Sgt and Mrs Hub

Miss you!

2009-03-25T22:56:00.003-05:00

I'm exclusively posting over at my new home: sgtandmrshub.com

Exclusively posting besides this one.... ahem.

New Blog

2009-03-24T17:00:00.002-05:00

Okay... it's not quite done. There are a few things still needing to be worked out but I did post my iHeartFaces entry over there today.

So, come on over to my very own, new home. It's simple, with no fuss whatsoever, and just how I like it.

www.sgtandmrshub.com

Bear with me during the transition, won't you? If you subscribe to my feed, please do update it. There's a tab at the top of my page!

FYI

2009-03-23T16:02:00.002-05:00

My blog might start to look a little bit funky... The transition from this blog to the new one has begun.

I'm excited but you know, I really have issues with change.

And yet, here I am, a military wife.

The things that make you go "Hmmmmm...."

A Startling Development

2009-03-22T14:01:00.006-05:00

We've had quite the development here at our house....

It's surreal to me that I have a child old enough to be losing teeth. The tooth fairy was good to her though I doubt she'll ever spend the coins. She called them her "special money." Nobody, more specifically, her kid brother, is allowed to touch them.

I love that she wrote out her name with a little "v" in the middle. That's my favorite way of writing her name. I didn't think she had ever noticed...

She's my Little Mama

2009-03-19T22:01:00.005-05:00

Eliza's new thing is running around in her towel after her bath. And by running I mean a stiff-legged, booty sticking wa-ay-ay out, trot. She slays me.

I love after-bath babies. Incredibly soft, and breathe deep sweet smelling.

Tuesday Recipe?

2009-03-19T15:13:00.003-05:00

Is there any interest in a resurgence of my "Tuesday Recipe?" I think I am up for the challenge if you all want me to bring it back.

By the way, I am getting myself a brand spankin' new website that includes a recipes tab (YAY!).

Anyways, let me know!

Houston... We've Got A Problem.

2009-03-17T10:58:00.002-05:00

Things were going along swimmingly. Cute outfit, flowers in hand, sitting in a suitcase with a mirror, old-school bow in the hair...

And then the bottom fell out. Or should I say, the top fell down...

Mama swept in and lifted the lid. But, she totally bailed.

I was given strict instructions to go torture someone else. And so I did.

iHeartFaces: Green

2009-03-16T10:40:00.009-05:00

Eve was out and about last Sunday afternoon, taking advantage of the gorgeous weather. Her cute little nose was sniffing all sorts of fresh spring flowers! Apparently this particular flowering pear tree didn't smell so good to her. Ha!

Join in the fun over at I ♥ Faces! The theme is "Green" and the contest will close Tuesday night.

A Little Mommy Dearest Advice

2009-03-15T07:00:00.001-05:00

Dear Eliza,

A little advice...

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose.

But, you can't pick your friend's nose.

Love you,

xoxo Mama

Baby Bonnets

2009-03-13T21:49:00.004-05:00

A couple of you asked about the bonnet Eliza was wearing in the pictures from the other day. I actually bought hers at a second hand store in Vermont for a dollar.

But don't despair! I did a little digging, along with my friend Kim, and we found a couple great resources for sweet baby bonnets.

Just to let you know, I did check out Etsy first but found zip in the way of Eliza's type of bonnet. Bummer. I like supporting other moms.

I kept on looking...

Here is one I found that has a bunch of beautiful, feminine, cotton bonnets. My favorite is the puff crown; I just love that shade of pink.

Another place Kim found is here. Honestly, I love every one of the bonnets on this web page. I would put any of them on Eliza and call it fantastic.

I hope this helps because there really is nothing cuter on a baby girl than a bonnet. See for yourself...

Sick but Glam!

2009-03-13T13:43:00.004-05:00

The bug caught up with Eve last night. Bless her heart, she is miserable. But you certainly wouldn't know it by looking at her. Earrings, bracelet, sparkly mini skirt, barrette, coordinating tights... She's decked out in a typical outfit.

Eve has her own sense of fashion and one of her rules is:

"Just because I feel like crap doesn't mean I have to look like crap."

(Okay, I paraphrased.)

Eve is 100 percent wardrobe conscience at all times. Even when vomiting.

I hope that someday she finds a man that celebrates this fantastic part of who she is...

Loved to Death

2009-03-11T23:39:00.004-05:00

Eve knew, from the first time her eyes gazed upon all the sparkly shoes sitting on the shelf, which color was "the one" for her.

Red.

She's loved them ever since that moment. Loved them to death.

I can't pry them from her. Not that I've tried. I've come to the point in my mothering career where I've learned to let some things go. And that includes Eve wearing these shoes in public.

They make her happy. She loves them. And I love her.

I wish I could buy her a new pair but I don't live near the Target where we bought them at. Or any Target for that matter. And I haven't seen shoes similar to hers around here. Shopping is very, well, limited in this town. So, she wears them and it's okay.

Maybe not classy but it's okay.

And hey, at least we know we didn't waste our money.

Little Miss Serious

2009-03-11T00:17:00.003-05:00

Eliza Dove has been sick.

Sick, sick, sick.

I hate it when my babies get sick. My heart breaks for them.

Eliza is a trooper, though. She tried her best to flash us a smile every now and then. She tried to eat. She didn't cry too much when she would throw-up. But the baths... the million and one baths she had to endure.... they got to her.

Eliza has issues with running water. And by issues, I mean, she hates it. Poor thing, when she would throw-up she would inevitably end up with it all over her body. In that instance, the drawing of a luxurious bath was not forefront in my mind. So, into the bath she would go, running water and all.

And then the screaming would ensue. Believe me when I say, it was as torturous for me as it was for her.

Little 'Liza-Lu started to perk up a bit yesterday after her afternoon nap. I was happy to see her face break into that sunshiny smile I love so much. She even belly laughed last night while I was getting her dressed into some pajamas.

The serious face that she sports while sick is a thing of the past. And I am so glad! I sure was missing my sunshine girl.

But now... Judah is complaining of his tummy.

Summer... HURRY UP!

P.S....

Here's a little live Eliza for you... Beware, the high five at the end may slay you with it's cuteness!

Guest Post!

2009-03-10T10:38:00.004-05:00

I am guest posting over at Sandy's place today! If you know her, you love her. Besides having an amazing heart, Sandy's blog is THE place to go for creative entertaining ideas.

Head over to 4 Reluctant Entertainers and explore!

You'll find a new, fantastic blog to read, I promise!

Another Green Suitcase

2009-03-08T22:07:00.002-05:00

Look...

I found another green suitcase at the thrift store. This one is extra fancy because it has a mirror.

Perfect for my extra fancy girl.

(The first green suitcase)

Judah and Daddy's Boots

2009-03-06T11:03:00.004-06:00

Is there anything quite so tender as a little boy wearing his Daddy's desert boots?

Okay, okay. Newborn babies kind of own the tender title but still, tell me this doesn't tug at your heartstrings....

If that doesn't, well, then how about this...

If you're a really tough old bird and I can't pull on your heartstrings, how about if I make you laugh instead...

Boys. They will always be highly entertained by disgusting smells...

Family Photos by Amanda

2009-03-03T21:27:00.002-06:00

Amanda from Amanda Slakes photography took our family photos when we were home over Christmas. Head over to her photography blog and check them out... there are LOTS!!

Andrea's Official Fashion Opinion

2009-03-03T14:43:00.007-06:00

Yeah right.

I am so officially NOT a fashionista as one can plainly see by my official fashion vocabulary. It consists mainly of two phrases:

Heck, yes. (totally wear this or something similar)

and

Heck, no. (Never in a million years/over my dead body)

But, I am a woman and I do enjoy fashion very much. I look at every fashion-y thing I can... I pore over my J.Crew magazines when they come in.... I love Anthropologie deeply, though I need to update my address so I can start getting the catalogues again. The online Anthropolgie has been my friend lately.
Between these two catalogues I always find way too many things I would love to call my very own. But, since I can't afford to buy much from either place (totally splurged on a pair of J.Crew jeans the other day!) I have to find ways to be fashion forward within our budget.

Enter thrift stores.

I heard that gasp, by the way.

Thrift stores are an excellent source for finding a few awesome pieces of clothing, especially now, what with the 80's totally making a resurgence. If you look and have an open mind there are great pieces of clothing you can find for teeny, tiny amounts of money. Fantastic shift dresses, scarves for belts... Little cardigans are back in style along with the longer cardigans; I have found some terrific, well made cardigans at thrift stores over the years. A tiny dark green one with jeweled buttons comes to mind quickly. And jewelry... long, somewhat gaudy necklaces whether pearls or flowers, or just plain gold are very in right now. Hello, thrift stores should be your first stop. They are FULL of this type of jewelry.

Anyways, today I did something I never... never ever thought I would find myself doing again in my entire life.

Are you ready for it?

I rolled my jeans.

Hello sixth grade! I'm baaack!

The scariest part was the art of rolling came back to me like nothing. Disturbing to say the least.

I saw it here, in the J.Crew catalogue, and thought... Hey! I can do that! I can be in style and have spent zero money!

So I did.

Should you want more of Andrea's Official Fashion Opinion you can visit my flickr page where there I shared a bit more of my (sometimes badly) marked up J.Crew catalogue. Just look on the right side of the page at the "sets" and click the one that is marked as AOFO.

But only look if you dare... it's very official.

Was my jean rolling a hit or miss?

iHeartFaces: Messy

2009-03-02T10:13:00.004-06:00

This is Judah. Judah and The Very Good, Very Messy Breakfast. Judah with The Smile That Melts Cold Hearts.

An impish grin, a little homemade yogurt, a little homemade granola, and some crusty boogies make for a happy and very messy boy.

If you would like to join in please visit I ♥ Faces! C'mon, don't be shy! You'll love it.

Love Note 2

2009-02-28T22:39:00.003-06:00

My love note leaver struck again...

This is one of my favorites. Definitely in the top five.

The love note leaver... he is my number one.

(Here is Love Note 1)

After-School Snack

2009-02-26T23:40:00.004-06:00

The after-school snack time is a much anticipated event around these parts. Eve starts her 20 questions about the after-school snack before school even starts for the day.

No pressure, Mama.

Sheesh.

Thankfully my children are easily satisfied. My favorite snack idea is popcorn. The kids love it and it never, ever becomes boring to them. I love popcorn because it is easy - throw a pot on the hot burner, dump in a little bit of oil, kernels in, wait for a pop, top on and away we go! A little melted butter, a little salt.. viola! Snack is served.

About a month ago I took some pictures of Eve and Judah inhaling their afternoon snack of popcorn. I love their interactions with each other - well, the non-screaming ones.

Who knew having kids could be this fun!

Can you help me out? Tell me in comments - what was (or is!) your favorite after-school snack?

This mama needs some fresh ideas thrown her way!

Looking so sweet. So innocent. Hangin' out like buddies...

And then the lesson starts: How to eat popcorn, by Eve...

Lesson two: How to steal popcorn, by Judah...

Lesson three: How to avoid having your popcorn stolen, by Eve

A Tiny Wannabe

2009-02-25T22:43:00.002-06:00

I very often find my little Eliza Dove standing at the door or the window, on her tippy toes, just trying to see what the big kids are doing outside.

Oh, she wants to be out there so bad!

Seeing her like that really tugs at my heartstrings. Her longing to be with "her" kids, as we call them, is so deep.

Someday, baby girl. Someday you'll be a big kid too.

Screw The Vacuuming

2009-02-24T21:39:00.011-06:00

There was a lot I needed to be doing this morning. And none of it included sitting on my friend's back porch chatting the day away. I needed to be putting a load of mediums in the wash and folding the two load of clean clothes that have been taunting me for the past 24 hours. I needed to be unloading the dishwasher and loading it back up; vacuuming my floor, making my bed... On and on the goes the list.

Instead, I ignored my chores and sashayed on down the sidewalk. I sat with my friend on her back porch, both of us with a baby on our lap, watching our kids play together.

We talked. Talked about the state of our breasts (or lack thereof) post-children. And laughed. Laughed about stuff our kids do and say. And felt sad. Sad because we are both staring down deployments. And navigated. Navigated through the pros and cons of staying here or going home during a deployment.

And then we kept right on talking... We talked about how great our respective husbands are; how much they love their motorcycles and the Air Force. We talked about our neighborhood, where the best thrift stores are, the pros and cons of a tummy tuck, which is the "better" Walmart in town; about how she keeps her house smelling fantastic; and, most importantly, where one finds a canopy for a bed.

Or, in other words... the crucial stuff of life.

Of course we occasionally chided our children; I saved Eliza from consuming whole pieces of sidewalk chalk; she picked up a thrown Elmo toy from the ground twenty-seven thousand times.

It was great. And I didn't even think about how much I had to do at home. Or worry that I would regret the time spent sitting in a lawn chair talking with a friend.

Yes, I came home to a messy house; I had hungry kids to feed and nap time was only 15 minutes away. But I couldn't have cared less.

I needed that time. I needed to laugh and talk and just be a friend.

Why don't I do this more often? Why do I let my routine and my chores and my agenda become blinders to building relationships?

My new motto: Relationships first. Vacuuming second.

On second thought, screw the vacuuming.

I ♥ Faces: Kids

2009-02-24T21:08:00.003-06:00

I am joining in on this weeks photography contest at:

I have been wanting to join in for awhile but kept forgetting!

This week's theme is B&W and is judged by Kricia Morris:

My little Miss Eliza Dove.... This photo was taken this past Christmas Eve, her first birthday. Apparently she was in a very reflective mood. Looking back on her first year of life, perhaps?

Should you have the burning desire to join in, head on over to iHeartFaces. There is a different theme and judge every week!

Mama Loves Her Little Pebbles

2009-02-23T17:23:00.006-06:00

Sometimes, life as Pebbles is great!

Sometimes, you've heard: "Oh, Pebbles! You are soooo CUTE!" one too many times. And you just want to hide.

And then sometimes... life as Pebbles is just plain tough.

And kind of wild.

And crazy.

But it's okay because you know that no matter what... Mama will always love her little Pebbles.

Sunday Morning Breakfast at the Hubs

2009-02-22T22:14:00.005-06:00

Farm eggs... a beautiful, cherished gift from my friend who is also my neighbor and fellow fan of eating a fresh egg.

A little bit of fresh basil... a little bit of fresh Romano cheese

... along with some (real) salt made a beautiful and delicious mess of scrambled eggs.

Fresh, cut-up fruit on a pretty white platter...

Alongside roasted apples sprinkled with cinnamon, ginger, cloves, nutmeg, drizzled with honey and patted with butter.

There was also some french toast left over from Saturday morning's breakfast for my little gaggle of carb lovers.

What a breakfast, what a good start to this beautiful day.

Swing Judah, Swing.

2009-02-22T01:01:00.006-06:00

Judah loves to swing. Not that he always has, in fact, he passionately hated the baby swing. Many winter evenings in Vermont found me hauling that old swing into my tiny kitchen, gently placing my swaddled baby boy in it, cranking it and cranking it again, and then rushing to make dinner while he wailed away in the swing.

Not my idea of a good time.

Somehow those memories of the (blessedly short) time spent in the torturous baby swing have not followed Judah, because now that boy of mine loves to swing. Whenever we go to any playground he makes a beeline for the swings. Who cares about the great twirly slide, the plethora of fun rocks under his feet, or the climbing wall!

Bring on the swing, baby!

We brought the swings we had hanging from the big maple tree in the front yard of our little red house in Vermont, to our new house here in New Mexico. Daddy hung them and they are used daily. I would hazard a guess that if I threw Judah a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every now and then, throughout the day, he would be perfectly happy to leave his tush parked in that swing all day long.

And while Judah may be perfectly content to swing all day long, he is never content with the speed or height in which I push him. He always wants FASTER! And HIGHER!

One of my most favorite things is hearing Judah exclaim that he is "almost touching the stars, Mama!" I wish he would always be well satisfied with just a little green swing.

Swing away, Judah. Swing away.

