I got the best compliment....that was intended to be an insult this morning. Not getting too far into what happened...because unlike most, I vowed to leave the drama in High School...I told her what I thought about her. I'll admit, saying things like "I'm not ____(her child's name) please don't yell at me" wasn't very kind, but I think I got my point across. When she told me how 'all I do is talk about my kids and family' I burst into laughter! I looked at Max (who herd it on speaker phone...she didn't know over all that yelling) and said "GOOD! That means I'm doing my job!". Of course he had a huge smile too....my family man.
I invest sooo much into these babies. They are my and Max's life. I was soo excited she hung up on me (actually Max at that point) because I wanted to call my Mom and tell her about that compliment as quickly as possible. I believe there is a reason people are put into my life. I learned this one was to remind me of my focus and loyalty to my family. I know what I want to be and what I don't. I can only hope she learned from me... as I did learn something positive from her.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
See 1, seen all
Oops! I wrote this yesterday and didn't post it.....
You see one, you've seen them all. What is in a Bizarre that is. Not a brazier, a Bizarre! Yeah this weekend was Yokosuka's semi-annual NEX Bizarre. Of the whole Fleet Rec parking garage there is only one vendor we actually like. We met her when I was pregnant with Bear and ever since we like to see whats she has that's new. We went to get a wooden kokeshi doll for each of the kids (I'll attach pic's when Max formats my flash card) and a Japanese tea set for Kalee. That's it! We got what we wanted and left. I don't even think kokeshi dolls are cute...but I wanted them for memories after we leave. Kalee picked out her birth month doll and I picked up a Sumo one for Bear (since he is a sumo that was born here after all). Like I said I don't even like them. Tons of people save up and go crazy at these things....I don't see why. Quite honestly I have never liked this style...and 3 years later still don't. Can you see me hanging something that was a funky color with hieroglyphics on my wall and would have to Google it to understand what it says? Um, No! Now if we were in Europe....wshew....it's on! Both Max and I are into that stuff.
Max got in last night after them taking that hunk of steel out for sea trials. Killed most of the lovely weekend. Funny how much drama happens of the pier while watching the ship moor and patiently waiting for liberty call. Really, it is. Need Entertainment? Put a couple of these psychotic Navy wives on the pier. Heck- to the right you'll find the butt kissers, up there are the mouth runners, out casters are smart because they aren't even here, and there.... if you tilt your head right you'll find the ones that can't seem to pull their heads out.
You see one, you've seen them all. What is in a Bizarre that is. Not a brazier, a Bizarre! Yeah this weekend was Yokosuka's semi-annual NEX Bizarre. Of the whole Fleet Rec parking garage there is only one vendor we actually like. We met her when I was pregnant with Bear and ever since we like to see whats she has that's new. We went to get a wooden kokeshi doll for each of the kids (I'll attach pic's when Max formats my flash card) and a Japanese tea set for Kalee. That's it! We got what we wanted and left. I don't even think kokeshi dolls are cute...but I wanted them for memories after we leave. Kalee picked out her birth month doll and I picked up a Sumo one for Bear (since he is a sumo that was born here after all). Like I said I don't even like them. Tons of people save up and go crazy at these things....I don't see why. Quite honestly I have never liked this style...and 3 years later still don't. Can you see me hanging something that was a funky color with hieroglyphics on my wall and would have to Google it to understand what it says? Um, No! Now if we were in Europe....wshew....it's on! Both Max and I are into that stuff.
Max got in last night after them taking that hunk of steel out for sea trials. Killed most of the lovely weekend. Funny how much drama happens of the pier while watching the ship moor and patiently waiting for liberty call. Really, it is. Need Entertainment? Put a couple of these psychotic Navy wives on the pier. Heck- to the right you'll find the butt kissers, up there are the mouth runners, out casters are smart because they aren't even here, and there.... if you tilt your head right you'll find the ones that can't seem to pull their heads out.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Daddy's Birthday Dinner
Taking our 22 month old out to eat is like trying to wrestle with a pig. Sheesh!
