if he wanted breakfast to avoid a discussion on cartoon parenting.
Friday, July 24, 2009
But no, no, with the upcoming arrival of our THIRD boy, I realize there is a lot to be done and I'm starting to get into baby mode. Baby boy mode specifically.
You would think I would have been there by now since really we are weeks away but I'm a little slow on the uptake.
So its time for a BLUE giveaway! A very nifty giveaway if I may say so.
Up for grabs are three very lovely, handmade (by mama of course, not me) bags. One is an adorable little coin purse, and the other two are perfect for carrying toiletries, medicine, or heck, whatever you want.
And an fyi for those of you in the same boat as me, one or two diapers and a small pack of wipes fit in them and then you can stash them somewhere like the car or your purse and look trendy while also being prepared.
I might even put a surprise of two in there for the winner and don't worry, not a diaper.
Same rules as always, I'm a simple girl, and I seldom stray from what works.
-leave a comment for one entry
-post a link on your blog for a second entry
-twitter for yet a third entry
I'll leave the giveaway open until.....Monday July 27 6pm
Oh and Caitlin at Pretty You Maybe is having an awesome giveaway as well! Check it out!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I was expecting to come home yesterday, unpack, unload some new baby gear mama got me, take some pics for a giveaway (yes that's all that's stopping free stuff for you guys is my lazy ass taking some pictures) and just enjoy being back in my space.
The day had other plans. Or Murphy, as in Murphy's f*@in law.
Hard to tell which is funnier at this point. And which says WELCOME HOME more?
The 60 some odd ants in my underwear drawer or the fact that my car died and it looks like we have to buy another one. Oh the funny part of that story is that this was our first month without a car payment.
*insert laughter like someone who's losing it here*
Although really, the ants were my WELCOME HOME! the car was flyboy's today. I think he might win in terms of who gets to have a nervous breakdown first.
So the underwear drawer. I'm sure people are wondering why ants would be in my underwear drawer. First as a disclaimer, we live in an old, old, farmhouse, with original floors complete with big ol' cracks and what not. Bugs apparently fall into the "character" category. And they were attracted to my underwear drawer because that's where I was hiding dash-2's potty treats, dum-dums.
Now I'm even more pissy about potty training. So far all it's gotten me are a buncha ants. And ever noticed that you think you get them all until you go back an couple hours later and there is one just sitting there taunting you?
Seriously, these f-in ants are screwing with my already delicate state of mind.
And the car. sigh.
We paid it off last month, we were going to squeeze in three kids across the back seat and make it worth to get the joy of living car payment free and now, well, that's looking like a pipe dream. It's not looking like a cheap repair and since we didn't know how well it would work with three kids we aren't sure it's worth tossing a quarter of what we paid for it into it.
Oh what fun. Fun fun fun.
I have a feeling flyboy is going to get home from work, because yes of course, he's been away working/flying for over two weeks straight and still has to work a few more days before he gets a day off, and expect an actual home cooked meal. All I want is to order a big greasy pizza, drink a nice cold beverage (caffeine free coca cola) and hope a tree will fall onto my car.
A big tree. Across the whole darn thing, taking out the transmission.
That might be cheaper.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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Friday, July 10, 2009
I stood over near a bench talking with his friends mom (I'll call her mom1). Another mom from school (I'll call her mom2) showed up and came over to us.
Mom2 "The park is so busy today!" then she turns to me and says "Oh are you in the mom's club?"
I look at her in confusion. But then again this pretty much sums up motherhood and I.
me "Ummm, mom's club?"
Mom1 looking a little caught in the headlights as well "Oh well its nothing, just a group of moms who organize playdates and park meetups."
Mom2 "I just assumed since you were here with Mom1 you were in the group."
Again, look of confusion on my face and I look at mom1.
Mom1 "Oh I'm kinda the president."
and then mom2 has to again clarify, "So your not in the mom's club?".
No. No I am clearly not in the mom's club. sigh. Nor will I probably ever be.
And I should say, to mom1 and 2's defense, both are very lovely people, not obnoxious alpha moms or anything. I just thought the whole thing was funny give how I feel like mommyhood can often feel as cliquish as high school. Everyone searching for a group to belong too. Mom1 even said that despite being the president she doesn't often do much with the group, life with kids is busy enough.
Of course I couldn't help but feel that she was saying that to make me feel better.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
And what better way to honor the freedom that we all hold near and dear then to honor those who fight for that freedom, hence this giveaway.
My very talented mother, who made the adorable purse I gave away this winter (and another adorable summer purse to be given away in the next month or so), made me a beautiful quilted version of the Service Star.
For those of you who aren't familiar the quick history is that service star banners started around WW1 and per a DoD order could be displayed by spouses, parents, children, step children, and siblings of members of the military serving in times of war.
But back to the star, its not quite the traditional star, but then again, I didn't want a traditional star. I wanted a more Americana version to hang in my home as a symbol of pride in my husbands service to our country.