Winter... kind of.

2009-02-20T20:46:00.006-06:00

While I was on my non-volunteer blogging hiatus we had a little bit of winter. For like six hours. It was cold, there were flurries, and it was generally gross out.

But after the weather was done having it's tantrum we were left with beautiful, snow crusted everything. Absolute gorgeousness. I certainly didn't feel like I was in Vermont but it was rather refreshing to see white instead of brown, brown, brown.

Quite a change from the past twenty-seven years of my life; I have never experienced a winter that was any less than six months of cold, and snow, and white everywhere. When Daniel and I were newlyweds living in Anchorage Alaska, it snowed - like a couple feet of snow - the first week of October. When we left Alaska for North Dakota in May... there was still snow everywhere.

Oh, that was torture.

To be here, in New Mexico during the winter, has been a great change. And relief even among the brown! Today was 70 degrees; it was windy as all get out but still, how can I not be thankful for a beautiful warm day? And the amount of sunshine, all winter long, has been overwhelming.

As of today my beloved rose bushes have beautiful newborn leaves and many of the trees have buds... spring is well on it's way!

But, I find that I have a strong affection for that small day of winter. It reminded me of how much I have to be thankful for.

Giggling Eliza

2009-02-19T11:38:00.002-06:00

Because I never want to forget her laugh. Or her snort. Or the way her chubby chin felt when I was kissing it.

I know, I know. It's boring to look at a white wall. But it was either the white wall or me making a fool of myself. Since I was in charge of the Flip, I chose the white wall.

Believe me, you should be thankful.

Of Butterflies and Flowers

2009-02-18T22:02:00.008-06:00

I have two little girls who are truly very feminine; they love pretty, sparkly, beautiful things. They are immediately attracted to anything that says: GIRL.

Eliza has been a baby doll fanatic since she was nine months old.

This is Eliza and her "Nonie." Oh, how she adores her Nonie who is actually named Honey but baby girl can't say Honey, therefore she says "Nonie." And so do we.

It's amazing to me but I see tell tale signs that Eliza may surpass Eve in her "girlishness," if that is even possible.

And I think it is. After all, a mother, well, she knows these things.

Time will tell. Eliza has a good role model...

Eve has a cloud of perfume that hovers over her body constantly; overall she is very meticulous about her grooming. In essence, Eve is the perfect little woman.

This weekend we moved Eve into Judah's room. She's now the proud owner of the top bunk. The two of them are so happy to be sleeping in the same room; it's hard for me to understand because as the only girl I always had my own room. And, quite frankly, I never wanted to share a room with my brothers.

In an effort to keep some of the uniqueness of being a girl while sharing a room with a boy, Daniel and I decorated the area of the top bunk. Eve's special pictures, her name spelled out with wooden letters, and a few bright butterflies and flowers hang from the ceiling above her bed.

Daniel and I also filled Eliza's room with these sweet, sparkly, perfectly girly little creations. At under 3 dollars each with an added 30 percent off, how could I go wrong. The hanging butterflies, Chinese lanterns, and flowers all add such a lovely whimsical feel to my baby girl's room. Eliza loves her new decorations; she stares and stares, watching the bright colors of orange and green, pink and purple twirl in the breezes that come from her windows. And I love them because it finally feels like I did something right in the decorating department.

Getting A New Laptop...

2009-02-17T23:50:00.006-06:00

is akin to a having a new baby. The end product just isn't as cute.

So, I got my new laptop today. I named her "Sweet Girl." This is quite a step up as I had named our other computer "Stupid Thing." Oh yes I did. Because that was what I was always calling it. I never quite understood why it couldn't read my mind.

Oh, I love her. My Sweet Girl. She's not a Mac book but I don't mind a bit. It just didn't make sense to buy one seeing as I already had Photoshop for Windows. It kind of felt like I would have been throwing money away because a Mac book would have rendered my CS3 useless. I would have had to spend more money to buy the Mac version of CS3. You know?
So, here I stand (sit) with my shiny new laptop and I kind of felt like I just went through labor and was handed a beautiful new baby. So excited...! Let's get this thing started! And then reality strikes.... the baby cries. Oh yeah... I have to start from scratch. Ugh. How do you work this thing? Okay, deep breath...download files, upload files, figure out what the heck went wrong....

But, we're in business now. It only took four hours, one small squabble, a phone call to Amanda, and a tiny bit of hair pulling to get us here.

Aahhhh.

I had been dying a slow painful death without my pictures to mess around with, my camera card has been full for ages, and I felt painfully aware of my lack of a creative outlet.

Even making this cake couldn't help. Probably because I can't create a beautiful cake to save my life. Though I did give it a good effort with my very limited time frame and cake decorating capabilities. Thankfully I was able to fulfill the requirements stated to me by a certain five year old female... it must have sprinkles.

This Red Velvet cake was for the Valentine's Day party Eve's kindergarten class held on Thursday... those five year olds pretty much thought I hung the moon. Phew. They can be a tough crowd, you know.
Apparently it tasted amazing; people I didn't even know were coming in to get a slice. Word traveled fast. What I do know is the chocolate buttercream frosting and I had a passionate love affair going on.

Back to my laptop angst... I semi-faithfully continued to bring my camera with me; taking pictures, deleting pictures so I could take more pictures, crossing my fingers and hoping I wasn't deleting something like this

I still have some work to do transferring files from my little white laptop to my girl. But I am so happy. So very, very happy. Though, I must admit, it feels silly to be this happy about a hunk of plastic and metal.

You know what... you can just call me silly.

Military Topic: Kindess

2009-02-12T16:32:00.008-06:00

It seems to me that there are three kinds of attitudes that come from the non-military people in this country. There are the ones who are anti-military even down to hating the actual military members (hello, 99% of Vermont?), the ones who are apathetic or even those who may voice support for the military but never act on it, and the ones who are all out supportive, kind, and sold out patriotic.

Today I want to focus on the third group - the kind supporters of our country's military. I want to hear some stories from my fellow military spouses (or members) about the kindness(s) shown to you by civilians. I want to hear all about the support and love you have been given.

I have two reasons for this. One is that it is a huge encouragement to hear about these kind of stories. And two, it may very well give some great ideas to the civilians reading this post about how they can help a military family or member out. I think a lot of civilians truly desire to lend support they just don't know how.

I will lead off...

I am a practical person by nature. I love practical things. So when my friend Sam (Tarrah's husband) offered to take my garbage to the landfill for me every week that Daniel was deployed, I took him up on his offer. What a gift! I know it wasn't a fun job for him ( I remember something that had to do with raw chicken juice and the trunk of his Jetta - eww!) but he did it faithfully and I greatly appreciated it. He also came over and changed my blown out light bulbs and let me know help was only a phone call away.

I also had some older friends who would come over once or twice a month and either watch my kids at my house or take them along when they went grocery shopping. I was desperate for a break so those few hours of peace every once in awhile kept my sanity somewhat in place. These same friends of mine also made a concerted effort to involve me in their family activities. That was huge to me. It felt so good to be part of a family again.

Now, it's your turn! Tell me and all my readers your stories of your experiences with wonderful acts of kindness. I'm excited...

See ya in comments!!

Oh, there was an interesting and (possibly) touchy subject raised in the Misconceptions post. It was comment number 26 and the question was asked by Jennifer...

Good Morning, Sunshine!

2009-02-10T03:56:00.003-06:00

Well, let me be the first to say: Good Morning!

It's 2:57 on Tuesday morning. Here I am all dressed and ready to go to the airport. We are taking my mother in law to Albuquerque so she can catch her flight back home today.

We are hauling the kids out of bed (with the hopes that they fall back to sleep) so we can spend a fun day in Albuquerque. We are headed to the aquarium and some other stores. I am excited! It's so nice to have Daniel to drive and navigate and generally be in charge.

I am off but I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Military Misconceptions And Questions

2009-02-06T14:36:00.003-06:00

*****This is a sticky post so scroll down for my regular posts!

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**Who is going to tackle this question by Anonymous, left in comments on the Misconceptions and Conception post??

The question is this: "Why do people enlist in the armed forces knowing that they will almost certainly go to fight a war?"

I'm going to have Daniel give his answer once he is back home from his TDY in which he was preparing for his turn in fighting a war....

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Misconceptions about the life of those in the military.....

Where to begin?

I'll start with the one that bothered me the most. And this one isn't an 'across the board' misconception. This one is directly related to Recruiters.

The misconception was that Daniel, as a Recruiter, received a bonus or commission on each person he enlisted in the Air Force.

Not true. It would have been awesome had it been true, believe me! He put a LOT of people in the Air Force within those four years.

We did, however, receive a special duty pay of 450 dollars each month. It is the highest you can receive as his job was deemed among the hardest. Funny thing is that the cost of living was so extravagant in Burlington, Vermont that that 450 dollars kept our heads just above water. And for that I am thankful. But, let me just tell you, money will never replace having a husband or a father at home. Never.

Another misconception I have found, and it was touched upon in an earlier post, is that the men and woman who enter the military do so out of desperation or because they are ignorant.

Daniel received a 98 for an ASVAB score; he has three associates degrees, and is thisclose to his Bachelors. He is wicked smart. His decision to enter the military was well thought out.

We don't receive any extra money for each child we have. Every deployed member doesn't end up with PTSD. Deployments are not always forced, some volunteer to go (Daniel did this). Pity is not what we want from you when our husbands are deployed; we just want your help and care. We make very little money but we have wonderful benefits.

There is so much misinformation out there. It makes me sad.

C'mon military spouses/members help me out. Bring the misconceptions you have been faced with.

Civilians, bring your questions! Anything and everything. Like I said before, nothing is going to be looked upon as stupid.

I am going to leave this up at the top for a little while so that we can have some good discussions.

**Please visit this post's comments: Misconceptions and Conception for a lot of discussion that has already taken place.

Random Bits of Uninteresting Information

2009-02-04T20:25:00.007-06:00

So, my laptop is dead. As in: D E A D.

I put the new battery in last night and it worked great. I was excited but very suspicious. Having a working laptop again couldn't possibly be that easy. Well, it worked again this morning but only for a bit. And then it shut off and it is not turning back on no matter what.

I am so over not having a laptop. I shot Daniel an angry text this afternoon that said something along the lines of: I am buying a new laptop TODAY. And don't even TRY to stop me.

Mature, huh.

But, I didn't buy one. Daniel (the levelheaded and mature one in our relationship) called me and convinced me to wait until he is back home and can have a look at our options. You know what that means though... more waiting. And I hate waiting. I am dying to take pictures and edit them! I miss laying on my bed chilling with Photoshop.

In other not so interesting news... I made it to the airport fine-ish. I did miss my exit which caused a bit of excitement for "Crazy." I think she was feeling bored so my mistake was great fun for her. And then, my mother-in-law's plane came in 20 minutes early! That would have been totally awesome if I had been there. Instead I was being chastised by "Crazy" on some random highway in Albuquerque. I was cool as a cucumber, as I am sure you can imagine.

Tomorrow I am taking Judah to the dentist for a cleaning. I am terribly worried about his front right tooth. It is brown and gray-ish from when he fell on his face back in August. I really want to know what is going on with his tooth. Hopefully it will correct itself and the discoloration is just trauma. We shall see.

And... to wrap this random post up.... I am loving having my mother-in-law here! It's so nice to have an extra set of hands and eyes. The kids are thrilled to have her as a playmate and it's fun for me to be able to once again use big words in a conversation. And the gun I sleep with doesn't feel quite so needed when she is around. Though, the gun and I will still be spooning tonight.

I jest.

Okay, not really.

I'm going to go now....

P.S. Friday is the military questions day! Unless I decide to do it tomorrow, in which case Thursday would be the day.

I am simply here to keep you on your toes.

Bye!

Going to the ABQ!

2009-02-03T07:58:00.004-06:00

So, I'm driving to Albuquerque today. By myself and two of my three kids.

Enter slight panic attack.

It's not the two kids thing that scares me. Or the long hours in the car. It's the city driving.

I'm a country girl; you give me country roads or even small town roads and I am just fine. I can find a short cut, remember the zigging and the zagging like nobody's business. But the city? I'm a wreck. I get flustered and confused. Those big green signs... they scare me.

Thankfully I have "Crazy" with me, our GPS. But, I'm not even sure if she's going to be able to save me today. She is, after all, named after her chief character trait: Crazy.

You'll pray for me, right? Believe me, I am going to be needing them. I'd really like to keep my van within the state of New Mexico and not end up in Oklahoma or Arizona because I got lost; I'd really like to quickly find the airport and be able to pick my mother in law up, on time. I'm quite certain she'd appreciate that too. And, I'd like to be able to make it back home before midnight.

I get so nervous before doing stuff like this, stuff that is so entirely out of my comfort zone. But, I put on my big girl panties and I tell myself: you just have to do it. There is no other way.

And, usually, I am able to defeat my fear! I'd like today to be another victory. And it ought to be because I matched my big girl panties with my bra. I've got to get some extra points for that! Right?

I'll see you on the other side of today!

Let The Games Begin!

2009-02-02T00:15:00.009-06:00

Last night was a monumental night. Last night marked the first time Eve has had a sleepover at our house.

I know.

She's five.

But, why would I want to keep something so very fun and exciting from her because she's only five.

I say: Let the games begin!

And, I figure, if we start young and lay the foundation of a what makes a sleepover great... maybe, just maybe, we'll have many, many more excellent sleepover experiences in the future.

I hope so, because I love them.

I'm really not sure who had more fun. Eve or me. I so enjoy my children. I love seeing them happy and having a ball.

There was dress up, and homemade pizza, dancing, laughter, and tickling. The girls had a sucker and watched part of "Tinkerbell" after Judah went to bed (poor Judah)(his time will come).

And even with all this fun, they were fast asleep by 8:30. I just love five year olds. They were up at 6:30 but we won't mention that or how Eve's friend remarked numerous times about how tired I looked. It was the honest truth. And just exemplified another reason why I love five year olds. They are so honest.

The girls had mercy on me; they quietly played Polly Pockets together until 7:30.

Praise God for allowing Mama to get more sleep.

A delicious breakfast and some more play time was the perfect way to cap off the sleepover.

The cherry on top was finding out that Judah makes a fantastic dinosaur and the girls perfect dinosaur food. Mmm Mmm Mmmmmm.....! Can't you just hear the screaming of two five year old girls being chased around the house by a hungry dinosaur?!

My camera shutter captured two little girls having the time of their life. Too bad my camera couldn't capture the smile in my heart.

I love creating wonderful memories with my children.

Misconceptions and Conception

2009-01-30T20:42:00.013-06:00

I've decided that next week I am going to open up the blog (in the comment section) and have a conversation about the misconceptions we military spouses find civilians have with the military lifestyle. I find that this conversation can sometimes be awkward and not very much fun but I think it is much needed.

So, you military wives, I want you to come back loaded next week. Loaded with the misconceptions you have run into about the life we live.
But I don't just want the misconceptions, I want the truth tagged onto it. It can be extremely frustrating to be so misunderstood so this is a good chance to get the correct information out and into a public forum.

And everyone else who is not in the military, bring your questions. We would LOVE to answer them. No question will be looked on as stupid. Nothing at all.

Ask anything you want because, believe me, we are a wealth of information and there is not much we like to do more than talk about being a military spouse.

It's important that there is an understanding on both sides as to what this crazy military life is really like.

I am looking forward to this conversation because I just know it will be extremely beneficial to all who participate. Whether it be for the civilians or the young woman marrying a military man... getting slammed with tons of new confusing information and feeling lost in a world of acronyms. They both need some answers!

I hate having to tag this on but I must. Please, everyone, be nice. Kindness is expected and required. If you are not, I will the delete the crap out of ya.

I know, not very nice of me, huh! I am low on my "crap" word count today. I needed to get my number up a bit. Forgive me.

And now, moving on to the subject of conception... I am in that spot. The spot where I want to have another baby. Now.
It's been like clockwork for 5 years... it always happens when the baby of the family is (almost) walking, I'm sleeping through the night, the memories of the difficulties associated with pregnancy/labor/post-partum have sufficiently faded, I'm a size 6 and that pregnant belly looks cute again... You know the tune.