Yesterday was Max's birthday. He turned old. I made plans with our (lingering fart) friends to meet at Italian Gardens. By the way, they informed me we were the lingering farts. We got orders here first but they always moved before us....except this time...I think they are a week behind us! So, we had 4 adults and 4 kids...or better yet 4 adults, 2 opera singers that constantly debated who was right and 2 pigs that squealed while dumping water, dipping hands to find ice, and throwing the colored pencils at the wall. As we were ready to order some yummy brick oven pizzas the waitress signed no (in Japanese) and said pizza. HUH??? We went there for pizza. You cant tell us there is NO pizza. Evidently the oven broke and they couldn't fix it in time. If ya leave it to the Navy it wont be fixed until 2019 because it's not in the budget. Instead we settled for a ton of carbs. You should of seen our table. Dr Atkins would have had a heart attach looking at it. I know what your waiting for.....YES I did notify them I was upset they didn't tell us there was NO pizza as they seated us. I asked to speak to the manager....and how come the other 3 adults suck me on him? They pointed to me and said "her", "she wants to talk to you", "over there"...they just knew I'd get them a complimentary dessert....and I did!
Happy Birthday to my Husband! I don't think the man even knows my blog address...and if he does he probably reads the first line and the last, like he does with e-mails I send when he's underway. I figured out how to send something I want him to read...title it "Pic's of the Kids". I'm not too mean, I actually attach pics for him. Like me, he's a sucker for his babies!
Yesterday was Max's birthday. He turned old. I made plans with our (lingering fart) friends to meet at Italian Gardens. By the way, they informed me we were the lingering farts. We got orders here first but they always moved before us....except this time...I think they are a week behind us! So, we had 4 adults and 4 kids...or better yet 4 adults, 2 opera singers that constantly debated who was right and 2 pigs that squealed while dumping water, dipping hands to find ice, and throwing the colored pencils at the wall. As we were ready to order some yummy brick oven pizzas the waitress signed no (in Japanese) and said pizza. HUH??? We went there for pizza. You cant tell us there is NO pizza. Evidently the oven broke and they couldn't fix it in time. If ya leave it to the Navy it wont be fixed until 2019 because it's not in the budget. Instead we settled for a ton of carbs. You should of seen our table. Dr Atkins would have had a heart attach looking at it. I know what your waiting for.....YES I did notify them I was upset they didn't tell us there was NO pizza as they seated us. I asked to speak to the manager....and how come the other 3 adults suck me on him? They pointed to me and said "her", "she wants to talk to you", "over there"...they just knew I'd get them a complimentary dessert....and I did!
Happy Birthday to my Husband! I don't think the man even knows my blog address...and if he does he probably reads the first line and the last, like he does with e-mails I send when he's underway. I figured out how to send something I want him to read...title it "Pic's of the Kids". I'm not too mean, I actually attach pics for him. Like me, he's a sucker for his babies!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Try these...
It time to go through the closets not only because of the season change, that has yet to occur here in Japan, but we are preparing for the pack out in 28 days... who's counting? Here is a conversation Kalee and I had.
Me: "Come try these pants on for me."
K: (she puts them om) See, I told you they fit Mommy.
M: "Hunny, those are supposed to be pants not capri's."
K: "Oh, (she pulls them down where the crotch is mid thigh and wraps a sweater around her waist) see they look like pants now."
OH MY GOSH!!!! Where does she come up with that stuff?
Me: "Babe, you got plenty of good use out of them last year (actually 2 years, these were the ones my in-laws sent her and fit her long skinny body perfect) so we are going to pass them on"
K: "OK, I'll keep them in this box and save them for my sister."
Me: "Um what sister? This is news to me. Do you have a sister I don't know about?"
K: "No silly, you know I want 2 brothers and 2 sisters....that makes 5 of us."
Me: "So how many more brothers do you need?
