The good (brainwash part 4)

I will never regret going through basic training. I got to do a lot of things that I wouldn't normally have had a chance.

I met some very interesting people (that's the nice way to see weird) I am only in contact with one still, but she blogs. So check her out. Parental Advisory though, its an advice column, if you know what I mean. eh eh eh. Anywho.....

I got to shoot semi-automatic weapons. Weapon is another brainwashing term, you were not allowed to say gun. We never had to do that fun little rhyme from Full Metal Jacket. I guess in that context, technically I don't have a gun. Again, I digress. I was a terrible shot. Be glad I was never called upon to defend my country with firepower. It might have something to do with my BCG's though. My dad being a southern man who owns many guns was thoroughly disappointed about that.

I also got to throw a live grenade. It was one of the last things we had to do to graduate. The process is nerve wracking. We were lined up in a bunker with tiny windows, so you couldn't see a whole lot, but you could sure hear a lot. One person would go out and after a while you'd hear a big boom. When it was my turn, they had a wall set up that the drill sergeant stood behind and he gave you your instructions and gave you the grenade. We were supposed to hit this ragged dummy on a stand. I threw it as hard as I could. The drill sergeant looked a little panicked and made me duck down further. Apparently as he so kindly informed me. I throw like a girl. I barely cleared the damn wall. I didn't care, I was too excited to have done that at all, and that now I was going to graduate. If you didn't you got to go back to the processing station until a platoon got to the part where you failed and you get to go back in. I didn't have to do that. Dance.

We also got to use bayonets on the end of our weapon. We did this field course where we had to jump through hoops, crawl through ditches and stab some more ragged dummies. All the while we had to scream inspiring things like "Blood Blood Blood makes the green grass grow!" I was practically hysterical the whole time. It was so much fun and ridiculous at the same time.

During our FTX (field exercises) we did my favorite thing ever. FTX is where they march you out to the "fields" and you pretend like you are at war. You sleep in pup tents with your battle buddy and you have to dig a fox hole. The drill sergeant tells you where to dig. Our lucky spot was undiggable, it was rocky ground. Even the drill sergeant gave up when we asked for help. So when they would tell us we had to be on alert, we're supposed to get in our foxholes with our weapons and wait. So my battle buddy and I had to crouch down so we wouldn't just be hanging out in a knee high hole in the ground. Then my buddy got the flu, so I had to crouch by myself the rest of the time. Then we did nightfire exercise. The coolest thing I have ever experienced. In the middle of the night they take you to this huge sand pit. First there's waiting of course. We had to be in a battle ready position on the ground with our weapons for a long time. I would rest the front of my helmet on my sight and doze off. I always say the most useful thing I learned is how to sleep on an M-16 while still looking like I was on alert. Again, aren't you glad that I was never called on to truly defend our country?

So they line you up at the edge of the sand pit. It is huge, like football field huge. It may not have even been that big, but it was the middle of the night and they told us we had to low crawl across the whole thing while being fired at. So it looked really big! It had a tower in the middle where the firing would come from and a big pit in the middle which I think had speakers where all the explosion sounds came from. It sounds low tech but believe me it was pretty insane to a scared and half asleep soldier in the dark.

When you low crawl you have your whole body stomach first flat on the ground, and have to pull yourself along with your hands, but we had M-16's so we had to cradle them to our chests and use our elbows. They also told us that if we lose any of our uniform in the dirt that we would be punished for it. So they have us start crawling. Almost immediately my canteen came off and I stopped to get it. I looped my finger through it and continued crawling. After a couple of feet it was pinching my finger so hard it was going numb. But I was not going to lose that damn thing! I look back and probably could have just left it and taken the punishment. By then I was no stranger to push ups. It was so amazing. They told us not to stand because we would get hit, (again I think it was probably much higher then that now that I think of it, but we were brainwashed man!) But looking up, it was strangely beautiful. These lights streaking across the sky above you and the tower looming out of all the smoke and dust. I got to the end and was so relieved to have made it and really proud of myself too. I actually felt like a soldier then.

I know that if I had been in a real battle situation that it wouldn't have been "cool" or "beautiful." It would have still been surreal though I think. But I was lucky and never had to experience the real thing and can just enjoy the memories of the fake ones.

The white stuff

So if you know anyone in Texas, I'm sure you've already hear all about it. But it snowed and stuck!
I have only seen snow here twice in my life. I lived in VA and NJ for a while so I've seen snow, but not really here. The first time I was in elementary school.