Daniel and I have decided our family is complete but man... my hormones did not get the memo. I know a lot of you can understand those feelings.

Anyways, just had to get that off of my chest. And since we've talked about most everything else lately, I figured I was safe to talk about wanting another baby in my belly.

And with that thought, I am out of here.... Happy Friday, friends!

Musing from an imperfect military wife...

2009-01-28T22:10:00.005-06:00

I am not a good military wife.

Oh, I love the patriotic part of Daniel's chosen line of work. I love and support the fact that he is completely devoted to his country. It's wonderful being able to travel to and live in different parts of our great country and even the world. I strive to fully appreciate the free housing, utilities, medical care, and moving services that we receive. What a huge blessing they are! Yet here I stand, struggling in my heart because of two things:

One, I feel like an outsider to a part of who Daniel is. There is the Airman part of Daniel that I absolutely can not penetrate. I see this part of him when there is an exercise or a recall or he is preparing for deployment; he gets this singular focus and nothing stands in the way of him executing what ever the order is. And this is a good trait for him to have; an excellent one in fact. He is the perfect Airman. The Air Force is better for having him. But, I feel so on the outside of that part of Daniel. And that bothers me.

And then there is the second thing that I struggle with. The travel; the being away from home and family whether it's deployment related or a TDY (shorter trip). There comes with this travel a loss of memories we could and should be making together and the father figure that is one of, though not by choice, drifting in and out unpredictably. It frustrates me to see the internal struggle that Daniel has. All he wants is to be home with his family; he is an excellent husband and father and he wants the opportunity to be present, fleshing out those parts of his life. Yet, work takes him away. Work that he loves and is proud of.
I was thinking this evening about how much I long for the time of life when Daniel will not be in the Air Force. I want to be able to take that deep sigh of relief and feel the weight fall off of my shoulders. I want to know that there will no longer be any surprise trips or an impending deployment staring me down. He and I will be together unless we choose to be apart.

Just so you know, I do understand that all of this could stem from the fact that my Dad came home every night at around the same time; there was no travel related to his job, he was very predictable and very present. But having that knowledge doesn't ease the ache in my heart.

I know, I know. Shame on me for having these ungrateful thoughts. But, you would understand if you could be inside Daniel and my relationship. We are so very close. We are happiest just being with each other. If ever two people were meant to be together it was Daniel and I. The best part of our recent vacation was the four days of car travel we had going from New York to North Carolina and back. Because we were sitting next to each other, holding hands, sharing memories and making new ones. And that is all I want or ask of my life. My husband by my side, making, raising, and loving our children together, laying beside each other each night, dreaming about days to come, reminiscing about days gone by. I don't need lots of money, a grand house, a fancy car. In fact, I could care less. I just want to be with Daniel.

I comfort myself with the fact that this season of life is just that, a season. I will do my best to enjoy this transient lifestyle for all that it affords us. And at the same time, stave off the feelings of loss that haunt me.

And so you see, I am not a good military wife. I want all of the good and none of the bad. I buck this system, I rebel against the time my husband has to spend a world away, I feel loss at huge amounts of memories snatched away from me, and I ache for home. Yet, through all of this, I stand next to my husband with great pride as he fights for freedom and the rights of all humanity.

There is such conflict in my heart.

I wish I could be the perfect military wife. But I simply am not.

A Little of This, A Little of That...

2009-01-26T15:03:00.005-06:00

Since I can't get to my pictures or download the ones I have off of my camera, I subject you to this one from January 26th 2008. I think Eliza still makes that face when I kiss her. Like... C'mon Mama! Not again!

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I'm just no good without my laptop. Plain and simple. Just no good at all. I definitely accomplish much more throughout the day when I am minus the laptop but it feels rather solitary. Usually I have my friends hanging out with me during the day via facebook or the blog or through emails. That sort of community, for a stay at home mom, is much needed.

So, what have I been up to? Well, I planted an indoor herb garden with Eve; I just noticed today that we have a few teeny green shoots already. Hooray! I love seeing green anything in the middle of Winter.

I cleaned out Daniel and my closet - rather, I got rid of a LOT of clothes. The organizing will come next. I was feeling very cutthroat that day and once I was done I felt so good! I was free from so many clothing memories. If you know what I mean.

I have been cooking up the wazoo. My freezer is quite happy with me! And I with the ease of cooking since I have had time to do so much prep work.

We've had friends over, we've gone for walks; my laundry pile has never been smaller, my floors cleaner, my bathroom shinier, my fridge more organized.... but for all that great stuff, I miss my blogging.

Honestly, I am trying to decide the direction I want to take with my blogging. I feel a shift inside of me and I am not sure what's going on. I have thought of closing shop but I would miss the life that this blog brings to me. I feel pressure, and not from you, from me. The pressure to blog often and about fun, witty, exciting things. But, quite frankly, most of my daily life is neither witty or exciting. It just is. And I am not so sure I would have an audience banging down my doors to read about a life that just is. And that's okay, I don't need any doors being brought to the ground over my blog but I do want to have you all come around. Because I like you.

I am going to continue mulling over all of this while I wait on my laptop battery. The relief will be GREAT once I have that little white sliver of heaven working again. If, in fact, it is the battery. If not.... Daniel may get his wish for a Mac book after all.

Happy end of January, my friends. Anyone else thrilled to see this month disappear? I hate January. It's so dreary. And this fiery redhead just doesn't do dreary.

PMS

2009-01-20T17:11:00.005-06:00

We all have it. Some of us worse than others. I would categorize myself in the middle of the two; it's not terrible but neither is it non-existent. I hate PMS. Hate it. One of the things I love most about being pregnant, other than bringing a new little Hub into our world, is the escape I have from PMS. Since I am not a very hormonal pregnant woman, pregnancy winds up being a break for me.

I have learned a few things over the years; and because I am not a doctor please take this information only as coming from a woman who has to suffer through PMS, just like you.

What I have learned is, first off know that it's coming. Mark it on your calender and let your husband know. That way when you chomp his head off over screwing the milk cap on too tight, he'll understand why. Not that this has ever happened.
Truly, when your husband is in the know, he's much more likely to let most (if not all) of your outburst and testiness roll off his back. Because he knows that it's not really you. It's those evil little hormones, baby.

Second, reduce the stress. Don't plan a trip across the country when you have PMS. Just don't. It won't be pretty.
Be kind and allow yourself plenty of breathing room. For those 10 days, give or take a few, go easy. I know that this is not always the simplest thing, especially when you have small children, medium sized children, or big children. Those, not all the way grown up, humans can create a whirlwind of stress in your life. Focus on reducing the areas of stress that you have control over.

Third, cut back on your sugar intake. Sugar, mainly in the refined form, can give you those big highs and then the big lows. And when you are dealing with PMS all of those highs and lows are exaggerated. And really, those kind of roller coaster rides are no fun for anyone. I know I certianly don't like to feel out of control in that way. So, lay off the sugar as much as you can. See if you can tell a difference.

Fourth, and this is the biggest one for me, take some pills, baby. I found out, through research, that taking St. John's Wort could be a major help for me in this area. I knew I didn't want to take the kind I could find at Walgreen's or Walmart. For me it's about quality and what I am putting into my body. Besides, I wanted it to actually work; taking a pill that had been sitting on a shelf for six months just didn't appeal to me. What I did was talk to a chiropractor who, after a thorough over the phone appointment, suggested I take MediHerb's St. John's Wort combined with Chaste Tree. The cost is approximately 12 dollars for the St. John's Wort and about the same for the Chaste Tree. A bottle of each will last me two months. Not too bad, right?
If I am good and remember to take my pills faithfully, starting right before my PMS starts, it's like night and day. I am almost the normal me. Sure, I have my occasional outburst and I stomp my foot a bit more than normal (terribly mature and one of my more stellar qualities) but I am so much closer to the real Andrea. Not the PMS infested one that my kids and husband look at and wonder who this replacement woman is. And if I am feeling a bit more needy, I just take an extra dose of St. John's Wort. What a huge help that little pill can be to me.

Isn't this a fun subject to talk about? I don't think so either but we all deal with it. I thought that perhaps an open discussion might bring help and relieve some of the struggle. If you have any good words of wisdom feel free to leave them in the comments! I'll be monitoring them closely.

By the way... my laptop died. Or at least my battery, I think. I am tied to the desktop until we figure out wha the problem is and how to fix it. I sure do miss my baby.....

16 Random Facts About Me... and a couple of secrets, too.

2009-01-16T22:57:00.015-06:00

Brittany from 4 Little Men and Girly Twins tagged me for a meme. Usually I don't join in because memes bother me for some reason. I think it's that they're a bit too narcissistic for my liking, but Brittany is a good bloggy friend and she's a fellow red head, so here we go:

16 random facts about me.... (which is 16 more than you ever wanted or needed to know.)

I bite my lips. A lot. Especially after applying chapstick.

I hate doing my nails. It's such a time waster in my books. I do love a good manicure, though.

I've used the dishwasher a total of 2 times in my entire life. Until this week. I now employ it daily; I need all the help I can get with our new crazy and very tiring schedule.

I secretly wish I could have a redo of my wedding.

When I am tired, like really really tired, I get the non-stop giggles. This can go on for hours. I wake up with sore abs.

I want a Concept2 Model D rower so bad I can taste it.

(Man! I've only written six and I'm totally over myself!)

I love to shop. Especially food shopping. Love it, love it. I would do it for a living, if I could!

I have a beauty mark (Read: mole. at least it's a Marilyn Monroe type mole.) above my lip. I've had it ever since I was a baby. There is a good view of it in my latest self-portrait.

I adore pudding, especially chocolate pudding. (The chocolate part was a real surprise, now wasn't it!)

I can not own a pet. I get very obsessive about animal hair and dirt in my house. I have conceded to a fish only because their dirt is contained. And you can forget to feed them for a few days and they won't die.

My secret wish is to re-learn ballet. I dream of someday owning a house that has a room set aside just for me to dance in. Skylights, surround sound, french doors with billowing white curtains, the works. Oh, and it will be the most beautiful shade of buttercream you have ever seen.

I am terrible, TERRIBLE, at small talk.

(Okay, phew! I'm at 12. Only 4 more to go. Stick with me, people.)

I think a good garage sale is one of the best things that a Saturday morning has to offer.

I am a bit of a germaphobe. (Daniel would say: A bit?! And I would reply: Fine! I am a big freaking germaphobe!!)(I was trying not to scare you all off by telling you the whole truth about me and my obsession with germs.)

(Only 2 more to go!)

I don't really like red wine, though I did drink an amazing one a couple of weeks ago at Tarrah's house. It was called 337 and I bought it at Whole Foods for 12.99.

If I ate refined sugar I would subside on cow tails and butterfingers. And the occasional package of skittles.

Hey!! You made it! Me too. Now you know all kinds of stuff about me.

This was fun! Thanks for tagging me, Brittany!

If it tickles your fancy, tell me something random about YOU!

Apples, Apples, and More Apples

2009-01-15T16:24:00.005-06:00

"Why Mama, why? Why must I learn to walk on my own?"

"Can't I hold onto your pant leg forever?"

Good gravy these leggings make me happy! The little apple barrette is the icing on the cake.

Thank you, Gymboree. Thank you for having the cutest kids clothes ever.

Love Note 1

2009-01-15T15:24:00.009-06:00

Every so often, when I wander downstairs to get the day started, I will find a love note. Daniel writes them and then hides them... I never know where one might be found. This morning, even though my love note was on the dishwasher, I didn't see it right away. I smiled though, after finding and reading it.
Daniel and I went to see the movie this note talks about (Which movie is it??) on Christmas night; it was such a special date for us. There was no running to the store or doing something necessary, it was just a date. We need more of those, for sure.

For me, and maybe you too, love is made up of lots and lots of the little things; there are big things in there for sure, but it's the little things that seem to matter most. Perhaps that is why I've saved every love note Daniel has written me. They are tiny treasures.

Some Vacation Catch-up

2009-01-14T23:53:00.009-06:00

Logistics deemed that for our trip home to New York Judah and Daniel would fly Southwest while the girls and I would fly Delta. I must say that those Southwest flying boys had better snacks. Thankfully Judah did awesome on all the planes; he, not surprisingly, melted hearts all across the United States of America. I love this picture of him hanging out, waiting to get on the next airplane.

My time flying with the girls was not so serene. The initial set of flights coming home were the best I have ever had. The flights back to New Mexico... not so much. First, Eve and I got separated when we tried to ride the train at the Atlanta airport. It was the most awful thing I have ever experienced. Eve, Eliza, and I were trying to get on the train - Eve was a couple steps in front of me - when an older woman literally shoved me out of the way so her husband could get on in front of me. Remember I had a baby on my hip! Because the woman shoved me out of the way, Eve got on the train but I could not. The door started to shut but I shouted and stuck my hand in between; the door quickly re-opened but then shut again. Seeing the absolute terror on my little girl's face as the train pulled away from me was something I will never be able to erase from my mind. I stood there on the platform and wept. I wish I had known, as I stood there crying, that God had provided two very protective angels for my girl. There was a middle-age couple from our flight to Atlanta who had gotten on the train and saw the whole thing; the woman held Eve and her husband held Eve's bag - I saw this when I was finally able to get to where Eve was. Oh, how I wanted to hug that man and that woman. The wife was literally banging on the window of my train as it pulled up. God, bless those people. Eve and I sat on the floor in the middle of that busy train platform and hugged for the longest time, but my heart will never fully recover.

Secondly, Eliza cried the entire three hour and fifteen minute second flight. The people seated around me kept giving me evil looks. Like, make that baby shut-up, kind of looks. As if I was pinching her or something. And the flight attendant took an hour to get me a stupid spoon. All I wanted to do was feed my baby her cereal! It was bad; I walked off that plane and promptly handed Eliza to Daniel. This mama and that baby needed some serious space from each other.

A more comical story... On our way back from North Carolina (and Washington D.C. - be still my heart!) Daniel and I stopped in Harrisburg PA.; we were looking for a gas station and a Starbucks. At the Starbucks Daniel decided I should go in and get the (much needed) coffee; I like to make my coffee taste good rather than drinking it black like he does. Ick. Being the good girl I am I crossed the street by way of the handy-dandy crosswalk. As I was crossing a car approached, it neither stopped or slowed down... like at all! The woman was so close to hitting me that if I had taken one more step she literally would have run me over. I know this because I kicked her car as she drove past me. And you'd better believe I kicked it hard. Don't mess with this red-headed woman... I have children and a husband who need me to do their laundry and cook their meals! I can't die yet!

All in all, it was a fantastic vacation filled to the brim with mostly great memories. I wish I could write them all down just so I could make sure to remember. But, for one thing, that would be boring to anyone who reads this, except perhaps Daniel. Or my mother. And, sometimes it seems that writing down memories takes some of the specialness away from them. So, I'll just leave them in my heart.

And now we are back to reality....

The first day of real life kind of stunk but I'm getting use to it. Daniel is taking classes as a full time student this semester along with working full time. It's not going to be easy but I have felt God's amazing grace these last few days. I have a peace in my heart that I can't fully understand; I simply know we will make it work. And I can guarantee you that this next seven weeks will not even come close to touching the stress and hard times we went through with Daniel recruiting. Truly, in comparison, this feels like a cake walk.

Even so, if I start to sound a little more nutty than usual, you'll know why. Just tell me to go eat some chocolate or, better yet, send me some wine....

Self-Portrait

2009-01-13T12:41:00.007-06:00

hands

dry...

from baby washing, floor mopping, bathroom cleaning, hand-washing, lotion forgetting.

happy...

from stroking the baby's face, holding my husband's hand, breaking off tiny bits of chocolate.

strong...

from kneading bread, swinging a child 1... 2... 3..., rubbing little and big backs, pushing tiny bodies on the swing.

busy...

washing laundry, helping three small people shrug on warm coats, tying bows on pretty dresses, making peanut butter.

hands with a ring because I daily choose to love.

my hands.