K: "just one"
Just what I need...5 kids that act like....um, like.....wait - Mom, wasn't it you that hoped my kids were half as bad as I was? Thanks! I was talking to a lady at the park yesterday and she told me about a Japanese proverb.....'If you have 3 then you know what your parents went through'. Maybe Max and I should re-evaluate our intentions. Nah, we'll just split the driveway in equal sections. (I linked to that post in case you didn't get it) And to make sure everyone is crystal clear...unlike some previous posts, there is no reading between the lines in this one - NO we are not expecting an addition.
As I type this Max and Kalee are talking about Kalee wanting a farm. Max said we live in a house with a pig, horse and a cow. Curious as to who's what, I had the guts to ask. Max said he was the pig, Bear was the horse, and I was the cow....THANKS!!!! Then I thought about how much milk I have produced in the past 5 years. Yeah, he's right...I can be the cow. Kalee said she was a Monkey (what I always call her)
....and on his farm he had a Monkey- E-I-E-I-O!
Me: "Come try these pants on for me."
K: (she puts them om) See, I told you they fit Mommy.
M: "Hunny, those are supposed to be pants not capri's."
K: "Oh, (she pulls them down where the crotch is mid thigh and wraps a sweater around her waist) see they look like pants now."
OH MY GOSH!!!! Where does she come up with that stuff?
Me: "Babe, you got plenty of good use out of them last year (actually 2 years, these were the ones my in-laws sent her and fit her long skinny body perfect) so we are going to pass them on"
K: "OK, I'll keep them in this box and save them for my sister."
Me: "Um what sister? This is news to me. Do you have a sister I don't know about?"
K: "No silly, you know I want 2 brothers and 2 sisters....that makes 5 of us."
Me: "So how many more brothers do you need?
K: "just one"
Just what I need...5 kids that act like....um, like.....wait - Mom, wasn't it you that hoped my kids were half as bad as I was? Thanks! I was talking to a lady at the park yesterday and she told me about a Japanese proverb.....'If you have 3 then you know what your parents went through'. Maybe Max and I should re-evaluate our intentions. Nah, we'll just split the driveway in equal sections. (I linked to that post in case you didn't get it) And to make sure everyone is crystal clear...unlike some previous posts, there is no reading between the lines in this one - NO we are not expecting an addition.
As I type this Max and Kalee are talking about Kalee wanting a farm. Max said we live in a house with a pig, horse and a cow. Curious as to who's what, I had the guts to ask. Max said he was the pig, Bear was the horse, and I was the cow....THANKS!!!! Then I thought about how much milk I have produced in the past 5 years. Yeah, he's right...I can be the cow. Kalee said she was a Monkey (what I always call her)
....and on his farm he had a Monkey- E-I-E-I-O!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Lets get physical
Yeah-now that song is stuck in my head.
I'm amazed at how much Kalee desires to run with me. It's working! I want this family to have a physical lifestyle. We already established that "McDonalds isn't healthy", "smoke stinks and can cause cancer or kill you" and "alcohol can make you get in accidents". Funny how they pick certain sentences to remember. Even funnier when we run into someone who has McDonalds at the park and she informs them of her opinion. Next phrase will be along the lines of "exercising is good for your heart". So once again towards the end of my route I allowed her to jump out and travel along my side. She did so good! We went about a mile and even did pool hill together. At's my girl!!!
Bear also wants to get out and run. After about 10 feet into the jog he got easily distracted and started chasing a dog that was going the opposite direction. "Dog! Dog! Dog! Ah-Mah, Dog!" We quickly learned to restrict his run time to the gated playground by the seawall.
I'm amazed at how much Kalee desires to run with me. It's working! I want this family to have a physical lifestyle. We already established that "McDonalds isn't healthy", "smoke stinks and can cause cancer or kill you" and "alcohol can make you get in accidents". Funny how they pick certain sentences to remember. Even funnier when we run into someone who has McDonalds at the park and she informs them of her opinion. Next phrase will be along the lines of "exercising is good for your heart". So once again towards the end of my route I allowed her to jump out and travel along my side. She did so good! We went about a mile and even did pool hill together. At's my girl!!!
