Friday, September 30, 2011

Check out AAFES for these....

Hello, my name is the mrs. and I'm a total sandal whore. 

I'd be totally content to wear sandals year round, shoot, I even have a pair of super comfy Nike sandals that I walk miles in and run on the treadmill in.  I usually wear sandals until we get our first major dumping of snow and then I generally give into the crappy snowy winters up here. 

After all, even I, a die hard sandal fan am not walking into 18 inches of snow in flip flops.

Today I was sporting these little beauties. 

Adorable right?

When I first got them I wondered if I could pull them off, and judging from the look on flyboy's face so was he, but they are fantastic and spiff up even my mom uniform of tee shirt and jeans. 

Because just like sandals, I live in tee shirts and jeans.  I'm quite a fashionista.

The soles were comfortable {don't you hate it when they are so thin you can feel every rock you step on?} the straps didn't leave a blister or a mark, and if I haven't mentioned it.... they were adorable.

Why a post about sandals? Simple, now you can find shoes this amazing at AAFES online! Our exchange tends to serve cadets and retirees and the rest of us can be damned.  Every time I go to the PX I always stroll thru the shoe section and the selection, in a word, is crap. Shoot the shoe boxes have more style.  Not shockingly I have yet to ever by a pair of shoes at our px.

But now I can order more sandals like these and, best part, wait for it, wait for it, they're CHEAPER FOR US! The pair I was sent sells for $45 at the Fibi & Clo store but they are $34 at aafes. 

Sigh.  I love a bargain.

I'm so long overdue on this post I'm embarrassed.  I was contacted by Fibi & Clo, a shoe company out of Austin, Tx  and sent a fantastic pair of sandals to try out over the summer but, well, my kids took over my life.  Did you know they demand to be feed and cared for daily?  Pssssh.

Now if we could just work on the clothing in the women section down there.  Not that my husband wouldn't love me to dress more like his mother....

I wonder if Fibi & Clo want to put a clothing line out for AAFES?

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Dash2 is a door stopper

Yesterday dash2 went head first thru the screen door. 

Popped the sucker right out of the door.

Bonus points for me as a mother because I checked on his welfare before trying to snap a picture of him.  Sadly there is no photographic proof because he wouldn't throw mom a bone and stick his head back thru the door.

These missed opportunities make me sad. But then I tell myself that surely, in the next week or so, one of the dash boys will do something out of the ordinary and I'll be there to savor it forever with photographic evidence.

Oh and in case your wondering what I'm planning on doing with all these embarrassing pictures that I've compiled and will continue to do so for the rest of their lives, I'm going to offer to chip in for their wedding reception.  The clincher? I will be using embarrassing pictures as the centerpieces.

The one of dash2 wearing Lightening McQueen underpants and fireman boots in the middle of a stream is going to be a real winner.

Friday, September 23, 2011

School pains

Dash1 started first grade about 3 weeks ago.  I was stoked.  He was stoked.  But I was really stoked.

I don't get the folks who say they miss their kids while they are in school, sure their cute, but it's not like he's going off to college.  It's first grade.  I have to pick him up at the end of the day.  The school makes me.

Anyways, he really was stoked.  Despite it seeming that he was in a class with only 3 people from last year.  Of course he was paired up with the other peanut allergy kid, and then 2 girls. The other 3 kids from last year were good kids, but not any of his close buddies.  He wasn't phased.

"After all mom, I didn't know anyone in my class last year and look at how many friends I made!"

True dat kiddo.

They called him the mayor of his class. That kid new everyone. Leaving school at the end of the day was almost painful, "Bye James see you tomorrow!"  "Hey Gracie, see you in pe!"  "Bye Jonathan!"

Sweet Jesus, that kid was like a walking rolodex.

Here's what he didn't quite count on, in his class of 19 kids, 11 were from one class.  They knew each other.  They were tight.  He, was on the outside.

And because of all the rain, they were banished inside for recess which meant it was in class, he was stuck with the kids in the class, no safety net of seeing his old friends at recess. 

My kid who was bounding off to school the first day was coming home pissy, nasty, and dreading getting back on the bus.

And I was not in a much better mood.

They do not prepare you for this kinda stuff when you bring a kid into the world.

In fact, they really don't prepare you for much.

I remember when I didn't think I could handle picking out a crib, I mean, its a crib, my sleeping babies will be in this thing, I'll look at it for years to come.  Do I go dark wood? Light wood? Ornate? More simplistic? Does it convert? What to do!

I look back and laugh at what an idiot I was.  And I kinda long for the days when that was my biggest parenting dilemma.  

Now here I was, 6 years into parenting and my oldest babies heart was hurting.

And here's the thing, I've seen their little hearts hurting.  I've held dash1 while he has hurt in pain post surgery, I've held him as his body has struggled to breathe in an asthma attack, I've held him while he's cried for his daddy at night.  But helping your kids face the sting of other kids is a different sort of pain.

I asked him if he had tried making new friends.  This, in case you were wondering, was met with the same "No shit, why didn't I think of that, are you an idiot" look that I give people when they ask why I just don't tell my husband not to go away when the Marine Corps tells him to skedaddle.