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Eve Gets A Bob

2009-01-11T22:59:00.008-06:00

Eve isn't a stubborn girl but when she makes her mind up about a certain thing, that's it. And this latest time... it was a bob. The girl wanted a bob.

"Right to here" she would say to me, cupping her hands around her chin when I asked her the length of her proposed haircut.

And she knew from the get go that she wanted it done at the Scott Miller salon and by Jason.

One smart girl, I say.

January 8th was the big day; she had been practically counting the hours! We were all very excited for her and her new hair cut. People would ask me how I felt about Eve having her hair cut off or if I was even going to allow it.

My answer was that I was a tiny bit sad but at the same time extremely happy. And of course I was going to "allow" her to cut her hair off; it is her hair after all.
You see, Daniel and I deal in character issues; if it's a character issue ie. trustworthiness, being truthful, moral, responsible, kind, respectful, etc. then we are all over it. But, when it comes to things like haircuts, hair color, piercings, the car they drive.... it's basically hands off. Because if we've taught them and instilled in them good character then (hopefully) the rest will follow. And seriously, does having bright red or pink or blue hair, or a nose ring really matter? The kid might get some funny looks and perhaps it might turn off a prospective employer but that's not my problem. It's the kid's.

Anyways, that sound you hear is me stepping off of the soapbox.

Here is the hair; the beautiful long hair:

Eve was looking forward to not having that long hair hanging around anymore. I think it bothered her; her siblings pulled it and it was too much for her to care for on her own. And Eve enjoys her independence; having mama brush all the tangles out was such a bother.

And just like that... it was gone.

Eve and her hairdresser - Jason. Seriously, the man is a genius with scissors. He's a good friend too.

This is Eve with Helen - one of her most favorite adults. Helen is Scott Miller's wife. When I told Eve that Helen and Scott own the salon....

"Whoa....!" was her response.

I love how Eve loves people just because and not for the position they hold. She had no idea Helen was the owner of that huge gorgeous salon; she loves Helen because Helen loves her.

It was a fantastic day; a day Eve will probably always remember as one of her favorites.
I'm so thankful that my lovely memories with this salon - first being my place of employment, which was a time filled with great friends and a wonderful experience - is added onto with these new amazing memories with Eve.

Post from 1 year ago today: What-choo talkin' 'bout Willis and A Discovery!

Post from 2 year ago today: My Anti-Stomach Virus Smoothie and Today's Get-up

Bang Baby Bang

2009-01-09T22:49:00.002-06:00

I didn't think I was going to be able to make good on my promise for a better bang picture today but.... the amazing Amanda from My Not So Extraordinary But Always Exciting Life came through with her superwoman cape, or rather camera.

Amanda came over today and took a plethora of pictures of me, Daniel, and our three grouchy children. It was a ton of fun and very exciting all because I was positive she was going to make us look like rockstars. And of course, she did.

Amanda has started her (awesome) photography business in the greater Rochester (New York) area. So, if you live in or around Rochester check her out; her web page is found here at: Amanda Slakes Photography.

Our photo session today with Amanda was the perfect note to end our vacation on. Tomorrow we head back to New Mexico; I am sad to leave home but the warm weather beckons.

Did you know that by clicking on any of the pictures I post here takes you to my Flickr site?

Baby Got Bangs

2009-01-08T23:24:00.002-06:00

Andrea and Jason. Andrea and the bangs.

I love them. Both.

Bad picture today but a good picture tomorrow.

You should see what Jason did to Eve's hair....

Washington D.C.

2009-01-07T21:15:00.009-06:00

Man. I love Washington. I want to live there so bad I can taste it. Bolling AFB would be my choice, though probably not Daniel's, seeing as his right hand would need to be in a perma-salute position.

I have always thought I was a country girl, probably because my mom hates the city as do my grandma and everyone else in my family. And, to be perfectly truthful, I long for a little farm where I can raise chickens, have a cow, a dog (or two), a humongous garden, and let my children run around barefoot in the green grasses. I love having a lifestyle of good honest hard work in the fresh country air, though the fresh air experience would not include hanging my clothes out to dry. Too many bad experiences while growing up (in the country with all of the above except the cow and the children) with spiders hanging out in the clothes pins. Awful, awful. Feel very bad for me.

But... being in the city of Washington, I determined that it was the place for me. Washington has won, by an overwhelming vote, as the most favorite place I have ever been to. The history, the beautiful architecture, the bustle - oh, I love the bustle - the tons of stuff to be involved in, the metro, the shopping. There was just so much there! I would move there this second, if I could. I kept remarking to Daniel how happy I was. He just smiled at me and I knew if he could do anything to be able to hand that city to me as our next duty station he would.

While in Washington we stayed on Andrews AFB, once in Air Force lodging and once in Navy lodging. The Navy lodging was much nicer. We tried to stay in lodging on Bolling AFB but it was full due to the inauguration. Understandable, but frustrating. I hated being denied checking out their lodging. I love visiting any and every base I can while traveling.
While in North Carolina we checked out Seymour Johnson AFB... needless to say, that base will not be our dream sheet. Ick.

Anyways... pictures. We were enjoying being in the moment so much that we forgot to take many pictures. Thankfully you don't need a camera to have memories.

This is Eliza crawling around the floor of the Lincoln Memorial. She was way way past her nap but that is one happy girl you see right there. She loved crawling around on the marble.

As soon as I stepped into the Lincoln Memorial I felt a heaviness on my chest. Truly the most amazing and solemn statue I have ever experienced. I visited as a teenager but I don't remember feeling so moved as I did this time.

Oh glory, was this memorial for the Korean War ever creepy. I remarked to Daniel that I have never heard much about the Korean War; he called it the forgotten war. I found this terribly sad because blood was shed and lives were sacrificed in the protection of freedom. How dare we forget that.

Freedom Is Not Free.

I am forever indebted. And so very thankful.

We LOVE the Beach...

2009-01-06T14:13:00.003-06:00

And each other. Obviously.

How could I not love this man? I mean, he has the body of a greek god and he loves me! Me.

I begged Daniel to leave his shirt on so he wouldn't embarrass all the other beach goers with his rockin' body.

All fun and games, my friends. Though the body is for real.

Eliza had her first taste of the surf and the sand. Literally. She loved it. Loved it.

Of course we had to do the name in the sand picture. It wouldn't have been a first trip the ocean without it.

Daniel, Eliza, and I had a wonderful trip to the ocean; it was a fantastic time with great friends, good food, and the beach.

Washington D.C. pictures are making their way into my Flickr account but family time comes first. Thanks for understanding!

Vintage Necklace for a Vintage Girl

2008-12-28T14:08:00.004-06:00

I found the necklace in a little consignment shop, tucked away in this beautiful sleepy town. I had such fun rummaging around for a treasure amidst the delicate china, gaudy costume jewelry, tiny music boxes, and old pictures.

I found my treasure; the necklace was made for me. And the reason I knew it.... was because it was fifty percent off.

*Post from 1 year ago today: Eve and Eliza

*Post from 2 years ago today: Changes

Eliza Dove: One Year Old

2008-12-27T16:19:00.009-06:00

A few days late ~

Eliza Dove... Happy Birthday sweet love, love.

We had a wonderful day with our girl. Eliza is so loved, so cherished; she is pure sunshine.

My favorite part of the day was cupcake time. The cupcakes were perfect; vanilla with pink frosting. Topped with sprinkles and one candle, of course.
Eliza was in love with her cupcake; she is my daughter after all. And I've never met a cupcake I didn't like. When I tried to take her cupcake from her to remove the wrapper she all but lost it. She held on to that tasty confection for dear life and screamed in protest to the injustice!

Happy Birthday, my baby love.

A Year of Eliza:

Birth-day

Birth story

2 weeks

3 weeks

1 month

2 months

3 months

4 months

5 months

6 months

7 months

8 months

9 months

10 months

11 months

YummieTummie Giveaway!

2008-12-20T07:00:00.009-06:00

The winner is:

Congratulations Callie-K!
E-mail me so I can hook you up with your Yummie Tummie gift card!

Thanks to everyone for participating; I have been drooling for all of the delicious food you have talked about! I think I've gained weight just reading about it all. I'm going to go gnaw on a carrot now...
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I am totally not ashamed to admit that I have, in the past, used Spanx.

Oh, yes Ma'am.

I was visiting home and wanted to not feel quite so frumpy, dumpy, and pleasantly plumpy; "things" were not as "things" should have been as I was four months post-partum with my lovely Eliza Dove.

Did my Spanx get-up work?

Kind of but it was highly, highly uncomfortable and hard to keep in the correct place on my plump body. Putting it on was embarrassing and I was the only one in the room!
The wearing of the Spanx and subsequently nursing my four month old baby.... holy cow, was that a royal pain in the booty. C'mon Spanx... think of who your target audience includes! Make somethin' for the pleasantly plump nursing mothers, m'kay!

I admit, I did feel fairly vain using it but it didn't stop me. No way, no how. Sometimes we just need a little help, ya know?

When I was contacted to try out a Yummie Tummie product I totally jumped at the chance. Because look!!! They have a perfect top for those in the pleasantly plump and nursing stage! Plus, look how much more effective their plan of attack is. These tops are more pleasant and pleasing to the eye than this little number, which was my Spanx choice this past Spring.
And, they come in colors! And with glitz for the holidays! You know I love the glitz.

I am expecting my Yummie Tummie product to arrive today via UPS. I chose the Strappy Tank in black. I was in a rather practical mood last night. I'll let you know if my Yummie Tummie product is truly as fab as I think it's going to be.

Now, tell me... would you like the chance to win a 100 dollar gift certificate to Yummie Tummie? Of course you would!

I hate jumping through hoops so all I am asking is that you tell me your most favorite holiday food. Ever.

Creative, huh!

I am really hungry so food is pretty much all I can think about right now. Answer that one measly question and you are entered!

If you need some ideas for a new holiday recipe check out the Yummie Tummie website - it has some mouthwatering recipes you can pull from. The Christmas Eggnog looks excellent (found under cocktails in the Indulgences.)

The details:

One comment per person please.

A code for the one-hundred dollar gift card with be e-mailed to you right away.

Giveaway will end Monday evening at 9pm Pacific time. I will use Random.org and announce the winner Monday evening.

One more thing... Good luck. I hope you win!

Air kisses!!

Well, it was either those or the big sloppy ones.

Snowy

2008-12-19T16:08:00.004-06:00

It was a snowy, snowy day. And I loved it. I don't need much to keep me happy; I have a fire in the fireplace and a handsome man to keep it roaring, hot coffee, and my kids. I am a happy girl.

I opened the big front door to let in some light and so I could keep an eye on things. I am of the curious sort, remember.

Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. A movie after the kids go to bed. A good man to sleep next to.

The planned Christmas shopping will have to wait until tomorrow. I didn't really feel like going anywhere anyways.

P.S. A great giveaway will be posted tomorrow!

*Post from 1 year ago today: Baby Names

New York, New York!

2008-12-17T22:45:00.008-06:00

We ALL made it; safe and sound to my home sweet home. Yesterday. Daniel flew with Judah on Southwest and I took the girls on Delta. Phew! It went smoothly, thankfully. I wasn't sure we were even going to make it as the drive to the airport took five hours, through almost a foot of un-plowed snow on the roads. Scccarry!
I haven't truly relaxed yet - I'm working on it, though. It was a tough week and a half getting to this point; the kids had a cold, and then we all, except Judah - Praise Jesus - got a stomach bug. All of that amidst the packing, tea partying, college class wrap-up for both Daniel and I, house cleaning, and you know, daily life. It was completely nuts and something I am going to need a few days to recover from!

But, here we are, relaxing (or trying to!) in an absolutely beautiful home; twelve foot ceiling, Victorian gorgeousness, a massive winding staircase (that scares the crap outta me) huge windows, a wonderful fireplace, a knock your socks off shower, and most importantly... my family. I plan on enjoying my time to the fullest. I deserve a break and I am going to live it up!

You know, this is our first vacation in four years where Daniel hasn't had the doggone cell phone from recruiting - the one whose ring made my heart stop beating until I knew what the latest hurdle was we had to conquer. My husband is a different person today; it does my heart good to see him relaxed, calm, and stress-free.

Tonight we took the kids to the mall - a real mall! - to take a spin on the carousel. They had such FUN! Eliza is my dare devil; she was jumping up and down on her horse, trying to get it to go faster. She did the same thing on the plane; she was standing on my lap, looking out the window, jumping up and down as we were taking off. Like she was trying to get it to go baby, go, go, GO! She's awesome. And tons of fun.

Eliza did amazing on the plane - like, blow your mind amazing. She fussed one time right after she woke up from her one and only five minute nap. Her nap for the day. She was a complete joy, though. She laughed and played; we snuggled and she sucked her thumb for all it was worth. She was glorious! Eve too. It was a wonderful plane ride; one I could not have dreamed any better. I am eternally thankful because I was exhausted from life and being sick as a dog.

I apologize for being so hit and miss with my posting; it's not like me to be such a random blogger. But, life kinda kicked my booty and I had to concentrate on surviving.

I love and miss you all... Well, except for the grouchy anonymous commentors who I delete.

You know who you are. Bah humbuggers.

*Post from 1 year ago today: Naptime

The Tea Party!

2008-12-14T22:34:00.009-06:00

The tea party was a hit! It was such a special day for my girl; she had looked forward to this tea party more than anything else ever, I do believe. She hadn't slept well in days because of her excitement. In fact, she was up at six that morning helping me!

Once the doorbell started chiming it was go, go, go! I loved seeing all the little girls in their gorgeous Christmas dresses, playing with each other and being extraordinarily happy! They pranced around the house feeling fancy as fancy could be. I decided then and there that five year old girls are my favorite.

After everyone arrived I still had some cookies to frost, but I had a couple other moms to help me out. I was very thankful because Eliza was completely overwhelmed by all the commotion! She was very needy which translated into fussy, fussy. I can do a lot of things one-handed and with a baby on my hip, but making those cookies look pretty would have proven to be a challenge.

Once the cookies were frosted all the girls found their place cards at the table and sat down.

We had a wonderful tea time; I loved seeing all the personalities come out as they chattered and ate. I haven't had such fun in a long time. Sure, it was a lot of work but because I was doing it for Eve and also with the thought of six beautiful faces seeing it all as magical... it was totally worth every second.

In fact, I am making it a Christmas tradition. I think with all the moving we will be doing in the next few years, Eve hosting a Christmas tea party every year may be just the ticket.

*Post from 1 year ago today: The Belly

Base Tree Lighting

2008-12-11T10:34:00.004-06:00

Last week we attended our base's annual Christmas tree lighting. I fully prepared us for the cold, and once out in it, was quite thankful that I hadn't lost my cold weather touch. I had no idea New Mexico would get this cold! I think the wind is the main culprit but geez! I thought we were escaping some of the shivering, hat and mitten overload, red-nose weather! Apparently not. We froze our booties off. I told Daniel afterward I was pretty sure I had burned enough calories from shivering to have lost at least a couple pounds!

The kids were shivering and cold so they hugged to combine body warmth! I love it when they're sweet to each other.

Major brownie points go to me for remembering to bring hot coffee! It made the whole thing bearable, for sure.

We all enjoyed the coffee, though some more than others... Ahem.... Judah.

He's defintely our child; a lover of the bean.

All in all it was fun though my hand hurt for the rest of the night from being so cold! Seeing the kids faces when Santa and Mrs. Claus talked with them was worth all the hassle and the bone-chilling cold. Christmas is so much better through the eyes of a child.

Perhaps next time the wonderful, childish perspective could be experienced while visiting Santa in the mall.

If we had one, that is.

*Posts from 1 year ago today: Grace and Happiness is...

*Post from 1 year ago yesterday: Reality

What's Up, Buttercup!

2008-12-09T22:12:00.007-06:00

I know... I've been MIA for more than a few days. I couldn't handle one more thing to do. Anyone else feel like that right now?