I had been looking for a service star to hang up in our home but I hadn't found one I liked until I was flipping thru one of her quilting magazines one day and saw something that we tweaked to be perfect. (Look it was that or Brown bear brown bear to read in the bathroom.)
And the ol' gal delivered just that. It's beautiful and hangs proudly in our center hallway.
And I have a second one up for grabs today!
It's in a beautiful five pointed blue star, in a cream fabric with blue stitching, surrounded by the traditional red border in a very lovely 15 x21 inch frame. And don't worry, shipping is on me.
Flyboy is just thrilled to get this out of his
man den office.
To enter just leave a comment (althought you can leave a comment if you just want to say how great it looks, I'm really working on my mother to open an esty store and I think I have her almost there).
For a second entry blog about this on your blog. I'd really like to get the word out there to as many military moms and military wives as possible.
For a third entry put a tweet out there that the mrs. is having an awesome military giveaway! (I will admit I have no idea how twitter works so I'll just take your word on this.)
The giveaway will be open until Tuesday July 7th at 6pm. good luck!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I'm just going to put it out there. I don't get it. We have one checking and one savings, in both our names. Ok, well we have other accounts too, cripes, some I don't even pretend to care about. His job is to make the money and one of my jobs is to make the money go as far as it can.
But all in all, what's his is mine and whats mine is his.
Course, jokes on him, I don't bring a whole heck of a lot to the financial side of this relationship.
I am a SAHM, my paycheck mainly comes in the form of sloppy hugs and kisses, the occasional hand picked dandelion, or an "I love you mom". All of these I will take over a conventional paycheck. And none of this makes me nervous about my financial well being.
We really do firmly agree in this house that his money is not my money but OUR money. I don't stash money away so that if God forbid he left me I would have money of my own, I don't fear that he's going to "cut me off", I don't worry that I'm not an equal partner.
Even when I was working it all went into one pot. None of this, he pays the rent, I pay the household bills, that's too confusing to me. In it all went. And when I stopped working I didn't feel like I had to hoard some stash for safety.
Flyboy and I look at it this way, if we trust each other implicitly with our hearts and souls, if I trust him to provide for our family and likewise he trust me to raise his children (and given some of my post, really that's a full time job) then why would we need to keep our accounts separate?
Hey I trust you with our kids but I'd like to keep our money separate. That wasn't a message that we wanted to send to each other in our marriage.
I get that to each their own, I get that there are situations (ie abuse) where it is smart for women to have money set aside, I get that for some couples separate bank accounts work very well.
I don't make it a habit to poll my friends to ask them about their financial set ups, so who knows maybe I'm in the minority with my thinking. I've been told before that sometimes I can be a bit old school. I know that anything can happen, that even the best marriages go sour, I have faith in not just in my marriage but in my husband.
That and if he ever thinks he's getting out of this setup alive, I'll take the poor bastard to the cleaners.
So anyone care to give their 2 cents? Not that we have to open a joint account or anything.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Somewhere along the line I started going soft with him. Not because I'm lazy per say, or because I desperately wanted him to always like me. But because well, quite frankly, when you spend every minute of every day with your children, especially when your husband is gone for weeks on end leaving you solo good guy/bad guy, you can get worn down.
It starts off innocent enough, I found myself saying no and then immediately reversing when he would start in with the whining. That is equal to getting on a major news network and releasing troop movement to the enemy. It gives them an in.
And when they know they are getting an in, they know they are getting to you, and gaining strength. I'm not saying that they go back to the playroom and organize a strategy, but they might as well.
Side note, flyboy once compared raising kids to guerrilla warfare. Those might have been his most accurate words EVER concerning parenting.
I'm tired of it though, I'm tired of not getting the same respect that flyboy gets. He speaks and they listen. I speak and they cock their head and stare at me. Or they just raise an eyebrow as if to say, "And your authority might be.....". It's not all the time, but its enough of the time that I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of not being taken as the voice of authority around here. I do not take orders from a four year old.
It's been painful to accept and admit that I played a part in this, and holy crap, is it painful to put a stop too. This is one of those situations I look at and wonder if I've let this happen, what kinda mom and I. And I came to the realization, a human one. Who makes some mistakes and who, like her kids, is learning along the way.
I want my kids to always like me, I hate to hear the "I hate you!" "Your so mean!" (yes, you new moms out there, that does come out of their mouths much sooner then you think!) But as a mom, it is my job to lay down the law, to instill guidelines, rules, limits, to teach them to respect others and themselves. And most importantly, not to raise brats.
Nothing is gained if my kids grow up to be smart brats.
So I'm going back to basics. I'm sticking to my guns. NO MEANS NO.
I started typing this during a fit he was throwing in his room (he wanted a lollipop), 50 minutes later, he has finished and I was able to have some type of discussion with him.
And it's only 10:43 in the morning, something tells me that this will not be our only battle of the day. And something else tells me that it's going to be a long day.