Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Almost
Last September I celebrated my 29th birthday.
One of the first things I said that day was, "I'm almost 30."
It doesn't bother me, not really. Thirty is just a number, like 11 or 23 or 59. I have no fear of suddenly being "old" when I pass that barrier. Sometimes it's a bit staggering, but mostly because I don't feel like I've been alive for nearly 30 years. And even (finally!) being a mom I still don't often feel like an adult.
My brain screams, Slow down!! Be my baby for a little longer!! Stop trying to walk, crawling is good enough for now. And I like to carry you, especially when you cuddle your face into my neck when you're sleepy. Can't we just stop the clock for a few hours a day, so we can just be Mommy and Baby and forget about this growing up nonsense?
And then, impossibly, my brain makes the exact opposite wish. Can't I just blink my eyes and have the next 14-ish months be over? It's not because I want the Sergeant home with me (which I do) or because it's hard to be a "single" mom (which it is)...it's because I want father and son to be together again. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
I guess, in the end, we have to live the way everyone else does.
One day at a time.
Looking toward the future...
One of the first things I said that day was, "I'm almost 30."
It doesn't bother me, not really. Thirty is just a number, like 11 or 23 or 59. I have no fear of suddenly being "old" when I pass that barrier. Sometimes it's a bit staggering, but mostly because I don't feel like I've been alive for nearly 30 years. And even (finally!) being a mom I still don't often feel like an adult.
The most recent "almost" hits me hard, though. Like a baseball bat to the stomach. As of Tuesday the Little Mister is 11 months old. Almost one. He will be a year old in less than a month.
I think my heart just stopped.My brain screams, Slow down!! Be my baby for a little longer!! Stop trying to walk, crawling is good enough for now. And I like to carry you, especially when you cuddle your face into my neck when you're sleepy. Can't we just stop the clock for a few hours a day, so we can just be Mommy and Baby and forget about this growing up nonsense?
And then, impossibly, my brain makes the exact opposite wish. Can't I just blink my eyes and have the next 14-ish months be over? It's not because I want the Sergeant home with me (which I do) or because it's hard to be a "single" mom (which it is)...it's because I want father and son to be together again. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
I guess, in the end, we have to live the way everyone else does.
One day at a time.
Looking toward the future...Monday, May 5, 2008
The World Still Turns..
When we last left off, Dragonfly was beginning life as a single mom while the Sergeant was beginning his second tour in the Middle East. The plan was to fight hysteria with busyness...
Dragonfly and the Little Mister certainly have been busy. Shelby (so named because she has a Mustang) and the Twins (who will eventually have nicknames...right now they are creatively called either "the Twins" or "Girl" and "Boy") kept them hopping, getting the Twins registered for school, driving to doctor appointments, the post office, the commissary, getting Shelby her license to drive in Germany, arranging for cable, internet and phone services, arranging for their things back in the States to be packed up and shipped here, doing some random driving-around-to-see-the-area, and finally, today, picking up Shelby's car. Whew.
They also had a princess birthday party (for a neighbor; the Little Mister was the only boy there, but he didn't seem to mind), a pirates and princesses party on post, an ice cream social at a park, and other random outings. The Little Mister had his first experience with grass (which he wasn't quite sure about), and dirt (which he met up close and personal with his forehead after falling about ten inches off a playground truck...and he didn't even care), and ice cream cones (not ice cream, but he sure enjoyed the cone!). In less than a month he went through a phase where he would only eat what he could feed himself, and then another phase where he would only eat things Dragonfly spoon-fed to him.
Dragonfly kept busy at home reading, and writing, and stitching (she likes to cross-stitch and is currently working on two large projects - one is 40,800 stitches and the other is 63,000 stitches). She did laundry, and dishes, and dusting. She did everything but think, and it was good. She even laughed.
And then she got sick.