Bear also wants to get out and run. After about 10 feet into the jog he got easily distracted and started chasing a dog that was going the opposite direction. "Dog! Dog! Dog! Ah-Mah, Dog!" We quickly learned to restrict his run time to the gated playground by the seawall.
Dry-ouch!
I gotta brag because I'm so proud. Today was Bears first day without an accident! YES!!! He woke up with a dry diaper and immediately said potty. It's amazing how quickly I jump out of bed for that word but conveniently ignore the alarm clock. Dry underware all day. We even ran to the Commissary...not literally, we drove. Max is lazy and didn't want to run with me. Can't blame him, it's still 90* outside. I just had to make it out like it was his decision not to run. So we went to the Commissary - there that's better..and Bear was asleep. Mean I know. We were on a time schedule. I had to drive because..well, to make a long story short his wallet is missing. Max had to go because I don't buy steak. Have I told you about the time I tried to make a pot roast in the crock pot with fillet min young? I think that's how you spell it. I used to pronounce it 'flaming young' until I was pregnant with Kalee and read it on a menu. I had to drive and he had to buy. Drive-buy? Ha! As we walked in the Commissary he woke up and I asked him if he had to go potty. I'm pleased to announce after touching every square inch of the toilet seat, he went! He's too short to stand...and when he sits he has to scoot back on the seat so he doesn't pee straight out on me. Who would have thought training a boy would be so....interesting?
As I was bathing them Kalee was trying to sit down in the tub and Bear was working his way up. Head meet head. I swear it vibrated the hairs in my ears. Bear cried and Kalee responded "Ouch, my brain hurts".
As I was bathing them Kalee was trying to sit down in the tub and Bear was working his way up. Head meet head. I swear it vibrated the hairs in my ears. Bear cried and Kalee responded "Ouch, my brain hurts".
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Exit Stage Left
What an evening! We decided to go to out for dinner last night. Should have been nice right? NO! Not with my little tornado. It all started with doing his favorite thing in the booth. Bouncing. He's almost too large for the high chair so we can't strap him down ans laugh. Not that I would ever laugh at him. No, not me. So he was bouncing on the booth. Max tried occupying him with some of his root beer. Yeah that was smart. We don't give the kids fake juice (Hi-C, CapriSun, Sunny Delight, Gatorade, Kool aid) or coke so imagine what he did once he got the sugar. Yeah bad picture. He got a hold of my cup and did what he so regularly does with it. Sticks his hand in it to get ice. During this process the glass managed to jump from his hand completely missing his clothes and crash to 100 pieces on the floor. Uggh! Finally he was occupied by watching Dad the waitress clean it up. I shoveled the food as quick as I could. Then he walked over and tormented the piano player. OK he didn't torment her, he was flirting with her...same difference, she was distracted. By then we were ready to exit stage left.
I still say had my boy come first he would be and ONLY child!
I still say had my boy come first he would be and ONLY child!
Friday, September 21, 2007
Smart?
Last nights festivities had to of been interesting....Max came home today with no voice. Humm, too much cadence when they PT's. Yeah right! I'd hate to be the boot that would have him as a RDC. There are lots of happy people today. Pretty much the whole battle group pulled in. This base is congested to say the least. ICK! Fortunately it will give us the opportunity to get together with some of our friends before we part. There has been a couple that has followed us around like a nasty fart. We were neighbors in Coronado, Negishi and now here on main base Yokosuka. Our kids girls grew up together. Started with spitting up competitions, then biting, hair pulling, toy fighting, and now emotion playing. Wow much has happened in 5 years! This is also the family that has been to all 5 (next including next months party) of Kalee's Birthdays. Not even family can say that. We sure are gonna miss em'!