We had to drive up north to my job because its open enrollment for the insurance, and I had to go fill out paperwork. We decided that for once we could afford to put all three girls on the insurance. We're so grown up! We use to have them on CHIPS. (damn socialists ;) But we don't
have to rely on the government. We're excited
anyway.

We also had to stop and visit Grandma in the hospital. (Her stint in her kidney's was blocked, one thing after another I tell you) But the girls were asleep, so we waited in the car for Daddy. I was playing with the MP3 player when I look up and Daddy is standing next to my window with
a snowball. He threw it splat against my window.

Of course that wasn't going to stand! I got out and we preceded to have a snowball war! Okay about 10 minutes of us being silly in the hospital parking lot while the girls slept in the car. I have never had a snowball fight. Daddy hit the nail on the head when he said it
was like from a romantic comedy. There should have been a bouncy love song playing. It was fantastic. I had a permanent grin on my face.

So not only did we have snow (that stuck) but I got to have a snowball fight with my best friend. I love when things happen, and you know immediately that it will be a cherished memory forever.

Of course it being Texas, it was gone by the evening and the nesxt day was shorts weather. But it was great while it lasted!

The bad and the ugly, Brainwash part 3

I'd like to give you an idea of what I looked like because unfortunately I don't have any pictures. My dad does and I was planning on emailing him to see if he could send me some, but until then, you will have to use your imagination. You know what camos look like hopefully. We didn't have those fun new pixelated ones it was just regular old camo. And in BT they deliberately give you bigger sizes then you need so you all look like one shapeless sack. No curves here. And also I wear glasses, so I had BCGs. Birth Control Goggles. Birth Control because they are so ugly. They were coke bottle thick, brown, square and took up most of my face. Let me tell you. I was the sex!

Like I said in the previous two posts (here and here) I was a pretty terrible soldier. My philosophy was to not call attention to myself. Whether that meant not showing off or not being bad. I was totally down with mediocrity if it meant the drill sergeants ignored me. Unfortunately I just tended to get into trouble. Such is my life.

My biggest problem was fraternization. In BT you could not be alone with a male. That's another brainwashing term "male" and "female." You didn't say boy or girl or woman, because, I guess, someone might take offense, and to make us seem more "every soldier". But anyways you also had to both have a battle buddy. So I had to have my female battle buddy and any male I was with had to have his own male battle buddy.

Something about me is that I am very scatterbrained and I'd rather hang out with guys then girls any day. Girls tend to think I'm a bitch. (I can't imagine why.) So, I would get caught up talking to a guy and either forget that I didn't have my buddy with me, or my buddy would leave and I wouldn't notice! So I did a *lot* of push-ups for that. Then I started getting little notes from another soldier. Being 17 and a girl I was of course flattered and flaunted the rules. We passed notes a couple of times and then a drill sergeant found out. They actually read one of the letters out loud at a platoon meeting, then called me out in front of everyone. That was so embarrassing.

Let me tell you the worst thing that happened. My cousin sent me a postcard, and on the postcard he wrote some game rules. Like drinking games and such. I still don't know why he thought I would have use for that in basic training. But one of them was called "Nazi" and had rules for some sort of cigarette game where you see who can hold their ash longer or something. But all the drill sergeants saw was "Rules for Nazi." I got interrogated on where I was from, if I had any tattoos. I was a little white girl, from the south no less. After the questioning it all seemed to die down. Thank goodness because I am the last thing from a Nazi. One drill sergeant seemed to not believe me and had it out for me. He had me in tears once when accusing me of being a racist. It was terrible and I wanted to kill my cousin!

Those are some of the bad things I had to experience. I'm off to email my Dad and see if I can get some proof for you guys!

Stupid hormones.

I use to never cry! Seriously I thought something was wrong with me. I had a cold icy heart, I was sure of it. Then I had a baby. and everything made me cry. Even good things.

For example we were watching the news and in New Zealand a kiwi had lost one of its legs. So Weta the people who did all the special effects for Lord of the Rings, made him a little prosthetic leg. Isn't that the sweetest thing. Which is exactly what I said through my tears. My husband teases me about it. I cry at movies, especially romantic comedies. And I of course cry at silly chain letters like this one.

picture is from tumblr. isn't he cute? this didn't make me cry, don't worry.

*Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby..... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

*Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct ... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

*Somebody said being a mother is boring ....somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

*Somebody said if you're a 'good' mother, your child will 'turn out good'.... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee

*Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... somebody doesn't have two children

*Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.... somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten ... or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'

You know what else makes me cry. That I lost a follower. I hope that I didn't offend them, but more likely I bored them to death. Ah, well such is life. It's hump day and its almost over. Rejoice!

Oh my aching back (Brainwashed Part Deux)

So I am back with my self-indulgent trip down memory lane. Thanks for participating in indulging me.
All that summer I got up "early" to go running at the beach. It had to be early because summer in South Texas is not fit for human habitation, much less running. I say I ran but I did (and still do) this high stepping walk thing. So it looks like I am running in slow motion. Very. slow. motion. And I took a lot of walking breaks. But I was trying to make sure BT wasn't a total shock to my system.
So in August I went back to MEPS, same hotel, same sleepless night, same wake up call, same standing in line. (you can read about it in detail here) But, lo and behold, they have lost my file! Am I sure I didn't go to MEPS in San Antonio? Ummm...no I can't tell the difference between a one hour drive to Houston and a four hour drive to San Antonio. I also cannot read street signs. Are you sure you want me in the Army? So they for some reason unbeknowst to anyone my file was at MEPS in San Antonio. I got to sit at MEPS all day and watch CHIPS reruns or a logging competition in the waiting room. Decisions, decisions. Then they tell me that I get to come back tomorrow! Oh awesome.
The next day things went without a hitch and I got on the plane to Fort Jackson, South Carolina. Fort Jackson basically only exists for Basic Training. It was the first one to do co-ed BT. Back then it had a reputation for being easier than the others. When you tell other soldiers who went to, say, Fort Bragg, they tend to scoff slightly. I'm sure they mean it in a nice way.
You first go to a processing station, because just like the doctors office the Army overbooks. There were people there just sitting in limbo for months! I was terrified I was going to be stuck there doing nothing all day. They would have us just sit outside in rows, and randomly yell at us off and on. I was lucky I only stayed there for a week. Then on to my Battalion.
I joined the Black Lions battalion and the Warriors platoon. The name of your battalion is a very big deal. Because it becomes your response to everything. Someone asks how you are. "Black Lions, Drill Sergeant." It didn't matter how you felt. They ask you to do something "Black Lions, Drill Sergeant" You get permission to do something "Black Lions, Drill..." Okay you get the idea. It got to the point where you would say it to your Grandma on the phone. You also couldn't ask to go to the bathroom. You had to say "May I utilize the latrine" Again something you said even when you got out and were hanging out with your cousins. Also for a Sergeant you stand at parade rest, and an officer you stand at Attention. Of course officers are higher ranking. But trust me, you had way more respect for your drill sergeant then some random officer you saw. So after that I would always stand at parade rest for my Dad or any person of authority without even realizing. I told you it was brainwashing. And you of course referred to everyone by their last name. I don't think I even knew most people's first names. You were assigned a partner who was referred to as a battle buddy. I had this tiny little girl who was named "Song" You referred to everyone as a battle buddy. A girl could not be alone with a male without her battle buddy. If you were it would be considered "fraternizing." I became very familiar with that word. But more on that later.
I always said that the hardest part about Basic was not the physical stuff, or the mean Drill Sergeants. But living with 59 other females. I do not get along with many women. I'm kind of a bitch and I own this. But it didn't make me many friends there. Also girls are gross! They will steal your dirty drawers right out of the shower, even though you wrote your name on them! Also there were some girls who had to be forced to shower by the Drill Sergeants. One girl would just go get wet and that's it. No soap, nothing. For 9 weeks. Grody.
The physical therapy (PT) was pretty terrible at first. I could do like 10 sit ups, couldn't even do one decent push up and the first time we did the two mile run, it took me thirty minutes. Everyone in the battalion was standing around waiting for me to be done. It was pretty embarrassing. But it got better, I actually started to like running. I figured that if I just didn't stop running then I would get in under time. And it worked. I even helped a fellow battle buddy pass her final PT test by pacing her.
I don't want to make these posts too long, so I will give you more later.
The picture is Kristen Stewart. You'll recognize her for her astonishingly bad acting in Twilight. I did not look like that in my uniform. Not even close.

I was brainwashed Part 1

I was a Specialist in the Army. Don't get all excited, it doesn't mean I specialized in anything its just a ranking right below Sergeant. In fact I was a pretty terrible soldier all said and done.