Who gets the flu five months after getting a flu shot? And in May? Dragonfly, apparently. And it was the worst flu she's ever had. We won't go into details, but it wasn't pretty. She learned how hard it is to be a mom while fighting the flu. There were times she was so weak she couldn't even lift the Little Mister. He tried to help her out by offering his pacifier (but thankfully his aim isn't the greatest yet, since she didn't want to get him sick too!), which made her feel happy...but not healthy. She is finally feeling like herself, after many days of feeling like a mummy instead of a Mommy.
Meanwhile...
The Sergeant was in Kuwait, for training and getting acclimated to the heat and sand. And now he's in Iraq, where he'll be for awhile..
This has been my not-very-creative attempt at this week's Monday Mission: to write a post in the style of a soap opera update, starting with the words "When we last left off..." I figured an update was a good idea, since I haven't really posted in ages...
Dragonfly and the Little Mister certainly have been busy. Shelby (so named because she has a Mustang) and the Twins (who will eventually have nicknames...right now they are creatively called either "the Twins" or "Girl" and "Boy") kept them hopping, getting the Twins registered for school, driving to doctor appointments, the post office, the commissary, getting Shelby her license to drive in Germany, arranging for cable, internet and phone services, arranging for their things back in the States to be packed up and shipped here, doing some random driving-around-to-see-the-area, and finally, today, picking up Shelby's car. Whew.
They also had a princess birthday party (for a neighbor; the Little Mister was the only boy there, but he didn't seem to mind), a pirates and princesses party on post, an ice cream social at a park, and other random outings. The Little Mister had his first experience with grass (which he wasn't quite sure about), and dirt (which he met up close and personal with his forehead after falling about ten inches off a playground truck...and he didn't even care), and ice cream cones (not ice cream, but he sure enjoyed the cone!). In less than a month he went through a phase where he would only eat what he could feed himself, and then another phase where he would only eat things Dragonfly spoon-fed to him.
Dragonfly kept busy at home reading, and writing, and stitching (she likes to cross-stitch and is currently working on two large projects - one is 40,800 stitches and the other is 63,000 stitches). She did laundry, and dishes, and dusting. She did everything but think, and it was good. She even laughed.
And then she got sick.
Who gets the flu five months after getting a flu shot? And in May? Dragonfly, apparently. And it was the worst flu she's ever had. We won't go into details, but it wasn't pretty. She learned how hard it is to be a mom while fighting the flu. There were times she was so weak she couldn't even lift the Little Mister. He tried to help her out by offering his pacifier (but thankfully his aim isn't the greatest yet, since she didn't want to get him sick too!), which made her feel happy...but not healthy. She is finally feeling like herself, after many days of feeling like a mummy instead of a Mommy.
Meanwhile...
The Sergeant was in Kuwait, for training and getting acclimated to the heat and sand. And now he's in Iraq, where he'll be for awhile..
This has been my not-very-creative attempt at this week's Monday Mission: to write a post in the style of a soap opera update, starting with the words "When we last left off..." I figured an update was a good idea, since I haven't really posted in ages...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Sick
Yes, I have the flu. It's really beating me up...and it irritates me because I actually got a flu shot!
My little guy thinks he knows how to make Mommy feel better...this afternoon he kept trying to put his pacifier in my mouth. He's never done that before. Apparently I never needed it before. :)
Hope to be back soon with something more substantial to say than "I'm sick." For now, however, I'm off to bed. I can't remember the last time I went to bed at 7:30!
My little guy thinks he knows how to make Mommy feel better...this afternoon he kept trying to put his pacifier in my mouth. He's never done that before. Apparently I never needed it before. :)
Hope to be back soon with something more substantial to say than "I'm sick." For now, however, I'm off to bed. I can't remember the last time I went to bed at 7:30!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Who knew there was a pirate cuter than Orlando Bloom?
And yes, I'm talking about the little one.On post today there was a Pirates and Princesses party for all the kids. There wasn't much for the wee one (activities were geared toward kids 2-12) but the Little Mister had fun watching all the kids and seeing all the costumes and games and craziness. And besides, isn't he adorable? Makes me look forward to Halloween. Lots of Halloweens. And costumes worn just for fun!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Wordless Wednesday: the bearded baby
This is the picture I wanted to put at the end of yesterday's post...
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