"They don't want new friends mom, they are already friends."

Ouch

So I did what every good mom should do.  I called my mom.

I rambled on and on about what sense was it to keep 11 kids from one class and then just throw in 1 or 2 kids here and there from other classes.  What was the school thinking! And how sad that he has to sit at the peanut free table with just 1 other kid while his class all sits together! Its not fair! What are they thinking! I should storm the school!

Thankfully, I did not.

My mother did what good moms do.  She listened.  And soothed me.  And told me I was being a moron.

Well she said it a bit more delicately.  She pointed out that storming the school might not do much for me.  And that dash1 would settle in.

I knew that. Deep in my heart I did.  I had faith in my little social butterfly, but I still wanted to erase his hurt.  I wanted to ease his mind that he would make it thru this, all the while knowing in my heart of hearts that this would not be the first time he'd feel the sting of kids.

Kids after all, while cute and adorable innocent little beings, can cause a world of hurt on other kids.  I hear middle school is a blast.

Daily we reassured him that he would get into a groove, the other kids would get to know him and vice versa, he'd settle in and make some friends.  And we explained, as hard as it can be, not everyone will like you in this world, that will be there loss, but it will happen.

We don't believe in always sugar coating everything.

Luckily though, this week he seems to have settled in.  He's talking about other kids, coming home from school smiling telling me about the new friends he's making.

My heart has calmed down.

And I am reminded that much like as a new mom I worried I was going to break an arm getting him into a onesie {surely I'm not the only one} these dings in their social armor are bound to occur.  But they'll make it thru.  

And so will mom. 

Monday, September 19, 2011

Ornament Swap?

Since that time of year is coming up, its coming people, no use hiding from it, its time to start thinking about the 3rd Annual Ornament and cookie swap!

I'm just putting feelers out there to see who, if anybody, would be interested.  Sign-ups would probably be mid, to the end of October-ish with the deadline for mailing the begining of December before the real holiday panic sets in.

If you think you'd be interested, leave a comment! If you want, you can leave your email and I can email you when and if I put the post up for sign-ups. 

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Happy 2nd Birthday Dash3!

My baby is 2. 

All my boys are my babies, but you my sweet, you really are my last baby. 

My miracle baby.  

You came as a complete surprise, just days after I had lost a pregnancy, the doctors were baffled by you, they looked at the ultrasound machine and said that there could be no way, but sure enough, here you are.

You are a tough little guy, you were so tiny that first year of life, yet now your a rough and tumble kiddo trying and succeeding at keeping up with the big boys around here! 

Here's you in a snap shot:
You love - Curious George, CARS, monkeys, rockets, and dinosaurs.

You could eat yogurt, cheese, and bagels all day.

Your first word was, of course, lightening.  

When your running around you hum the music from CARS.

You like to be just like your daddy, pretending your hand is a chainsaw and cutting up logs just like him. 

You have to have your monkeys to sleep, Georgie and Lightning. 

You have an utter disdain for vegetables.  I can't blame you for this.

You are going thru, what I can only hope, is your intense headstrong phase.  Clearly at 2 you know more than the rest of us. 

You have a laughter and a smile which touches my heart, it makes the frustrating moments seem very worth it.  Have an amazing year my love.

Happy Birthday my littlest love!

How you know its been a while....

You can't remember your password for blogger.

Proof positive its been forever an a day since I have logged in. I miss y'all, I really do, as the kids are getting older and life is getting busier blogging, sadly is suffering.

Let's see, we got hit by a tropical storm.  Did the whole no power thing for a couple of days, which despite flyboy telling us is an adventure, is not, at all, an adventure.  I have the utmost respect for those who lived without power back in the day.  I would have been curled up in the corner of the house rocking back and forth. 

Dash-1 is a first grader.  His teacher reminds me of Michelle Dugger, you know that lady with like 37 kids,  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.  His teacher is very soft spoken and super nice, fantastic yes, but last year his teacher was a giant bald man with a goatee who would rap with the class.  I'm curious to see how this year goes. 

Oh and because of his allergic reaction over the summer the school has him wrapped in bubble wrap.  He's less than thrilled with this.

Dash-2 has started 5 day a week pre-k.  So from 9:15-11:45 every morning I only have one kiddo.  All together now, YAH! 

If only he didn't start fighting about going to school at 7:30. 

He's my more "sensitive kiddo" so it'll take him a few weeks to get with the program.  Of course he's also my most stubborn so he might just hold on to the fight all year just because.

Dash-3 is now at the terror stage.  You know, where he cuts you that cute look that says, I could suffocate you in your sleep if you cross me.  Adorable but slightly scary.

Let's see what else.... oh we just got back from the wedding in Boston where I saw my frienmy.  After a long summer, not being able to work out and recovering from major "baby maker surgery" as dash1 calls it, I was rather paranoid about goign. However, if you follow me on twitter, and why aren't you? You'll recall that she's like 570 lbs.  Go ahead, think less of me, but she's a twit. And she mocked my old lady gym.  Hey, Curves might not kill her.

Flyboys still here and there. No change there.

See I don't even need to post everyday, I can sum it up quickly enough.