Most people that knew me then were surprised and confused when I joined. Even people that know me now are shocked when they find out I was in. I'm not really the joiner type, especially when physical activity is involved. I knew my dad wasn't going to be able to pay for college by himself and I spent more time skipping then studying. (Does it vouch for my intelligence that I was skipping AP classes? Or does it just mean I'm even dumber?) So I didn't think I would get a scholarship. I went down to the counselor offices just to talk. Seriously... just to talk to the recruiter. Next thing I knew I was at MEPS in Houston, TX. (Military Entrance Processing Station) I don't know why recruitment levels are low, they should get that guy to do it. Seriously he's magical!

So my recruiter drove me up the day before and I had to take the ASVAB. Its how they decide if your stupid enough to be in the military. They give it in school, but remember that whole skipping thing? I passed. Whew.

That night I stayed at a big pink motel in the ghetto. It had the most terrifying elevator ever, I was sure I was gonna die in the annals of a Pepto Bismal basement when the wires snapped. Its where all the new recruits headed to MEPS and the ones headed to BT (basic training) stay the night before. So imagine a bunch of 17-20 yr olds with no supervision, this being the last night of freedom for half of them. There was no sleeping! Everyone sat outside, not doing anything too crazy since we all had to pee in a cup the next morning.

There are two types of people who were there. The people who were excited to go. Wearing their chosen branches t-shirt and hat and fanny pack. And people like me, who were just confused. Honestly I was a little excited. My philosophy in life has always been to try anything once. And it seemed like an adventure.

So there's a third group, the group with no social skills. But that's everywhere. One guy opened a conversation by informing me that if he sat on his hand long enough, he could masturbate and it felt like someone else was doing it. oooookay! So glad they are going to give you a gun!

They then wake you up at 4AM. I was 17. I did not wake up anywhere close to 4AM, ever. More like went to bed at 4AM. So needless to say I was exhausted. So your way tired and then you spend the rest of the day standing in line,waiting to be being poked and prodded. They give you a card that gets a signature next to each station. You have a cursory gyno exam, ear exam (one girl got sent home because she had too much wax in her ear! Seriously! Gross.) hearing exam, teeth, eye, etc etc. Then you have to go through all the security clearance stuff. This was before 9/11. So I'm sure that part is much more intense then it was then. Then you sit in the hallway and wait to choose your job. I had dreams of doing glamorous things like spying or doing military intelligence. Being stationed in foreign countries. By the time I got in with the job counselor it was 6 in the evening. I was wiped out. I basically pointed and said "That one." I was now the proud member of the Transportation Corp. To be exact I was a Transportation Management Coordinator. I know. fancy! Uhhh yeah sure. I did data entry and was a dispatcher.

This was in October of my senior year. So they gave me a date in July to return and do it all again, then get bundled onto a plane to go to BT.

...to be continued.

I smell like sour milk.

Typing this one handed while I hang out with Bliss. I never mentioned it before but she has a problem with her nose. They think that her sinuses just didn't open up all the way. We have to take her to an ENT, but there's a month wait. So we are waiting. Usually its not too bad, but she has days (like today) where its worse, and her little eyes panic when she can't get a full breath. It hurts my heart. But they said it may be something that fixes itself naturally or its an easy fix. Easy fix from a doctor means I cry and she cries usually. That's what happened when Sweet Pea got tubes in her ears. Lots of crying and waiting.

So as for the Grandma situation. it was her unchecked high blood pressure. *whew* Not that having high blood pressure to the point of seizures is a good thing but its definitely better then the alternative. So they are putting her on a higher dose of blood pressure meds and she gets to come home in the next couple of days. Thanks for all your good vibes. They worked!