We had a nice weekend, super low key, we did nothing but relax and hang out with just our little family.

Well, it was low key if you don't count making a life altering decision on Sunday.

Other than that... defintely low key. Like the base-est of base keys, baby.

This week is prep for our trip home next week. I am also preparing for Eve to host a Christmas tea party on Saturday morning. If anyone has any fantastic, easy, sweet decorating ideas or websites for me, that would be much appreciated. I am decorating impaired. And I am more than telling the honest truth about that.

I have also been fervently working on my photography portfolio for my class. Fifteen dry mounted, original prints due Wednesday... Yikes! I'm ready, well, all except for the one picture I mounted CROOKED. It was my fifteenth one... the last one! And I mounted it crooked. Yeah. Go figure.
I must say, it was really interesting to see my pictures in print. It made me smile to hold my very own art in my hands.

Today the crazies struck and I went out in the windiest weather I have ever been in.... in my life... and took pictures of cows. When I told Daniel what I did he asked me if I was nuts!

Ummmm... most positively yes. And he loves that about me.

It's just that the light was fantastic today - beautifully cloudy, perfectly bright, and the cows were standing close to the fence. I need them close for taking photos. It was perfect... or it would have been if the cows hadn't all run off when I walked towards them!
It's funny... they were frightened but still curious, so they didn't run too far. I was able to get some good photos, thankfully, because man oh man was it super cold and windy. I wasn't out of my car two minutes and my fingers were so numb that I was afraid I was going to drop my camera. Seriously. It was worth it, though.

Can I tell you about the wind...! Hooooly crap. It blew our humongous grill over today. Slammed it right onto the patio. I thought a chunk of the house blew off from the sounds of it! When I was dropping off (and picking up) Eve at school, the wind nearly knocked me right on my booty! I am not exaggerating. It took my breath away so violently that it frightened me.

windswept

The evil wind also brought out the tumbleweeds. I hate the tumbleweeds. They scare me. They look alive tumbling across the fields and the roads - it's disturbing! And is there ever have a lot of them - BIG ones too. When you're driving it's like playing a game of dodgeball. Dodgeball from Hell. Because if one of these babies hits your car or, God forbid, gets stuck under your car... you're toast.

Anyways... I think you are pretty much caught up on our life. Any questions?

*Post from 1 year ago today: Yeah, he threw the snowball.... It grazed my head.

Dancing in the Kitchen

2008-12-09T09:37:00.004-06:00

Who needs a workout regiment when you can dance in the kitchen to Wizards In Winter?

I may not be the best dancer but the baby liked it. Seeing her smile was worth making a fool out of myself.

Oh, the calorie burning was nice too. But that just meant I could finish eating the pizza I was eating for breakfast.

Happy Birthday, Stud

2008-12-05T13:59:00.009-06:00

Happy Birthday Daniel! I loved that we were awake last night so I could give you birthday sandwich kisses! One last kiss to my 27 year old husband, watching the clock until it turned midnight, and then kissing my newly minted 28 year old husband. I loved that you laughed when I lost track while trying to give you twenty-eight kisses. I'm glad you love your super silly wife.

We have a lot of fun together, don't we.

This 27th year of yours has been such a whirlwind of life; trying to hang on to one another through it hasn't always been so easy but here we are... still hanging on for dear life. We're stubborn like that.
Before we know it I'll be writing a letter to you on your 78th birthday, wondering where the time went. We'll still be hanging on to each other, more stubborn and in love than ever. Of this I'm sure. After all... we were meant to be.

Looking to year 28... we have a lot spread out in front of us! Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever have a year where everything is calm, normal, simple. We might get bored, don't you think? I'd like to give it try sometime, though.

Daniel, I love you. I love that I am really getting to know who you are. We're so past the surface stuff. We're into the this is for real stuff. I love that.
We've come a long way, baby. And this is only our 8th-ish year of celebrating your birthday together! I am looking forward to the many years sure to come.
Sorry I can't make you a peanut butter pie this year. I miss having every ingredient I could possibly need at my fingertips. Just know, if I could make you that pie I would. I know how much you love the delicious, high fat but who cares, melt in your mouth, layers of chocolaty peanut buttery, cream cheesy goodness, pie. (That was just mean of me, wasn't it.) Maybe at Christmas time I'll make it for you. That would make you happy, and you know how much I love to see you happy.

Daniel, thanks for loving me, thanks for liking me, thanks for being my best friend. But thanks most of all for being you. I love every inch of the brand new 28 year old you.

*Post from 1 year ago: Happy Birthday Daniel

*Post from 2 years ago: 26 Years

Savannah

2008-12-04T11:04:00.004-06:00

This is Savannah, my friend Cherie's middle child.

She is a firecracker, this one. She has the best hair, she's light as a feather, and I could photograph her all day long.

*Post from 1 year ago today: My Day

*Post from 2 years ago today: V vs. V

Birthday Pumas

2008-12-03T12:24:00.002-06:00

Judah loves his Pumas. He jumps higher, runs faster, and growls louder. Perfect for a little boy, wouldn't you say?

Nothing Quite Like It

2008-12-02T22:38:00.005-06:00

It's full swing with the Christmas music around here. My kids are loving it! It's the sweetest thing to hear Judah's little voice singing All I Want For Christmas. One of their current favorites is listening to the Chipmunks sing their famed Christmas song, all while they play "tent" aka take all the cushions off the couch and pretend it's a tent aka destroy the livingroom.

Alvin. Alvin! ALVIN!! Anyone?

Sure, we love Pandora, and I was all about downloading the free Christmas music off of Oprah's website and having Daniel make me a cd.
Daniel loves the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and I love my Harry, but there is nothing quite like listening to the tried and true Christmas songs played on the record player. It's perfection, if you ask me.

And it's not just about the Christmas music either; it's pretty awesome to see my kids enjoying the old, old, old storybook records that I listened to as a child. I loved listening to those records... waiting for the Tinkerbell's twinkle telling me to turn the page. I have wonderful, vivid memories of those times.

You ought to buy your little family a record player this year. Records are way cheap - I found mine at a garage sale for a dollar a piece. We previously had my Grandma Chips and Poppie's record player but unfortunately it kicked the bucket. My parents bought us a new one from Target this summer.

Think about it. Because there are some wonderful memories to be made 'round the record player.

A Little (Big) Highlighting Going On...

2008-12-01T21:58:00.006-06:00

I was feeling boring in the hair department. After studying myself in the mirror... I decided a highlight was in order. I picked out a chunk of hair in the front and went to town. Because, after all, it's only hair.

I like it, though there needs to be some toning. I certainly don't feel boring anymore.

Miss Kindergarten Teacher...

2008-12-01T15:24:00.005-06:00

Last week I did a photoshoot with Eve's kindergarten teacher. It was such fun! And such a challenge. Bright, bright, bright sun. She is one busy lady and this was the only time she had...we made the best of it!

She was so easy to work with and so beautiful! A great combination. Hopefully we can do this again with better lighting.

Eve is so blessed to have such a wonderful kindergarten teacher!

*Post from 1 year ago today: Terrified No More

*Post from 2 years ago today: 5 Months (My second post ever on the blog... Let the take over begin!)

Sometimes She Just Brings The Crazy...

2008-11-30T20:55:00.007-06:00

Eliza had made a mess out of her face today with her lunch, so I bathed her before her nap this afternoon. When I laid her down to sleep, her hair was almost but not completely dry.

Apparently there was just the right amount of dampness in her hair to bring the crazies out. Eliza woke up with quite the 'do. It made me laugh to see her crazy hair.

Eliza reminds me of a little bird; she cocks her head to the side and looks so curiously about. She was lovin' sitting in the laundry basket! However, when she tried to stand up.... that didn't work out quite like she had planned.

Tonight I am having my spectacular haircolorist... the one, the only, Daniel, color my hair. We cleaned the house earlier today, to include mopping (Yay!! I love having shiny floors) so we are good to go tonight. Color my hair and then relax.

On another, more sad note... NaBloPoMo is over today. I was having fun being told I had to post every day; I loved the challenge of it. There were defintely days when I wouldn't have posted if I hadn't committed to NaBloPoMo.

Did I clog up the internet with needless words... yes. I'm sure I did. But, oh well. I don't know how some people (bloggers) do it... they crank out wonderful, amazing posts day after day after day. Me... I'm writing about life stuff, like coloring my hair. And discovering something about myself. And birthday chocolate. And having Judah take pictures of me. And writing about all the fabulous and not so fabulous things I learned while 27 years old.

But, my favorite post from this month was Daniel's annual birthday letter to me. He loves me. A lot.

Can you believe tomorrow is December 1st? I can not even fathom it. How busy is your December? Mine... busy, BUSY! And I can hardly wait for it!

*Post from 1 year ago today: Too Much Birthday?

*Post from 1 year ago yesterday: Baking Day (These pictures made me miss baking in my little kitchen in Vermont)

V-Blogging... Hangin' out in the van

2008-11-29T19:14:00.003-06:00

Beware of the excitement from this V-Blog... I tell ya, I know how to bring it.

We were hanging out in the van while Daniel pumped gas. I know.

Gotta love life.

I'll have more exciting material tonight. Maybe.

Let me clarify the whole non-talking thing: Eve had been disrespectful to Judah so she had to have some moments of silence... enforced by Daddy. They're learning, it's a process. Actually, we're all learning. Right?

Priceless Plus A Dollar Ninety-Nine

2008-11-28T22:13:00.004-06:00

I love vintage. Love, love, love it. If I could stock my life with vintage everything I would. One of my favorite vintage items is the suitcase. I found some amazing suitcases at a garage sale a couple of weekends ago; I discovered mold on the inside, so the two gorgeous and perfectly vintage suitcases had to continue to sit sadly on the cold driveway. I was bummed because both suitcases were lovely and so me.

Today Eve and I were out running a couple of errands, we stopped by the Goodwill to peruse the wares, looking for some glass jars to hold my homemade yogurt (V-Blog tutorial to come!). Unfortunately we found nada. I did however find a green suitcase for a dollar ninety-nine. Score!

It's perfect for a beautiful five year old to sit on, while eating an apple, of course.

And to carry around. This was simply practice for when we travel home at Christmas time, you know.

It is also the perfect seat to sit on and contemplate the meaning of life.

Yay for bright green vintage suitcases! And beautiful five year olds.

Yes, defintely the beautiful five year olds.

*Posts from 1 year ago: What A Difference A Month Makes and Calling All Pregnant Women

*Post from 2 years ago: Popularity vs. Competence

It was a THREE kind of day...

2008-11-27T23:33:00.001-06:00

Judah's BIG day! He has been so excited for months and months to have his birthday. I loved seeing his excitement and anticipation! We all had a really fantastic day - we played, opened LOTS of presents, ate yummy "Judah" food, and took naps. The strawberry cake that Judah has been looking forward to didn't disappoint; he loved it. And I loved being able to make him happy and to fulfill his wishes. He's so easy to please. The simplest things, like the scads of balloons we decorated with, make him glow with excitement.

One of my favorite parts of the day was watching Judah run down the hall in his new sneakers. He was checking to see if they helped him run faster. It was an awesome moment. But, honestly, the whole day was spectacular - seeing Judah feel special was amazing. There's nothing like the love I have for my little boy.

All day long it was three, three, three.... I love how Judah makes his threes.

Three...

Three...

Three...

Happy Birthday Judah-man. We love you thiiiiiiiiiiis much.

*Posts from 1 year ago today: A Birthday Morning

*Post from 2 years ago today: Judah

Long Days, Short Nights

2008-11-26T23:35:00.001-06:00

Anybody else feel this way?

Of course, the short nights would be longer if I went to bed earlier but that's sensible. And no fun.

Today I did a photoshoot; a fun photoshoot! Still not charging and even if I was I wouldn't have charged her a penny. No way, no how. The kids did awesome, even Eliza who was napless. Eliza aka Miss Thing Number TWO did, however, fall immediatly to sleep when I put her in the carseat. That was nothing short of amazing and miraculous because my children are most decidedly not car sleepers. Not one of them has ever been, and believe me, we have traveled a lot during the span their meager little lifetimes.

Anyways... good day. Tiring day. I ate nothing for dinner because I was too lazy (tired sounds so much better) to make anything. Daniel made some healthy food for the kids so I felt guilt free for not making A DINNER.
You know how it goes... Mother guilt.

Bought Judah some sneakers for his birthday. Fingers crossed he's going to like them.

I was surprised I was able to find something, anything in this town. But, I did! And for very little money. Which, as you know how two... breathing down three... year olds are on their shoes. They beat them into the ground.

So, good shoes... little money... big sigh of relief. Mama is happy.

Shoes are what Judah requested as a birthday present. Again, blessedly easy to please.

Thanksgiving will be on Friday for us. Tomorrow.... it's all about Judah-man. Love him. And the fact that at this moment I am NOT experiencing immense labor pain. The hard work has been done and now I get to love on my little man.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and the ones you love best.

Eliza Dove - 11 Months

2008-11-25T22:08:00.010-06:00

I was standing in the middle of the nursery today with my sweet, chubby baby girl wrapped up in my arms; I had this overwhelming sense of longing for her to never grow a smidgen bigger. I know, people talk about how it's right and great and needed for our babies to grow up, but I don't agree. I think our babies are just fine as they are... babies.

I love everything about Eliza right now, in this moment of time. I love the desperately soft skin; the trusting, innocent wide blue eyes; the pure excitement for life; the deep, non-judgmental love she holds for me.

She is my treasure, my precious baby girl. This is my last month with her as a baby, baby. After this month she will be a year old and that's just not true baby anymore. Why must children insist on growing up?

Eliza has taken to patting me on my back or my shoulder or whatever body part her fat little hand is resting on at that present moment. It makes my heart feel like it's going to burst. I love feeling that soft pat-pat-pat.

Games... Eliza is true blue third child. She loves life, she loves to play, she loves to be right in the middle of the action. She'll egg you on if you aren't responding to her antics fast enough. She has a twinkle in her eye like none I have ever seen. She is unabashedly playful. And I love that.

Her "Mona" look

We have given Eliza a nickname; it just popped out of my mouth one day. It came about because of a look she has; it's not a smile, it's not a frown, it's unreadable. So, I call her "Mona." It's the perfect nickname for my girl; she puts her special look on quite often so it's likely she'll grow up confused as to whether her name is Eliza or Mona. Both suit her.

Last month of the months... next month my baby is one. But, regardless of everything I priorly said about losing the "baby-ness," Eliza will always be my baby. In my heart she'll forever be my chubby, soft, sweet, smiling, delicious smelling baby girl.

*Posts from 1 year ago today: A Band of Titanium and Leftovers

Voice Over

2008-11-24T11:58:00.003-06:00

Do you ever wish that your own voice sounded like someone else's? 'Cause I do.

I know, I know. This blog is turning into a forum to make Andrea not feel so crazy. Have you noticed?

Anyways, moving on with the crazy...

...my kids were watching Lady and the Tramp in the car last weekend. Daniel had gotten a stand-by electric "emergency" phone call while were out running errands. Soooo, the kids and I ended up at the base shoppette stuck in the car waiting for him to fix the problem. Fun times. An in-car movie was just the ticket.

I was sitting in my seat listening to Peggy Lee's voice as she acted out Lady... I decided then and there that if I could somehow switch voices with anyone, it would be her.

That's not too entirely crazy, right? Fine. It is but whatever.

Tell me if you have ever wished for a voice switch, and if so whose voice do you wish you could thieve.

Gingerbread Pancakes Perfected!

2008-11-23T20:59:00.010-06:00

I made a lot of gingerbread pancakes this weekend.... Yum! My kids love them and I have to say, they aren't too shabby. I'm kind of a pancake purist but even I'll admit that a change is nice every now and again.

The problem I ran into with the gingerbread pancakes, when I first (made them a month or so ago, is that they are dry. Drrrryyy. Maybe I am just use to my pancakes which are perfectly moist and simply delightful... sorry about the over-use of adjectives, I'm in kind of a silly mood. Eating these gingerbread pancakes made me feel like gulping a whole mug of coffee in between bites.

