Big packing brain fart.

At the rate that I'm not packing for my trip that we leave for in like 30 hours you would think...well I don't know what you'd think. I keep thinking about packing but the things I think of packing I still need to function. And the stuff I don't, I can't think of what they are. So I sit in front of the two huge suitcases and stare at them. I just emptied out my purse so I can load it up with toys and snacks for my kids. Except apparently I've never met my kids and can't think of a single toy that they would want to play with. Groan. So instead I grabbed some chocolate and sat down. So productive.

Chocolate chunks will be the death of me.

In four days I'm going to fly by myself with my 2 1/2 year old and my 10 month old. I'm getting scared. Especially when I just read that HRJ has to sit in his carseat, which means I have to some how figure out how to get said carseat to the gate along with the two H's and our carry on luggage. Groooan. It will be nice to have him strapped down in his seat during the flight. I won't have to argue with him to stay seated and buckled in if there's turbulance and when we're about to land and he's angtsy. But that thing is heaaaaaaaaavy. Maybe I can flag down a wheelchair person and they can wheel the carseat through the terminal. Please someone take pity on me.

We looked at a home to rent yesterday and I got scared. Like really scared. You would think that I had lived on a secure military base my entire life. It's like I've become terrified of the what if's of living off base. Hello, Debbi you've lived in the civillian world for 26 1/2 years. Get over it. I don't even like living here. Our neighbors are rude. We're out in BFE among many other things. I do like our flowers that are blooming so pretty right now. I worry that the next people who live here won't care and they will die a sad death during this hot summer. We won't be moving into that house though. The owner didn't want to hold it for us until our lease is up next month. PLUS and plus there were NO fans in the house. What? This is Texas. It was 92 degrees today. We need fans. On to stalking more property managers to get the good houses in the good areas at a great deal.

I'm randomly chatty tonight. My husband's at poker and I have to clean the kitchen. I blame the 1/2 bag of chocolate chunks for making me sit at this computer and not get up.

Have I mentioned how much I love and adore my family. Sigh. I do.

Maybe I'll get back into this blogging thing. If I do though, I will be doing it for me.

Came back and then left.

So three Mondays ago my husband came home and asked me what I was doing on Wednesday. Nothing, I replied, why? Because I'm having a surgery. You are?
You see my husband has been thinking about becoming a woman lately and he's finally going to go No. I'm kidding. He had a hernia that was going to be repaired. He's doing well now even though he's still considering that woman thing... healing from this has been hard and painful for him. It's hard to see your love in agony, that's for sure. So, that's where I've been for three weeks. Finally when I got back on the bandwagon of blogging, I became a single mother of three and lost my energy. I don't know how you single moms do it. Cause, dang every night I was SO tired after cleaning, cooking, bathing, playing, feeding, carrying, chaufering, nursing..in the feeding way and the pill giving to the hubs way, among other things. I couldn't think of even turning on the computer. I didn't realize how much I depend on my redhead on a daily basis. My man starts back at work tomorrow. I'm going to miss him here all day but at least we can get back to our routine. Hopefully life won't throw me any more curveballs...even though I'm sure it will.

Like that 80's song about obsession (FYI I'm about to use that word alot)

I have a new obsessesion. And when I say obsessesion, I mean O.B.S.E.S.S.E.S.I.O.N.

I can't help it. The cuteness has gotten me. It's so bad that I ignored my hungry stomach, let my son watch a movie in the middle of the day and my baby girl take a really long nap on my visiting madre, rather then on me.

You see, I learned how to make bows, yesterday. Like little bows that I can put on a headband and accessorise my sweet baby girl's beautiful head with. Yesterday I made three. Today I sat down and made eleven. Eleven brightly colored, animal printed, polka doted adorable bows! All adorned with jewels and buttons and cute little flowers. I was downright giddy as I sat at the table listening to 90's music, cutting one ribbon after another with new ideas flooding my mind. That qualifies as obsessed right? When I was done, I brought out all of Miss H's clothes and tried to match a bow to each piece. P.S. I'm loving having a little girl! I realized though that she has a lot of yellow, brown and a kind of kelly green in her wardrobe. And I don't have any ribbon to match. Travesty. Sooooo I'm heading to the fabric store tomorrow. Because my girl needs to have a bow to match everything. Right? Right.

My little model and her Daddy

Next up? I need to learn to make those little curly bows! And figure out somewhere to store all of this cuteness.

It's coming down the track

Do you hear that train?

It's red, blue and yellow and every time a sweet little boy sees it he yells out,

 "CHOO CHOO! WOO WOOOO!"

It just makes a Momma's heart skip a beat. That cramp in my right hand from pipping all that icing is SO worth it!

My baby is turning two on Tuesday. How did that happen? Tomorrow's his birthday party. We will have 9 kids plus their parents descending on us for dinner and tons of fun. I'm really looking forward to it, but most of all I can't wait for him to come downstairs after his nap and see the house all decorated just for him.

Just pretend this is one of those pretty Papyrus cards.

This is for my friend back in California. My friend who we had to leave behind when we moved away. My friend who is an absolutely wonderful mother and an amazing friend. The sacrifices and hard work she is doing right now to reach her goals and keep and continue making her babies lives amazing, is amazing. I wish I could give her a hug right now. I wish that I could walk around Target with her and sit and get pedicures with her. Then maybe neither of us would be lonely.

She always makes me feel so good about myself. Her compliments and positive attitude toward/about whatever I"m doing, lift me up. I still haven't found someone like her out here in Texas and I don't think I ever will. I wish that I could make her feel as good about herself as she does I, because she is an awesome person. Her babies are so sweet and so smart and that is because of her! As a friend I could go on and on. I mean she came to my wedding over an hour from her house, THREE days after giving birth! She was there to support me and the hubs the whole time he was deployed in that far away land. And she's been here for me while I go through a difficult time in my life...even while she's doing the same. Only the very best people would think and care about others the way she does.

I'm lucky to have her in my life as is anyone that has ever met her.

Now go out and infiltrate that circle of friends, you deserve to have fun. Continue being strong and proud of who you are!

Love you!

The moment I realized I could do it.

Take care of two kids all day by myself, that is.

*If you missed my announcement yesterday of the birth of my baby girl, go here.

I was nursing Miss H on our front porch while HRJ was playing in the yard. All of a sudden he starts to scream and I look up to see him standing on an ant hill. I could see the evil, mean, bitting ants swarming his legs. I jumped up, ran over to him, lifted him off of it. Ran to the tangled up hose, pulled it over to him and started spraying off his legs.

All while my boob hung out for all the world to see and Miss H was craddled in my arm.

When HRJ was ant free and I was back nursing Miss H on the porch I did an inner cheerleading splits in the air thingy and mentally high fived myself. I can do this!