I would like to rant for a moment about how I got woken up this morning. As you are aware I have a newborn baby, who gets up a lot in the middle of the night. She has a pattern, she gets up between 6-7, eats then passes out for another couple of hours. I set the three year old up with a dvd in our room and then nap with Miss Bliss. So at 11:00 I get woken up to frantic knocking and doorbell ringing. I had someone stalking me for a little while so when I am home alone, I don't answer the door to people I don't know. But they kept knocking so I went downstairs and tentatively opened the door. With no explanation my niece, Ducky gets carried in by what turns out to be her teacher and principal. They let me know in a very annoyed tone that she hadn't had her meds this morning and can't handle herself.
"Did you call her parents?" is my first response. And again rudely they say yes they did and they said to bring her here. I'm like okay, still confused and half asleep. I start to close the door and as they are walking away one of them says "It is her home." So I reopen the door and tell them that they don't need to be rude to me. So the principal (all while texting on her f-ing Iphone) proceeds to talk to me like I am a child. "This family is sick and they need your help" Is this family sick? Really? Last time I checked I was a part of it and last time I checked every afternoon I take care of 5 kids. All I kept saying was "You don't need to be rude to me" She responded by saying "Maybe we all need to sit down and have a meeting." Uhh no I don't need a meeting, I need you to stop being a bitch. (Not said out loud of course) Then she walks off saying "I'll just call Grandma and Grandpa" I'm like you do that. After they leave, the 6 year old who is sooo bad they had to restrain her and carry her in, apologized for her principal being rude. How sad is that!
Sorry so long, just needed to vent about that one. I was fuming about it all day.

Again another fabulous picture from tumblr!

Virtual Hugs

I just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate your comments and well wishes. It really made me feel good that so many people got what I was trying to say.

We still don't know what's going on exactly. They have a lot of theories but nothing real yet. They gave her an MRI last night so hopefully we'll know something today.

I apparently have enough of a following that I have been getting spam comments. I have chosen to take this as a sign of successful blogging. But I have changed my comments to needing approval. I hope that doesn't put anyone off.

I love this picture from tumblr. Hope everyone had a great President's Day weekend. Or regular weekend if your not in America.

Coping Skills

Sometimes thinks can be okay and beautiful. Petty things can concern you, until the wave comes and knocks down your fragile little teacup tower.

My mother and father in law live with us. My husband owns the house technically but we wouldn't make the mortgage without them. I always feel like I have to explain that to make sure that people don't think we live in my husband's mom's basement with our three kids. No, we're mostly grown up. Or we play one on TV. My two nephews and one niece also live here because Grandma takes care of them. We have a seriously full house.

Believe me it can be very irritating. Just two hours ago I called my husband at work to complain about something. But usually they are one of the foundations in our family. They help with the kids, bills and food. And vica versa. When one side of the house is up it helps the other side. And we are stronger and more loving because of it.

Grandma just got diagnosed with cervical cancer. She is terrified of doctors and I have been telling her to go to her yearly exam since I met her. Oddly I was more worried about breast cancer, I never even thought of cervical. But she ended up having to go to the ER because of bleeding and pain. That's where they found it. Sometimes my husband and I feel like we are in the dark. Grandpa has congestive heart failure and emphysema. They both don't want to face that either one of them could be sick, so they tend to not really probe for information from the doctors. So Grandma will have an appointment somewhere to do something and have no clue why or what it's for.

She's going through stage 2 chemo, and her doctors have been very hopeful. Saying its shrinking faster then he expected and she may be done after this round. She's even been feeling better! Moving around and eating fried chicken.

Today she had a seizure and passed out. So Grandpa called the ambulance and they are at the hospital. We don't really know anything yet. It may not be a big deal, it may just be a side effect of the chemo. I really don't know. But it just made me think and I wanted to share.

Maybe its too much to share with Internet strangers. I'm not looking for sympathy or anything. Although if you have a couple of extra prayers or good vibes we could always use those. I am a big believer in healthy coping skills and that's all I'm doing. Getting it out, so I can cope with it.

Grandma is an insanely strong woman with a very big heart. She can do this and so can we because we are together. Now excuse me I have eleventy thousand kids to deal with right now! ;)

Don't be bitter.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Try not to succumb to the annual bitterness that so many get bogged down in. Just try to remember good things and that love doesn't just mean a significant other. Give your cats a a valentine even!

i carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate

(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world

(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart

(i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings

*for my husband*

Healthy, Wealthy and Wise

My Top Ten (give or take a few) Reasons to Lose Weight.

I recently read an article that said to make a list of the top ten reasons to lose weight and look to them for inspiration. So here it is. I couldn't think of ten good reasons so here's my 6 reasons. The first four could really be combined into one. But I stretched it out a little.






I would like to be able to play with my girls and also be a good example to them, so they are my top three. From youngest to oldest.




Bliss





Sweet Pea (favorite picture of her and my hubby. She's victorious!)






















Peanut.