So, what was I going to do about this problem?

I was warming up some applesauce to put on top of the pancakes along with our maple syrup when it occurred to me... put some applesauce in the pancakes! Applesauce is notorious for making baked goods moist.

The addition of just a touch of applesauce to the pancake batter was perfect!

Now I can eat my pancakes without feeling like I'm eating very nicely flavored sawdust. Victory!

Did you know that you can make store bought applesauce taste almost, close to, sorta kinda, like homemade?
I wasn't able to put any applesauce up this year which was a huge bummer to me. What I do is take my store bought, plain jane, unsweetened applesauce and pour it into a small sauce pan. I slowly warm it up. While it's warming, I add a pat of butter (depending on the amount of applesauce I might use up to a tablespoon of butter), add in a tablespoon or so of honey, along with a quarter teaspoon of cinnamon. (I prefer more cinnamon but for some reason it inflames my kid's skin, wherever it touches)

Stir all that up, taste test, adjust if needed, and then serve to the ones you love.

*Post from 1 year ago today: A Love/Hate Relationship

Breaking Out the Christmas...

2008-11-22T23:48:00.006-06:00

It's like my arm had a mind of it's own. And because of that, this may be the earliest I have ever played Christmas music before in my entire life.

It's hard to resist the call of Christmas, especially when you have three super cute kids, two of whom adore Christmas anything.

I remember a point in my life when the Christmas magic was gone. Totally gone. Christmas was nice, but magical? No. I remember thinking how I couldn't wait to have Christmas with my own children so I could feel the joy of the season again.

Well, I have 'em and the magic is back, baby! I enjoy the season like never before. I vividly remember my own childhood Christmas days and I now see every twinkling light, every snowman, every mysterious present through my children's eyes. I love creating fun traditions for my family to do year after year, and I look forward to every moment of the Christmas season because once again... It's awesome!

Pulling out the Christmas records tonight was a bit strange, what with it being so early, but I'm okay with early. I'm hoping it might help get me into the Christmas spirit. It's been a little hard to remember that the big day is just over a month away. In Vermont the ground would be snowy and Christmas would naturally be felt in the air. Today in New Mexico it was in the high 60's with leaves still on the trees. So, in an effort to combat Christmas unawareness I turned on Santa, Baby and Alvin and the Chipmunk's The Christmas Song and All I want for Christmas. My little family danced around the livingroom and sang our hearts out.... It was fun! I also had the priviledge of discovering that Judah is an outstanding dancer. In fact, so outstanding that I nearly peed my pants from laughing.

We made a special point to listen to Eve's favorite Christmas song evah... Hark The Herald Angels Sing. I think our girl would be thrilled with that song getting stuck on repeat. If record players had a repeat button, that is.

Speaking of record players... Daniel was talking about the crackle tonight. The crackle that comes with playing a record. What a fantastic sound! We are so glad our kids are able to experience the greatness of listening to records.

And, just because I need to know... Does anyone else sing the title to the song, in their head, as they type it out. Because I so do. And I need to know if I am the only crazy one...

C'mon, admit to being crazy like me! It's very freeing.

*Posts from 1 year ago today: My Husband and Say Hello to Tony

What to do... What to do?

2008-11-21T23:56:00.001-06:00

Poor Judah. He was sick this week. He tossed his cookies Tuesday morning and basically felt like crap all day. He had no appetite, he was tired, kind of cranky, you know.... sick.

Wednesday was much better but then Thursday he tossed his cookies again. Same thing... sick, tired, no appetite, and cranky. And then, last night, Eliza was tossing her cookies. Neither Daniel or I got any sleep to speak of. I am thankful for God's help today; I never would have made it but for His grace.

Eve went to bed with a bowl next to her bed, if that tells you anything.

I had forgotten to give the kid's their kefir smoothies for the last week or so. Dumb thing to do during flu season. But, I can only remember so much before stuff starts getting deleted in my brain!

Can we talk about this picture of my sweet, sick boy? Because there is so much to it! The sentimental part of me is off the charts right now...

Okay, the couch is the most obvious. I was laying on that couch within minutes of delivering Judah.

It was covered, of course.

We have had that couch since we first moved to North Dakota. I rue the day I have to get rid of it! It's so bright and colorful, I will miss the pop of color it gives my livingroom.
Thankfully, IKEA has a fabulous funky couch selection! When I need a new couch, I am going there. Too bad the closest one is in Dallas.

Next, the Elmo cup! Judah is totally and completely potty trained - both daytime and nighttime. I am so glad that ordeal is over with. Two down, one to go!

The blue blanket was a baby gift from our neighbor in VT. She knew I didn't know whether I was having a boy or a girl, so as soon as Judah was born she brought that right over. It was so fun to have something BLUE to wrap around my baby boy.

The frog blanket... that is part of (baby) Judah's crib bedding. I love those frogs!

Do you see that cut on Judah's forehead? He was chasing his ball down the hallway when he slid into the metal hinge on the closed door. I got to him within three seconds and when I turned him around to look at the damage, his face was totally covered in blood. It was gushing from the cut on his head and from a bloody nose. It was pretty scary.

And then... there's the thumb. What's not to love about my little thumbsucker?

And last, but certainly not least, is Judah's "potato bug." In actuality, that is "Ben" the lady bug. But, shhhhhh. Judah doesn't want to hear that. It's his potato bug and that's all there is to it.

Did you know Judah's birthday falls on Thanksgiving this year? It does. And I am so conflicted! I love Thanksgiving! It's pretty much my favorite holiday. But, I really think Judah's birthday should take precedence... I just don't know how to accomplish that. Do we postpone our Thanksgiving to the next day. Or should we combine the two somehow? I want him to have a really special day - it's his first year of being totally excited about his birthday. Like I said... conflicted!

Any good suggestions on the birthday/Thanksgiving situation?

Happy Weekend!

P.S. I totally fell asleep twice while writing this! Good night, friends.

*Post from 1 year ago today: My Children

My Not So Fabulous Weight Loss Non-Secrets

2008-11-20T21:23:00.013-06:00

So, a lot of you wanted to know my secret for losing the baby weight, huh?

Well... forget to eat.

Simple enough, right?

Just kidding. Except I have a real problem with that. Must be the intense thing I've got going on. When I do something I do something. I'm the kind of girl that doesn't eat the strawberries when she's picking them in the field. One in the basket, two in the mouth... Nope, not me. My mom could count on me to bring in the berries... all the berries.

Probably a big part of the weight loss is that I'm not a snacker, though I love snack food. I eat my breakfast, my lunch, and my dinner. Once in awhile Daniel and I will make popcorn to eat while we watch a movie but not very often.

So, I don't nibble while baking or cooking, I don't snack, and I generally don't eat after dinner. Though, none of those are hard and fast rules.

A definite extra factor is the fact that we don't eat any, and I mean any, refined sugar. No sodas, no chips, no "junky" food. And you know, I'm so not tooting my own horn, because... pah-lease, that would be super lame. I'm just letting you know that cutting out that one little (but pervasive) ingredient is a big deal.

And really, I've seen some mothers look absolutely amazing a couple months after they have their baby. I don't know how they do that! As far as my body is concerned that whole you lose tons of weight by nursing thing is a load of crap. My metabolism shuts down once the nursing shifts into high gear. It's enough to make a woman go batty. Or cry. Which I totally did.

When I was determined to lose the weight after I had Judah, I had to do a major shift in my eating habits. But, I had to do something simple enough that I could stick with it. So... I cut out all snacks. All of them. I ate breakfast - pancakes, waffles, eggs, whatever I was feeding the kids, but in a small portion. For lunch and dinner I made a salad. A real salad: barbecued chicken - shredded - sunflower seeds, croutons, lettuce, spinach, carrots, cranberries, and cucumbers with a homemade Italian dressing. After I put the kids to bed I would take two almond cookies and crumble them into a bowl of fat free vanilla yogurt.

I ate that same food every day for months! I ended up losing 50 pounds in 4 months. And kept it off even over the winter months. I was walking fast (pushing the double jogging stroller) for about 3-5 miles a day, on a hilly route. I did that every day. I had some serious willpower because I was sick of being fat.

I went from about 170 pounds (Ouch!)

To maintaining my normal weight of 120-125 pounds. (I'm 5' 8")

This weight loss time (after having Liza-Lu)... not so much determination. Or time. What I could do, I did. I was purposeful with what I ate. But, if I wanted a brownie I ate it. If I wanted seconds of a meal, I ate them. I ate chocolate, chex mix, caramel popcorn... I just didn't go out of control with any of it. Being able to eat what I wanted kept me happy. And we all know how important that is.

I exercised (again, walking with the stroller) over the summer like a crazy woman. But I haven't been so crazy lately. I do go up and down my stairs twelve hundred times a day with a twenty plus pound baby on my hip. Does that count? Or running after a two year old? Kneading bread?

I need to get my butt in gear and exercise. My husband has a rockin' body and he deserves a wife who cares as much about hers.

Sorry for not having a great weight loss secret. I think my way is good though, because the weight stays off.

Eat purposefully and exercise regularly.

*Post from 1 year ago today: Panic Attacks and The Gap

*Post from 2 years ago today: First Round Draft

(These two year ago posts have all been Daniel's writing. You knew that, right?)

Photos From Class, Yo.

2008-11-19T23:53:00.008-06:00

The assignment was to bring in photos taken with the theme of "Vintage." My wedding rings (in the above picture) aren't true vintage; they are of the filigree style and look vintage but were purchased new. I would have loved to have had true antique filigree rings but holy cow are they expensive! At least the ones I loved were. Apparently, I have very expensive taste.

I bought this platter at the Salvation Army and paid practically nothing for it. I know I should polish it but I am rather partial to the beauty of the tarnish. I'm going to leave the silver just the way it is.

Today was a happy day here at my house! Today I bought two tickets for a long stay at home for Christmas! My parents very generously bought us two more tickets with their hard earned air miles. I am so thankful for my thoughtful, generous Mom and Dad. Though, I'm positive they didn't do it for any other reason than so they could see their grandchildren. I'm no fool.

Man, I sure do miss home. More than I had anticipated. I love New Mexico - I think I've established that fairly well - but it's not home.

I know, I know... home is where the heart is. Home is where your family is. And in Vermont, though it took a few years, our little red house and our little town felt like home to Daniel and I.
In actuality, it became a home away from home. Way down deep I will always feel that home is where I grew up.

I need to sit and let my ears hear my Grandma Chips' sweet, low, husky voice. I need to get a kiss from my Poppie and smell his beloved coffee breath and feel his whiskers tickle my cheeks. I need to know that I can get a hug from my Dad and eat my mom's wonderful food. I want to hear my children's happy voices mingled with the sound of my family all around me.

I feel safe when I am at home.

Because of today I am excited for Christmas, knowing that my little family will be home, in a place as familiar to me as my own hands. Wouldn't you agree that we all need those times where we can let ourselves be comforted by the sounds, the smells, the touches, and the tastes of home?

Any big (or little) Christmas plans?

*Post from 1 year ago today: Amazed and Holiday Airmen

*Post from 2 years ago today: The Box Store Children

Two Tea Bags Kind Of Girl.

2008-11-18T22:27:00.008-06:00

I realized something about myself today.

Wanna know?

Okay...

I am kind of intense.

Like, a lot.

Didn't realize that until today.

I am sure that those of you who know me already knew that.

You could have told me.

It's good for a girl to know this.

Wanna know what clued me in?

The two tea bags.

I can't hack weak tea. I need robust flavor. And a dark, rich color. And sweet.

And then I started thinking... thinking about my red hair. And the Green and Blacks chocolate bar that I loved and could live on... it's 85 percent cocoa. And the way I make coffee way strong, like grow hair on places that shouldn't have hair, kind of strong. Because why would you want it normal?

And homebirthing three children. And not just bringing you - to the tiniest detail - homemade chicken soup for dinner but homemade rolls and homemade cookies and salad.

And deep relationships with a few friends because I don't want to spread my affections thin.

This could go on. But I'll spare you.

Is this intense personality I have bad? I'm not sure. But it's me. And most times, I like me.

The two tea bags kind of me.

*Post from 1 year ago today: Denver and Austin

*Post from 2 years ago today: Poem (Talk about intense.. This is a HIGHLY controversial poem. Please don't send me nasty e-mails, Okay.)

A Weighty Issue

2008-11-17T23:06:00.004-06:00

I have finally reached my goal weight of one-hundred and twenty-five pounds.

Yeah, baby.

I know, it's not kosher for a woman to be proclaiming her weight all over the internet but I don't care. It's me, it's who I am, and I'm not embarrassed. What I am embarrassed about is that fact that I am totally out of shape. But, and I'm ashamed to admit this, I am apparently not embarrassed enough to do anything about it. I'm getting there though.

So, yes, I'm back to my pre-marriage, pre-babies weight. It's been a true struggle - emotionally, physically, and mentally - for me. Please tell me I'm not alone in this.
I still believe it's not terribly important to see a certain number on the scale. But it sure does feel good. I can't lie to you. I wish that I could be where I am right now weight-wise because of my determined commitment to an exercise regiment.

But, it's not.

The weight loss came at a greater price than sweat... the nursing has ended. Not by conscious choice. I can't actually talk about it because if I do I will start crying. And I'm too tired to cry right now.

Instead I will focus on being happy that the pile of jeans has been dwindled down to one lonely non-fitting pair.

High five, anyone??

I talk about my struggle a bit more here and here, if you are interested!

P.S. I haven't tried my "back to normal weight" pair of pants on yet. They are taunting me from the closet. I'm a wimp. I'm afraid they won't fit, so they'll just stay on the stinkin' hanger 'til I'm good and ready.

Obviously I've lost my big girl panties.

*Post from 1 year ago today: See ya! And... we're back!

A Southwest Sunset

2008-11-16T22:38:00.008-06:00

I don't know if it's the wide open spaces, something in the air, or if it's simply a Southwest thing but we have the most spectacular sunsets. They very often take my breath away with their utter beauty.

This picture was taken right before a magnificent rainstorm. The rain came down so hard and so fast you could not see two feet in front of your face. It was amazing to watch from my doorstep but you can bet I was thanking God I wasn't driving in it.

The last time we drove out to Albuquerque we saw the beginnings of a tornado. That was intense! And frightening. I do love living in the state of New Mexico and I love that the Air Force affords me the opportunity to do so.

What is one or two of your favorite attributes from the place you call home?

For me, in New York, it was the winding roads. I loved driving on those roads! And I loved the big maple trees. And the gorgeous, grand, Victorian style homes that are everywhere.

My favorite attribute of Alaska was the wildness. It is truly wild up there; a wild stunning beauty. That is what that state is. I do miss it at times. A lot.

North Dakota... hmmmm. There wasn't much I liked about North Dakota. But, upon greater thought I would say, the thunderstorms. They were absolutely amazing! They were super intense and very aggressive. Just the way thunderstorms should be. And I was okay with that as long as Daniel was holding me. Have I ever mentioned I am terrified of thunderstorms?

My favorite thing about Vermont was how green it is during the Spring and Summer months. It is like eye candy! The mountains and the grasses and the trees! Gorgeous! And I loved the natural bent that was very present in that state. Sometimes it strayed into the ridiculous category, like the time someone posted signs along some highway construction, quoting The Lorax. But, overall, they were very supportive of the little guy and living healthfully. And I loved that.

So, your turn!

*Posts from 1 year ago today: Eve's Novembers and SNOW!

Just because she's beautiful.

2008-11-15T22:36:00.004-06:00

And I love her.

She makes me laugh, she delights me, she deafens my ears with her protests, she loves me like crazy, she thrills me with her dimple, she makes me feel needed, she makes my heart dance, she loves the food I make for her, she plays games with me...

But, above all, just because she is.

Friday, Friday...