I made and appointment with EDIS (early development intervention services) to have Max screened. No, not big Max. Although I don't think it would be a bad idea to have him screened I think it might be a little to late. You know the saying "Can't to teach an old dog new tricks"? He runs the kids around the house, begs for dinner, and sits on me so I can hear his butt-talk just fine (No, I didn't teach him that one). Anyway, I just wanted my little guy evaluated speech wise. They did the whole sha-bang. She said he should have about a 50 word vocabulary and signs include a word. During the evaluation he only signed 9 words but spoke 77. I should write a days worth of words down...out of curiosity. The results for his development came out great across the board. She said it was really nice to see above average kids and Kalee was definitely at a 5 year old level....I had to inform her she wouldn't be 5 til December! YAY! Not that I didn't know my girl was a genius anyway...
In conversation she asked if Kalee was in school. Enthusiastically Kalee responded "I'm in Home School". I must say that was the very first time we received a major BZ (Bravo Zulu) for making that decision...and the screening took place at a DOD (Department Of Defence) school by a health care professional. Funny enough she was home schooled herself and used the same Christian based curriculum (A Beka) as we are.
The moral of today's post....I always knew my kids were not only the cutest kids on Earth but the smartest too! Would "Mom's always right" be appropriate?
I made and appointment with EDIS (early development intervention services) to have Max screened. No, not big Max. Although I don't think it would be a bad idea to have him screened I think it might be a little to late. You know the saying "Can't to teach an old dog new tricks"? He runs the kids around the house, begs for dinner, and sits on me so I can hear his butt-talk just fine (No, I didn't teach him that one). Anyway, I just wanted my little guy evaluated speech wise. They did the whole sha-bang. She said he should have about a 50 word vocabulary and signs include a word. During the evaluation he only signed 9 words but spoke 77. I should write a days worth of words down...out of curiosity. The results for his development came out great across the board. She said it was really nice to see above average kids and Kalee was definitely at a 5 year old level....I had to inform her she wouldn't be 5 til December! YAY! Not that I didn't know my girl was a genius anyway...
In conversation she asked if Kalee was in school. Enthusiastically Kalee responded "I'm in Home School". I must say that was the very first time we received a major BZ (Bravo Zulu) for making that decision...and the screening took place at a DOD (Department Of Defence) school by a health care professional. Funny enough she was home schooled herself and used the same Christian based curriculum (A Beka) as we are.
The moral of today's post....I always knew my kids were not only the cutest kids on Earth but the smartest too! Would "Mom's always right" be appropriate?
Thursday, September 20, 2007
She said I'm old!
How come "Mom, brother is throwing up" results in me running over to him with my hands cupped? I mean what was I thinking? Humm, I'm curious how much can my hands really hold? Or was it - If I catch this mornings scrambled egg then it wont crumble into the rug when I clean it up....and why is it that he finds the only 4x8 piece of rug down stairs to throw up on? Since he's obviously not feeling well, Kalee and I left him home to nap with Daddy while us girls went out to do some errands. You see, tonight is a very "special" for the Navy Chief's. He had to come home and rest up for the all nighter he gets to pull having "fun" with this years selectees since it's the only year he gets to do so. I remember being a Selectee's wife this time last year...never again thank goodness! So, Kalee and I had a few things to do, one in which is go to the post office. We walked out to the High School band marching towards the field. When I had to stop walking so someone could pass I noticed I was mark timing to the drum line. I'm serious! Almost a decade later! Then my daughter said "I want to wear a drum like that. Can I do that when I get old like you?" Great. Now I'm old too!
Max signed the moving papers today. About a month left before our big pack out...with lots of events between now and then. Never a dull moment in this house hold!
Now that the tornado is sleeping I better take advantage of this time with my little cleaning helper.
Max signed the moving papers today. About a month left before our big pack out...with lots of events between now and then. Never a dull moment in this house hold!
Now that the tornado is sleeping I better take advantage of this time with my little cleaning helper.
