Thursday, August 20, 2009

New Project

Everybody knows that Rob loves a Hawaiian shirt. But, I've told him it may be time to start the weed out process. Half of his closet is Hawaiian shirts! I love them too, but you can have too many :-)
Anyway, just before he left, he put three shirts aside that he could live without. So, when I saw THIS tutorial, I knew I had to repurpose his shirts! So, here's my newest creation...
(excuse the toothpaste on the wall that I didn't see until I looked at this picture...)
What is it, you ask...





Cute, huh?
**PS -- I wish I had a picture of Rob in the original shirt. I may keep looking and edit this post, if I can find one.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Josh-ism

disclaimer -- this is a gross one -- you have been warned.



Picture it: Josh just came into our living room ... doing the potty dance.

Me: Josh, do you need to pee?

J: No, I have to poop.

Me: Well, go to the bathroom.

J: Somebody has to turn on the thing.

Me: The light? It is light in there because of the light coming in the window.

J: No, the thing.

Me (getting up to herd him that way...): What thing?

*I turn on the light*

J: No, the other thing.

Me: The fan?

J: Yes. Turn it on so I don't have to smell it.

:-)

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Another movie

The girls watching their hula video -- my favorite part is in the beginning when you can tell that the girl is telling them to bend their knee... then to smile. They do it at the same time :-)

Dancing Sam

I love watching a baby dance :-)

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Faithism

So... I've broken my toe. I'm pretty sure it's broken anyway. It is purple, swollen and lying slightly crooked.

But that's beside the point...

Picture it - me and my kids, walking out of the Child Development Center tonight. They wanted to run, but I reminded them that my foot hurt because of my toe.

Faith: Mama, which toe did you break?

Me: My pinky toe.

Faith: Oh, I couldn't remember if it was the pinky toe or the thumb toe.

Monday, August 10, 2009

A Military Wife

Post #2 of the day...

I thought this was TOO true not to post :-)

Each one may look different and each is wonderfully unique,
But this they have in common:

Lots of moving...
Moving...
Moving...
Moving far from home...
Moving two cars, three kids and one dog...all riding with HER of course.
Moving sofas to basements because they won't go in THIS house;
Moving curtains that won't fit;
Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.
Moving away from friends;
Moving toward new friends;
Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.

Often waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting for housing.
Waiting for orders.
Waiting for deployments.
Waiting for phone calls.
Waiting for reunions.
Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.
Waiting for him to come home,
For dinner...AGAIN!

They call her 'Military Dependent',
but she knows better:She is fiercely In-Dependent.
She can balance a check book;
Handle the yard work;
Fix a noisy toilet;
Bury the family pet...

She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.
She can file the taxes;
Sell a house;
Buy a car;
Or set up a move........
all with ONE Power of Attorney.

She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her.
She reinvents her career with every PCS;
Locates a house in the desert,
The Arctic,
Or the deep south.
And learns to call them all 'home'.
She MAKES them all home.

Military Wives are somewhat hasty...
They leap into:
Decorating,
Leadership,
Volunteering,
Career alternatives,
Churches,
And friendships.

They don't have 15 years to get to know people.
Their roots are short but flexible.
They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.
Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:
They connect over coffee,
Rely on the spouse network,
Accept offers of friendship and favors.
Record addresses in pencil...

Military Wives have a common bond:
The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands;
his commitment is unique.
He doesn't have a 'JOB'
He has a 'MISSION' that he can't just decide to quit...
He's on-call for his country 24/7.
But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town!

His language is foreign
TDY
PCS
OPR
SOS
ACC
BDU
ACU
BAR
CIB
TAD
And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.
She is the long- distance link to keep them informed;
the glue that holds them together.

A Military Wife has her moments:
She wants to wring his neck;
Dye his uniform pink;
Refuse to move to Siberia;
But she pulls herself together.
Give her a few days,
A travel brochure,
A long hot bath,
A pledge to the flag,
A wedding picture,
And she goes.
She packs.
She moves.
She follows.

Why?
What for?
How come?
You may think it is because she has lost her mind.
But actually it is because she has lost her heart .
It was stolen from her by a man,
Who puts duty first,
Who longs to deploy,
Who salutes the flag,
And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband,
She will remain his military wife.
And would have it no other way.

--Author Unknown

WELCOME HOME 3ESC!!

Today, the 3ESC came home from a 15 month deployment to Iraq. Out of our neighborhood, five daddies came home. What a great day for their families.

It is very weird to think that these families -- who I have been getting to know for the past 14-1/2 months since we moved in here -- actually have another family member! I have never met any of the daddies -- and that is just kind of strange to think about.

I had all intentions of going to the welcoming home ceremony today, but it was during a time that I had to be home to get the girls off of the bus. SO... the kids taped welcome home banners to their bikes and waited at the entrance to our neighborhood - to welcome our new neighbors home. And to say we are proud of their service and glad they are all home.








I must admit -- I am a bit jealous :-(