2008-11-14T23:53:00.006-06:00

Today was all about doing laundry and making tortillas. I took it easy and it was nice. The kids were superb, especially Judah with the whole potty thing. He showed me today how he can do the whole process without my help. Well, process number one, if you know what I mean. What a huge help this is to me! It is music to my ears to hear the toilet flushing. It means I was not needed and you don't even know how good with that I am. Or, maybe you do.

Tomorrow we take him to buy an Elmo sippy cup. That is the reward he wanted for being potty trained. So, that is the reward he will receive. Kids are blessedly easy to please.

I saw a couple signs for garage sales tomorrow; I've got my hopes set on the wind disappearing in time for the sales. It wasn't windy today, it wasn't gusty, it was rip the very breath from your lungs and hurl it to kingdom come kind of windy. It's whirling around out there still. The sound of it rushing through the screens on our windows is way loud.

Tonight was church followed by "date night." What a fantastic program our church has set up! We always take Eliza with us when we go out but it's fine. She's relatively quiet. We usually do something super exciting like go grab a coffee, hang out at the bookstore, or go to Hobby Lobby. We are thrilling. There's a whole lot of nothin' to do in this town but besides that... we're kind of boring. Though, in my head I'm totally not.

Wait! Last week we went out to eat! For my birthday. That was fun mostly because I got french fries on the side of my burger. French fries and I have a serious love affair.

Not much happening this weekend. And I love that. I'll hit up the garage sales and hopefully find what I am looking for. Maybe some grocery shopping. Definitely some long walks. And, more than likely, lots of good food being consumed by the five of us.

Lucky for you, because of NaBloPoMo, you will all be kept abreast of my exciting weekend. Contain yourselves now.

P.S. Will someone please kick me in the pants and tell me to break out the camera! It's been days. What is my problem?

*Post from 1 year ago today: So, the T.V. thing...

*Post from 2 years ago today: Blogging From The Trenches

And then...

2008-11-13T22:50:00.011-06:00

Today was much happier than yesterday. Thank you, Lord. I spent the better part of the day in my kitchen aka my happy place. I made bread and chicken soup. Gingersnap cookies too. I even ate one. I could have eaten them all.

Today I consumed almost the rest of my birthday chocolate. I am feeling great sadness that it is nearly gone. I don't believe any store in my town carries Green and Blacks. Fools.

I mopped my floors last night with a mixture of Mr. Clean with Febreeze and straight ammonia. The end result was a kind of shiny floor! I wanted to hug the tiles. And then this morning, unknowingly, I dropped a small amount of honey on the floor while I was making bread... when I finally realized it, there were honey tracks everywhere in my kitchen. You'd better believe I was on my hands and knees scrubbing. I'm not ready to give up the shine; I worked far too hard for it as my mop is broken and I had to hand squeeze the water out after each rinse. That sure gets old fast. Especially when your head is hanging over the ammonia bucket while you squeeze.

I think I failed to mention earlier that I was up at a little after 4 this morning. A mere forty-five minutes later I was, with our three small children, in the van taking Daniel to work. I got back home a little before six. Is this crazy to anyone else? What does a mother do with three small children at a little before six in the morning? Feed them waffles, of course. And apples with peanut butter. And juice.

And listen to: Mama... I need more sleep. And, Mama... why is it still night out? And, Mama... it's the MOON! And, Mama... will I ever get to go to school today?

It was a long day. I walked by my bed this early afternoon and literally fought a physical urge to throw myself on it and surrender to the desperate need for sleep. But, I was strong. I went and thrilled myself by making a salad for dinner instead. Right. I really just wanted to sleep, but if I had laid down it would have been all over.

It was 74 today. Surreal. Weird. Crazy.

Tomorrow is Friday, which I am totally not able to wrap my mind around, for some reason. Daniel is on stand-by so let's all cross our fingers and our toes that there will be no electrical emergencies for the next seven days. Last time there was and it sucked. But, hey, we're not in Recruiting duty anymore. And for that I am eternally grateful.

Eliza waved for the first time today. I nearly died from the sweetness of it. Oh, Daniel and I decided what we are getting her for her birthday. A box of dominoes. The girl is in love with those little white rectangles. She threw a fit when I took her away from them to get ready for bed.

NaBloPoMo makes me feel boring. I come to the end of the day wanting to write a great post and I sit here not doing that. It makes me realize just how day to day I am. And, aside from the relative boringness when it comes to post writing, I realize how much I love being me. Day to day quality and all.

*Post from 1 year ago today: The Birthing Tub aka The Pseudo Drug

That Kind Of Day.

2008-11-12T23:02:00.000-06:00

I had a serious attitude problem today. I pretty much busted the day for everyone.

Man, it sucks to say that. It's much easier to blame a bad day/attitude/frame of mind on the two year old. But it was me all the way.

On the upside of things, Eve's room is perfectly orderly and nearly spotless. There is some dusting to be done (Hello, New Mexico, please lay off the massive amounts of dust. Thanks.) but other than that small job her room is pristine. Accomplishing that felt good.

I did Judah's room too but his wasn't quite as scary. I have to wash his bedding tomorrow. His stuff is all white, on purpose... Bring on the bleach, baby.

Other than those two things, the day was crap. I hated it. Thankfully days like today are few and far between.

And you know, I have the best kids in the world. I threw myself at their feet tonight and begged forgiveness. They were incredibly sweet to me, so quick to forgive and shower me with love. Why can't I be more like them?

Tomorrow... we may just have dessert for dinner or maybe a movie night. Something fun and light. I think we could all use it.

*Post from 1 year ago today: So Close Yet So Far Away and You Got To Be Kidding Me

Photo Assignment of Shadows and Reflection

2008-11-11T22:17:00.006-06:00

Hey... it's me! Me with very long legs.

I was out at dusk attempting to capture shadows and refections for my next class assignment. Oh baby, was it cold out there.

But, the cold was oddly comforting. I was so aware of everything; my fingers, my toes, my hair swirling around my head, my body shivering in response to the definite snap in the air. I can't think of a time I have enjoyed photographing anything so much as I did that night. For all the sound of the wind I heard silence; my fingers and eye working almost as one; my mind free, only taking pictures of the things that moved me, that created emotion in my chest.

The water looked so soft to me. Like textured glass.

Looking at this photo and the one above makes me feel melancholy.

The feathers caught in the dying grasses captured my attention.

The tentative ripples in the pond breaking the rising Fall moon into bright shards of light.

The bridge that doesn't feel the tender caress of a single footstep.

I felt emotion taking these pictures. My hope is that they created emotion in your chest too.

Oh, and that they earn me another one-hundred on my assignment. Reality is such a downer.

*Post from 2 years ago today ( One of my most favorite things Daniel has ever written.) Born in the Family

Flourless Chocolate Cake

2008-11-10T15:14:00.007-06:00

That's what I made for my birthday cake this year. I am certain that I could subsist on Flourless Chocolate Cake alone.

I make my cake in little glass bowls because it's easier for me that way. Springforms and I aren't really on talking terms. Besides, they're prettier this way.

I ate one of the little cakes for breakfast this morning. Because I wanted to. And it made me happy.

Have you ever made Flourless Chocolate cake?

It will complete you.

Oh, be sure to use a recipe that calls for coffee. Trust me.

*Posts from 1 year ago today: The Penny and PBS For The First Time

31 Things I Learned In My 27th Year.

2008-11-09T00:00:00.000-06:00

Overcooked eggnog is truly disgusting.

I really am stronger than I think I am. It's not just an over-used phrase.

Labor hurts just as much the third time around.

Moving does not get an easier no matter how many times you do it.

I can handle three children in a grocery store without making myself bald in the process.

Moving away from my best friend broke my heart. Just like I thought it would.

The state of my eyebrows really did not matter when I was giving birth to my baby. Even though I thought it did.

Having bright red hair is my "thing." I will always love it.

I need true, get down and get dirty together, I'll change your kid's diaper, let me do your dishes, seen you without make-up, kind of friends desperately.

Goat milk is disgusting. I'd rather lick dirt off the ground than drink it again. And no one can ever make me change my mind.

Health food stores are vital to my happiness.

I am a thrift store addict. I am currently in the shaking part of the withdrawal process.

Cloth diapers are the way to go.

Necessity is indeed the mother of invention.

There are a lot of things I want but don't need. Like a gas stove. Or a wood burning oven. Or a hair cut. Or diamond earrings. Or trouser style jeans. Or brightly painted walls. Or another pair of heels. Or, or, or...

Cashmere shrinks if you put it in the dryer. Being mad doesn't make the sweater return to a normal size.

Sex gets better every year. (C'mon. I have three children. I have sex.)

It's probably because my husband gets sexier every year.

Family is really my heartbeat.

My body will never fully recover from having three babies in four and a half years.

I don't have to be perfect at photography to enjoy it.

I love teaching people how to cook.

Disappointment stings.

Potty training is for the birds.

I miss reading books. Without interruption.

I still need my mom.

I am the "idea" person but not the best at getting "it" done.

**I am a "Lion/Golden Retriever".

**Daniel is a Lion too. Having two "Lions" in one house can prove to be interesting. Not always in a bad kind of interesting way, either.

Sacrifice is always better. It usually hurts but it will always be better.

Twenty-seven wasn't all that bad.

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**If you have 20 minutes or so and want to learn what personality you have - whether it be a Lion or an Otter or a Beaver or a Golden Retriever - listen to this broadcast.

Just skip to the 11-ish minute mark to learn about your personality type. The speaker is very engaging and funny. Daniel and I had a blast listening to this while we did the dishes.

Oh, it's a two part series. It's worth your time! Promise.

E-mail me or leave a comment if you listen to the broadcast. I want to know what you are!!!

Birthday Chocolate

2008-11-08T15:09:00.006-06:00

Birthday chocolate. Heaven.

Thanks Mom and Dad. And Green and Blacks.

You know what my heart truly loves.

*Posts from 1 year ago today (and yesterday): Thursday Recipe - Linguine with a Ham and Cheese Sauce

From yesterday: First Snow

From 2 years ago today: A Rant

Happy Birthday, LOVE!!!

2008-11-07T09:53:00.006-06:00

(Daniel: Yes, you must get older if you are going to have the birthday.)

(Andrea: Bummer, dude.)

Happy Birthday Andie. When I think about your birthday, I think about how much you love your birthday and the smile you have when you're being excited about your very own special day. And that makes me smile. I can't help but reflect over the last year and wow, what a year.

-You gave birth to the sweet ball of pudge that took our hearts by storm
-We got orders to New Mexico
-We finished the "time not mentioned by name"
-We moved from VT to NM
-You got in the camera car and SLAMMED the pedal down (I am so incredibly impressed at how quickly you've grown in photography in such a short time)

I cannot say enough how you amaze me. Your tireless enthusiasm for our family just blows me away. I love that I get to watch you grow and develop your talents and relationships. I love to watch the kids adore you. I love that our family is so close. I love the things we take for granted, like dinner as a family, every night. I love to look forward to our weekends together. I love our walks, and our time together after the kids go to bed. I love planning our future together. I love everything about being yours. I love that you're mine. I love that it's your birthday, and I love that we're getting old together (cliche' groan). So, don't feel bad about getting to be so long in the tooth, I'm right there with ya. Love you babe. Pssst, 28 looks pretty darn good on you.

*Post from 1 year ago: My Beloved Bride Birthday Girl

*Post from 2 years ago today: Birthday Girl

Morning

2008-11-06T14:05:00.006-06:00

I love the morning time. I love the bright sun and having the whole day, like a canvas spread out in front of me, just waiting for me to paint on it.

There is this hour and a half nearly every morning that I have almost to myself; the baby is sleeping and Judah plays by himself or around my feet while I work. I have my music turned on and I am creating something, anything in my kitchen; it is such a happy time for me.

Sometimes Judah watches a movie during our morning time... like this morning. It was sweet to see him draped over the couch enjoying a few peaceful moments by himself.

Boz was the movie of choice this morning. I love to hear Judah's little voice singing the songs.

Wile he was watching his movie I was chatting with my mom, cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast, doing laundry, and of course stopping long enough to snap a few photos for future smiles.

Because someday his now little body will be too big to drape over the arm of the couch. And Boz will be for babies. And Mama taking pictures will create a sheepish grin with blushing cheeks.

So, for today I captured this moment because it was sweet but for my tomorrow it's captured for the memory; the memory that he did indeed use to be that small.

*Post from 1 year ago: Daddy Kisses

*Post from 2 years ago today: Continuing The Conversation

She's channeling the Three Stooges...

2008-11-05T12:13:00.008-06:00

I had to use six of these suckers yesterday.

I made, for the very first time, yeast doughnuts. I've made cake doughnuts but never yeast doughnuts. I'm not sure they were worth the trouble. They were a lot of work. And oh, the dirty dishes the process produced! Ugg.

Yes, they were good, though I think they had a funny taste from the oil. I used vegetable oil but I believe peanut oil would have served me better.

Have you ever looked to see how much peanut oil costs?! It's astronomical. Next time, and there will be a next time because I must perfect them, I think I will have to spring for the peanut oil.

I also think I let the doughnut dough rise too much. The reason was, and this can be my downfall, I was doing way too many things at once. Surprise, surprise.

On another, very much unrelated note... I am wondering what your favorite bottle of wine is and where do you find it. I know, random questions. But, I want to know nonetheless. I'm of the curious sort. So spill... not literally, of course.

Oh, in case you are of the curious sort and were wondering what I am looking like today, I am channeling a bit of Aretha. Picture taken by Judah, of course.

Good picture... well, an okay picture. But you see that walker in the background? I'm breaking a cardinal rule in photography: de-clutter background.

Who ever made that rule didn't have children.

Let's try again...

Wait! Catch that...

...BABY! Before she tips the tripod. Phew! That was close.
Eliza looks a bit like she's channeling one of the Three Stooges.

I'm her mother. I can say that.

Let's try one more time...

Good enough. You get an idea of the crazy hair I am owner to.

Happy day, friends!

*Posts from 1 year ago today: On Markers, Lipstick, and being a Yankee and My Oven (the metal one)

*Post from 2 years ago today: Be Careful What You Ask For

Camera Review Bloggy style: The Nikon COOLPIX S550

2008-11-04T06:00:00.004-06:00

I was going to post my friend Sarah's review on the Canon Rebel XT today, but I wanted to add my two cents in along with hers. After all the Rebel XT was my first (SLR camera) love and I want to share my great experience with you.

But, to be quite honest, I am super busy and up to my ears in churning out all sorts of pumpkiny goodness, bread, pictures, clean laundry... you know, life stuff. I haven't found the time to sit down and remember and reflect on my Rebel.

So, today I am going post a great point and shoot camera review by my friend Megan from Life Every Day. If you know her you love her. Make sure you add Megan's blog to your bloglines or Google Reader pronto. You'll never regret it.

Have at it Megan!

Hello there, everyone. My name is Megan and I drool over Andrea's photos.

I've been swooning over them for well over a year and I can't get enough.

Alright. Now our Addicted to Andrea's Photos Not-So-Anonymous Meeting can begin.

I've got several blog friends who have mad camera skills, and phenomenal cameras to boot. They are extremely talented women with excellent equipment that never, ever goes to waste. I mean wow.

Let me put it this way: Their incredible skills and cameras are to mine as the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree is to Charlie Brown's. Well, to it's credit mine is like Charlie's after they give it some love at the end and join hands and sing around it, but, still.

That said, I do have a sweet little point and shoot, and though I dream and wish for an SLR someday, this little baby is just what I need for now and I love her.

The Nikon COOLPIX S550.

My husband, The Engineer, spent a long time researching this camera and it's competitors and this one came out on top. I just went ahead and trusted his judgment. If you are thinking about purchasing one, it will cost just a little under $200.00 and you can find them at most camera retailers and online. It also comes in three colors. Because that matters, you know.

I love my camera. Some of the things I love are:

1. It's very small and slim size. It easily fits in my pocket and no one can tell, and it goes with me everywhere.

2. It's rapid-fast. It's ready to shoot about a second after you turn it on and all it's functions are lightning fast. That has been a lifesaver for a mom with kids who are just as quick.