Monday, September 17, 2007
I can't take it anymore!
While teaching my PT TOTS class with the majority population almost 2 years old, Kalee walked up to my friend and I and said "Mom, I can't take it anymore". Bwahahaha! "Why? What's your issue" I asked. "I'm done!" she exclaimed. I though about it for a second...still don't have the slightest clue of where she could have picked that phrase up from.
Then the boy gets a orange out of the fridge. I had my hand out expecting to wash and cut it. Nope. He threw it on the ground and said "bounce". No son it's not a ball!
I better go. My to do list is growing almost as fast as that laundry weed. I can't take it anymore!
Then the boy gets a orange out of the fridge. I had my hand out expecting to wash and cut it. Nope. He threw it on the ground and said "bounce". No son it's not a ball!
I better go. My to do list is growing almost as fast as that laundry weed. I can't take it anymore!
Cleaning is Fun
Laundry. It grows. I don't mind washing and folding...but I hate putting it away. Today I elected my son to help me sort. I went upstairs to make sure I got everything, since it's normal for stray weeds such as Bear's underware to appear out of nowhere. My helper climbed on top of the dryer and started throwing the clean clothes that I laid flat to dry in the washer that was filling up with water. He was sooo proud...and I was, washing clean clothes.
Toys. They reproduce more then the Brady Bunch. You know the toys that go up you butt when you sit on the couch. Or jump out at ya when you open the closet. Or magically appear under your foot and make you stand like a flamingo. Yeah those. My daughter was the official toy organizer today...but she didn't want to. No, what did she want to do? She wanted to vacuum and use my handy Tough and Tender wipes to clean (my eco friendly cleaning stuff that my boy can eat and it won't hurt him). Yeahhh! I did something right! For a while scrubbing the base boards was a punishment...now it's all about turning up the VBS (Vacation Bible School) music with a sponge in our hands. I know your thinkin' scrubbing base boards? We also did push-up's and wall squats when time-out didn't work. That was all before we figured out taking toys and privileges was most effective with her. I remember as a kid when my brother and I started cuttin' up...my Dad saying "I can find something that needs to be cleaned". He sure did too. One time it was the Driveway! No we didn't get to use a hose...that was too convenient...instead we got the good ol' fashioned iron scrub brush and a bucket. Yup from that one time on, all they had to do was threaten with "Let me move the car".
So now that I have them brainwashed that a pear is a dessert, fruit leathers are candy and cleaning is fun, I need to work on introducing them to the kitchen. They might teach me something.
Toys. They reproduce more then the Brady Bunch. You know the toys that go up you butt when you sit on the couch. Or jump out at ya when you open the closet. Or magically appear under your foot and make you stand like a flamingo. Yeah those. My daughter was the official toy organizer today...but she didn't want to. No, what did she want to do? She wanted to vacuum and use my handy Tough and Tender wipes to clean (my eco friendly cleaning stuff that my boy can eat and it won't hurt him). Yeahhh! I did something right! For a while scrubbing the base boards was a punishment...now it's all about turning up the VBS (Vacation Bible School) music with a sponge in our hands. I know your thinkin' scrubbing base boards? We also did push-up's and wall squats when time-out didn't work. That was all before we figured out taking toys and privileges was most effective with her. I remember as a kid when my brother and I started cuttin' up...my Dad saying "I can find something that needs to be cleaned". He sure did too. One time it was the Driveway! No we didn't get to use a hose...that was too convenient...instead we got the good ol' fashioned iron scrub brush and a bucket. Yup from that one time on, all they had to do was threaten with "Let me move the car".