My beautiful husband. I know that he will still love me no matter what but I really would like him to want the lights on and not have to compliment me through his teeth. (I don't think I'm that big yet but it could happen. I like me some carbs!) (and that's right he's a filmmaker, an award winning one)














My diabetes. I will always be diabetic. But since I have type 2 I can lose just 10% of my body fat and be able to regulate my blood sugars with minimal effort and without medication. Yeah for not enabling the insurance companies








Oh and clothes of course. I want to be able to shop anywhere and find something that fits. Like this super cute naval outfit. Although my boobs won't look that nice no matter how in shape I am ;)














And last but not least. Summer and cute vintage swimsuits!

What are you inspirations?

Its our loss

Lee Alexander Mcqueen died today. The way he died its suspected that he committed suicide, but they haven't officially ruled a cause of death just yet. Its sad that someone who gave us such visions of beauty was so sad in his head. His designs were amazing, and I have always coveted them. (Far outside my Target budget) He also did a lot of couture. (Read:unwearable by normal people, but works of art) It is absolutely our loss to lose someone who knew how to make a woman feel like a princess.

A red feather wedding dress. That's right, feathers and red, on your wedding day.

I love the netting on this one.

This one makes me think of a melancholy bird about to take flight

An experiment

Using the Real Thing

Bear with me. I am experimenting with using HTML instead of the very irritating composer. It is a pain to add pictures.

1. practice
2. practice
3. practice

In case your interested I used this website HTML dog.


A random inspiring picture


That's as good as it gets so far. I will post something real tomorrow or Wednesday. Thanks for indulging me. If you have any good websites for helping me learn how, feel free to send them my way. Thanks again.

A giveaway!

I highly recommend you stop by Some like it Vintage today because she is doing a giveaway! And is a really great one. Its the above Le Crueset "Petite Blueberry Casserole" Its such a pretty color and it goes right in the oven. How cool is that? Okay I'm done gushing.

All you have to do is click on the above link and leave a comment on that post, and you can even blog about it for an extra entry. As you can see, something I'm doing! Also stay awhile and read her blog, cause she's fabulous even when not giving away prizes!

(on a side real world note, both monsters are asleep at the same time! I should be sleeping too huh? oh well. The oldest monster will be home soon so they won't be asleep for long. Also every time my husband gets home they get completely nutbar just from his sheer presence!)

Viewer discretion advised

I love Anthony Bourdain. I have a huge foodie crush on him. I read Kitchen Confidential while in culinary school, and he spoke to me. (to use a trite and overused phrase) He just told it like it is, what its really like to work in a kitchen. Since then I have read all his other books, his blog and of course watched No Reservations on the Travel Channel. I just love his irreverent attitude and that he doesn't care about making other people mad. But he always gives credit where its due. He's not just always grumpy. He wrote a blog complaining about Rachel Ray and how she makes him want to kill puppies. (I love Rachel Ray btw) and she sent him a fruit basket with a note about how she doesn't want any puppies killed. And his next blog was a thank you to her and an apology, albeit begrudgingly. Here's some pictures. I found a hilarious picture of him half naked with a soup bone strategically placed. (if you know what I mean) But honestly wasn't sure if it would be offensive. Maybe I shouldn't care, since its my blog but I do, a little bit. So if you want to see it just go google him. Then I thought that no one was offended by Sabina Kelly half-naked, but there's that double-edged sword you know.

In the real world, I am enjoying my maternity leave very much. I actually get to spend time with my husband and my daughters. I am a terrible housewife though, all I did yesterday was make the beds. I forgot to put Bliss's moses basket up for the night when we went to bed so the cat slept in it and I had to wash it. I threw some other clothes in with it, so that means that so far today all I've done is start, not even transferred to dryer yet, a load of laundry. But it's only noon, I have time to do more. Luckily my husband is amazing or we'd be tripping over dirty laundry. (Oh wait, since that's my usual job, we are tripping over it!) But the house stays clean for the most part souly due to his efforts. I can't take any kind of credit.




In girl news, Bliss is doing good. Still trying to get her hunger and my boobs on the same schedule.

Sweet Pea is working on potty training and of course acting out a little due to jealousy. Today she's soaking up Grandparent love, which I think is sorely needed.

And Peanut is starting to acclimate to her new school and starting to get lots of smiley faces on her take home folder. She also got the cutest haircut ever!

Anyway that's my life so far. Thanks for reading about it.

Updates

We're home! Her first car ride. She is a great baby,
sleeps alot, which is a good thing. My husband teases me because I'm constantly checking to make sure she's still breathing. Just a little mom paranoia. Oh well!