3. It's digital zoom is amazing. Amazing. No, really. Amazing. It is always impressing me with clear, sharp photos from far, far away, from such a little camera.

4. It has a nice and big, bright display, and has many editing tools right there in the camera.

I never use them, though. I like to load all my pictures on to my computer and then upload the ones that make the first cut to Flikr, where I take care of all my photo editing needs. A little nip-tuck here, a little boost there, a little blur every once in a while.
Admitting you use Flikr to doctor your photos can be a bit like admitting you wear Spanx. Shhh...I have it on good authority that all kinds of people use Flikr and Spanx for the betterment of their photos and their self image.

Some of the photos you see here have been edited and some have not, but if they were, it was a minimal adjustment. I wanted to make sure you got a good sampling of what the S550 can do on it's own.

5. It takes videos that are crisp and have great sound. It's actually better than our digital camcorder, which is three years old. You can take as many videos as you like, and make them as lengthy as you want- the storage is limited only to the size of your card. Mine is a 2.0 GB and there's plenty of room in there for all I need. It never ever runs low.

6. It has a plethora of other settings you can adjust for the particular environment you're in and the type of pictures you want (Such as ISO up to 2000). I confess, I almost never adjust them and have not spent nearly enough time learning about what they can do for me. I bought my camera in June, and the manual is still on my desk, waiting for a thorough read-through.

I just love this picture, and it was snapped in true haste as I was speed-walking down the street to keep up with my friends who were not taking pictures of every second thing they saw that day. I love the reflection of the downtown buildings in the window, and yet still getting to see the details inside the restaurant.

Most of the time, the pictures are clear and sharp, as long as you have a sure and steady hand and the right light.

Moving targets (hello, children!) and bad lighting are the toughest situations I run into. It's just tough without a more advanced camera. Of course if I were to use the flash, they would be more clear, but I almost never do.

Is the detail on that barn not exquisite?! and below I absolutely love that gorgeous grass, and that you can see that humid haze over the lake in the distance.

If this toad would have worked it a little better and turned just a bit more to the right, this one would have been right on. But again, I'll say this is where the rapid-fast shooting function saved me. A second later that toad was on the deck.

Overall, I give my handy little point and shoot an...

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What a great review about a sweet camera! Daniel and my first camera was a Nikon Coolpix and we loved it. That camera blew our socks off!

Thank you Megan for gracing my blog with your beautiful presence!

Remember to check out Megan's blog - she has fantastic news for you if you love Sherwin-William's paint!

Pictures of Eliza's chubby cheeks are in the post below this one! Just keep on scrollin'....

Happy day to you!

Drunk on baby smell..

2008-11-03T20:48:00.009-06:00

Not that I have ever been drunk, because I have not. Not even close. But, smelling Eliza today after her morning nap.... I was just gone. Lost in the sweet smell of her. And her cheeks, so warm and so incredibly soft; I thought I was going to melt right into the floor. I pretty much did, but on the way down I had the presence of mind to grab my camera so I could snap a few photos of my freshly woken up girl.

Those cheeks... I munch on them all day long.

I love everything about this photo. I love the way Eliza always drinks with her cups backwards; it cracks me up, I love her sweet pajamas especially because they were a gift from Ginger, I love her wrist rolls, and how you can almost feel how intensely soft her cheeks are just from looking at them. She slays me. I am completely lost to her.

After I somewhat recovered from the cheek incident of November 3, 2008 I went on to finish out my incredibly productive day. I baked four big pumpkins (tomorrow I puree and freeze), I made bread and rolls, made a good dent in the laundry, ate some cherry pie that I had made yesterday evening, roasted pumpkin seeds, did massive amounts of dishes, made dinner, successfully pinned my first prefold diaper...

Whoa... Can we stop right there and talk about this diaper pinning accomplishment?

Good.

It took me ten minutes to get that diaper successfully on my baby girl. Eliza was the perfect subject. Me, not the perfect pinner. I had used two diapers because I was afraid one wouldn't be enough. I can safely say that from now on one will most certainly be enough. You try pinning through six layers of diaper! Actually I had to fold the top over so it was nine layers of diaper.

No simple thing, my friends.

But I did it, though I do believe I broke out in a sweat before it was over. I definitely felt like I had done something great when it was all said and done.

Fine, so it's no Nobel Prize but still, it was big for me. You show me a Nobel Prize winner who swishes out dirty diapers in the toilet without wanting to hurl.

Anyways, go me.

Oh, add on to that productive day list that I cleaned the bottom half of my house too. I did not, however, make my bed (that is on the untouched top half of my house). But I will. I absolutely can not lay down to sleep in my bed if I have not made it. I'm so weird.

Another successful day in the NaBloPoMo arena. Tomorrow look for a camera review post. This one is on a sweet little point and shoot!!

Last thing, I promise. As for another Vblog.... I made one the other day but smack dab in the middle of it I got the hiccups. Go ahead, you can laugh, it was very funny. It would have been even more hilarious if I had posted it. I re-made it later in the day when I experienced a small break in the hiccups but when I went to retrieve my video camera.... I discovered the batteries had died some time during the recording session.

I gave up. But, I will post another one, never fear. They are such fun, aren't they!

Ciao, friends!

*Post from 1 year ago today: The View From Our Hotel Room

That Time of Year

2008-11-02T23:03:00.003-06:00

It's that pumpkin pie for breakfast time of year again! This year I have yet another peter, peter pumpkin eater with rosebud lips to feed. Eliza loves pumpkin pie! Okay, Eliza loves just about any food you put in front of her, well, except biscuits. She doesn't dig the biscuits.

More for me.

Do you know the best part about the most recent pumpkin pie I made? The pumpkin was free! I got five pumpkins from the library - no, they aren't on loan - they had made up a psuedo pumpkin patch for the storytime kids to walk through and pick out a pumpkin in. Judah and Eliza each got one pumpkin, but then because of the excess we were able to take one more for each of the kids. This means LOTS of pumpkin in my freezer for muffins, bread, and pie all winter long. Yum!

It's also that "fall back" time of year again. This first day of gaining an hour always feels to me like the absolute longest day of the year. Technically that particular day is in June but I would beg to differ. My goodness! I thought bedtime was never going to come. I am one tired girl. It probably doesn't help that we packed a whole lot of living into the last two days. But, it was a nice weekend with plenty of good things being accomplished. In fact, as of now you can walk from one end of our garage to the other without risking life and limb doing so. And if you think I am joking I can assure you I am not. Our garage was a death-trap.

Well... my eyes are burning and I keep finding myself staring off into space so I am going to wrap this day up. See ya tomorrow!

As an aside: I'm pretty good about posting nearly every day on here but just for kicks I joined in on the NaBloPoMo (on my sidebar). Joining means that I must blog every day for the month of November. I'm up for the challenge - are you? Let me know if you joined in also; I'd love to be NaBloPoMo buddies with you!

*Post from 1 year ago today: Today

There's only one Judah...

2008-11-01T23:27:00.009-05:00

First off... I hope you like black and white photos because I'm about to overload you with an absence of color.

Next...

Don't you just love lazy Saturday mornings? Lately we've been having this Saturday morning party on our bed; it's a pile of kids and two (tired) happy parents. I love the laughter and the giggles. And that crazy tickle monster always joins us; his appearance never fails to elicit lots of loud and enthusiastic squeals.

It's quite the party, I tell ya. There's limbs and hair and sheepskins galore! I very much look forward to Saturday mornings.

This particular morning Judah really captured my attention; and since he was willing to stick around and let me photograph him I exploited my chance. He never lets me photograph him without a fuss. Never ever. This morning... no fuss! I didn't stop to question him I just started snapping away.

He's my little thumb-sucker. As long as Judah has his thumb, he is alright. Having his sheep skin and his thumb.... this combo guarantees peace and relative quiet.

It's a constant thing. The thumb-sucking.

Still sucking his thumb but now we have the mirror! And a "fuzzy" being twirled in his nostril!

Hey, I don't get to choose the comfort methods of my children.

Forget the fuzzy! A finger shoved up his nose will work just fine.
This a common look for Judah. I've told him twelve thousand three hundred and eighty-two times how gross it is. He couldn't care less.

Everybody knows there no friend quite like the one in the mirror.

Oh, hey cutie! How did you sneak in here?! Come over here so Mama can eat those cheeks....

I love me some Judah. But, I am ever so thankful to have just one two year old. This little mirror session gave me a glimpse of what it would look like to have twin Judahs. No thanks. I'll keep my crazy level right where it is, thankssoverymuch.

Bye Judah-man (get it? Ju-da-MAN. Anyways.) Thanks for making my morning bright by holding (somewhat) still so I could capture the thumb-sucking, finger-in-the-nose, sheepskin snugglin', sweetness that is you.

By the way, you rock the Thomas the Train pajamas. Nobody can wear 'em quite like you. Love you, Stud.

*Post from 1 year ago: Chocolate, Reading, and Not Much Else (Can someone transport me back there, please.)

*Post from 2 years ago today: Appalled

Photography Assignment 4

2008-10-31T09:28:00.003-05:00

I struggled with this assignment; overthought was the culprit, I think. And a lack of parameters. My professor simply said "lines, textures, and patterns." There were specific guidelines, no do this, but don't do this...

I took tons of pictures most of which I tossed because I hated them. Even the ones I did submit I didn't love; thankfully, my teacher thought they were great.

I digress, I do really like the photo of Eve's braid.

Next assignment is "reflections and shadows." I'm sure am glad I have two weeks for that one!

Here are the photos I submitted.... remember it was lines, patterns, and textures:

A vase full of fettuccine. Because, why should flowers be the only thing to occupy a vase?

Simply a line of crayons. That pink one, she's such a rebel.

Eve's beautiful hair, channeling a bit of the French that day.

*Post from yesterday: Tuesday Recipe - Mexican Rice and Beans (YUM!)

Camera Guide Blog-style Part One: The Rebel

2008-10-29T22:47:00.004-05:00

Let us begin this bloggy style camera guide! My initial thought was to comprise all of the reviews into one post, but, because everyone did such a stellar job in their reviews I am going to post them one by one.

We are going to start with my very funny and entertaining friend Amanda from My not so extraordinary but always exciting life. Amanda shoots with a Canon Rebel; you should see the things this girl can do with her camera! Make sure you check out her blog and her photography site: Amanda Slakes Photography; she's got skills.

I now give the floor to Amanda....

I first entered into my love affair with cameras and photography when I was about 15. My dad let me use his 1970 something Minolta to mess around with and taught me everything that he knew about using it. When I was 20 I had a really great job and very little expenses. I bought a car and had money leftover... and I thought to myself that I should really get something I have wanted for a long time but haven't been able to justify.

Enter: my very first digital camera.

It was a Canon Rebel 6.2 megapixel. It was one of the very first models and that was about 4 years ago.

At first, I was totally bummed when a newer and better model came out only 3 months after my second biggest purchase ever. But then my completely resourceful and frugal side realized a few things. I do not need to have the BEST equipment in order to make myself cool. In fact, it would be cooler to be able to do amazing things with a "sub-par" model and do my very best to make my work look as good as a newer model.

I am still working with the original Rebel and have actually started a photography business using only this camera. I have plans to upgrade to the Canon 5D very soon. In fact, maybe even this week! When I decided to be happy with what I had instead of wishing for something more, I made a promise to myself that if I were to buy a new model, I needed to have a legitimate list of reasons this current camera was limiting me.

So here are my list of pros and cons about the Rebel (at least the model I have, the Rebels have gotten phenomenally more advanced in the last couple years and I would honestly recommend the purchase of one to anyone who is interested in learning more about photography and the more technical side to it.)

Pros:

Cost - Honestly, I don't think you can find a more capable digital SLR for less. Right now, you can get the Rebel XTI or XSI for around $600. It's a nice chunk but seriously, when I bought mine, it was $1000!

Features - The Rebel models that are out now are so advanced from the last few years it's really ridiculous. There's always more to be had, but if you go to epinions.com and read the customer reviews. This model is a phenomenal option for an amateur photographer looking to learn more and has enough potential to carry you into the realm of professional if you want to!

Cons:

My personal list of cons actually is very outdated since the fact remains that the upgrades over the years have actually taken care of what I don't like about my camera. But here they are anyways, my personal list of grievances against my camera ;)

- it only shoots 4 frames in a burst. And then it shuts down for about 15 seconds while it tries to write all that info on the card.

- I used a 4 gig card in it when I went to Mexico and before the card was even half-full the camera started wigging out and turning on and off because it didn't have the capability to handle that much info at once.

- I don't like the controls on the back and how they are set up (which is a canon thing, but I've gotten used to it, and the higher than Rebel models are laid out differently)

However, all these things aside, I truly love my camera. It has brought me so far and I am so thankful that I had the opportunity to buy it 4 years ago.

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I hope you all enjoyed reading Amanda's review as much as I did. The Canon Rebel is a GREAT first digital SLR camera as you can clearly see from Amanda's description.

Next up is my friend Sarah; she has the Canon Rebel XT which was also my first camera. Look for Sarah's review to be posted soon!

Three just may be the ticket

2008-10-28T21:06:00.004-05:00

Cute cup. Yummy coffee.

Cuter boy drinking the yummy coffee.

Two has been rough. Seriously. Judah's second year of life has felt like the longest year of my life.

You all know I am crazy in love with Judah, but whoa... that child has put me through my paces as a mother. He's not strong-willed. I know that much; but man oh man, is that boy stubborn.

Kind of like someone else I know.

That.... would be me.

There are some things that Judah has absolutely no convictions about. Then, there are other things that the child will not budge on. His conviction about that certain point, whether it be wearing his shoes on the right feet or saying the dinner prayer, runs deep. And he is willing to fight the battle necessary to follow through on what he believes.

Year two may have been really rough but I have a good feeling about three. I think year three is going to be a great time in Judah's life (optimism at it's finest!). I can already see the changes that this new, almost here, year is going to bring. I can see things clicking with him and it's exciting! He is starting to see that there are reasons why I tell him to do certain things; he is putting two and two together and coming up with four! It's amazing to see his face light up when the words I am saying actually make sense to him.
I get so excited with each victory he grabs hold of. I love seeing him get things. Yes, there are still plenty of tantrums and obstinate moments, especially on days like today where there was no nap. And, while there may not have been a nap, today was accident free, victorious potty training day! I'll take that over a nap any day of the week.

I can hardly wait to make Judah that strawberry birthday cake he asks for every night. And I sure am looking forward to seeing three slightly chubby fingers being held up when he is asked for his age.

T-minus 30 days....

*Post from 1 year ago today: Random bits of good news

*Post from 2 years ago today: A Driving Contradiction

Eliza - 10 months

2008-10-27T10:19:00.004-05:00

I swore I wouldn't forget to put Eliza's ten month post up; I took pictures, I wrote paragraph after paragraph in my head... and then, I forgot. The tyranny of the urgent can be so all-encompassing. You know?

Back to our Lu-Lu... Ten months! Can you believe it? I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that we are staring down the big "One." But, I try not to think about it so we're going to move on.

Eliza is my little heart; she is beautiful and funny; she is adventurous, determined, independent yet she needs plenty of snuggles, and hugs, and kisses. She likes to strike out on her own but don't even think about going too far because every few minutes she's going to need a love re-fill. Hugs, hugs, hugs. That's the name of her game. She nestles her head under my neck and fills up the love tank. For both of us.

Eliza is a permanent fixture on my hip; we cook, we clean, we fold laundry, we walk, we talk, we eat, we shop... everything is done with her on my hip. I am an expert at working one-handed. I don't mind a bit; she's the perfect hip partner.

Okay, for the stats:

One tooth with another well on it's way.

Standing almost on her own

Pulls up on everything whether it's stable or not.

Climbs the stairs

Eats everything under the sun

Wearing twelve month clothing

A crawling fool

Happy as a clam.

And so are we because she's our girl.

*Post from 1 year ago (yesterday): Our Free Day

*Post from 2 years ago today: Family Photos