So now that I have them brainwashed that a pear is a dessert, fruit leathers are candy and cleaning is fun, I need to work on introducing them to the kitchen. They might teach me something.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Dinner and a Dinner
We went to some friends house for dinner. Scrumptious! They made some beef tenderloin that I was able to cut with a fork. I know, great etiquette huh? They don't care. The kiddos ate everything on their plates. This makes me wonder...if they eat everything when I don't cook and only eat 3 bites when I do...humm? But that doesn't make sense, because I don't season everything with charcoal. I just don't get it. I made dessert...Berry Pudding Pound Cake. Someone remind me why we can't eat sweets for dinner? After filling up they pulled out the "Bones" and we played chicken foot. Wow. I miss playing those back in the day after Church. Max has always had an issue with that game. When he was pulling long shifts underway, the guys in berthing would slam em' down while he was trying to sleep...can't blame him. Tonight was fun. Kalee played too and picked up rather quickly. I think she actually beat me...well OK everyone did. Bear sat on my lap to watch after his nap and take a wild guess....his diaper leaked. We have quickly learned if his pull up is on he pees in it...underware, he pees in the toilet. Can't go a blog without talking about pee.
Friday night was the Ombudsman Appreciation Dinner. WOW! We are appreciated. We left the kids. gasp. I know. The 3rd time in umm, almost 5 years. Funny enough our boy waved and said buh-bye to us. Between the security of having sister with him and being with some good friends he was fine. We ate about a 20 course meal and had like 45 pieces for one plate setting. Geez. I will say I learned something. Knowing the uniform of the event was Summer Whites, Max wore comparable civilian attire. YUP! I have always known my husband is...well, not a normal Sailor..but now I know he's rebellious too. It was actually rather amusing. He even poured lemonade in the water glass AFTER me telling him it was the wrong one. Could it be the mustang showing already? I will never expect my husband to be a chameleon and blend in. He has always been the sore thumb and can usually count on him to yell out some sort of smart comment. No he doesn't embarrass me. I got over that about 7 years ago. I'm not one of those tea party pinkie out type of gals. I'm happy with a upside down Carmel Macciatto light on the foam from a drive through Starbucks....just make sure it's a venti, the kids know a Starbucks when they see one.
*I only expect some of you to understand what's between the lines. ;)
Friday night was the Ombudsman Appreciation Dinner. WOW! We are appreciated. We left the kids. gasp. I know. The 3rd time in umm, almost 5 years. Funny enough our boy waved and said buh-bye to us. Between the security of having sister with him and being with some good friends he was fine. We ate about a 20 course meal and had like 45 pieces for one plate setting. Geez. I will say I learned something. Knowing the uniform of the event was Summer Whites, Max wore comparable civilian attire. YUP! I have always known my husband is...well, not a normal Sailor..but now I know he's rebellious too. It was actually rather amusing. He even poured lemonade in the water glass AFTER me telling him it was the wrong one. Could it be the mustang showing already? I will never expect my husband to be a chameleon and blend in. He has always been the sore thumb and can usually count on him to yell out some sort of smart comment. No he doesn't embarrass me. I got over that about 7 years ago. I'm not one of those tea party pinkie out type of gals. I'm happy with a upside down Carmel Macciatto light on the foam from a drive through Starbucks....just make sure it's a venti, the kids know a Starbucks when they see one.
*I only expect some of you to understand what's between the lines. ;)
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Yum, Crabs.
Whew! Did about 6K and weights in class today. The girls are doing great. Not my girls, the ladies. My girls see land from the down under....for now at least. They will get a raise when they are decommissioned (dang, I have been around Navy too long). That will be when this boy is off to College, at this rate.
Max finally made it home from work about 21:00. As we were going through some paperwork (I'll explain at a later time), he brought something to my attention. It sounded something like "Hey Babe, do you realize this credit score is higher then your SAT score?" Yeah OK, so what if I did have a 3 digit SAT score...how convenient I don't remember what it was exactly. I mean it has been....err, ummm, almost a decade?!?!
Anyway, I ate so much I could of turned into a crab. You are what you eat, right? The Galley was open to all hands in honor of Ombudsman Appreciation Month (yes I am a command ombudsman). Normally it's only open to Active Duty. They were the best $3.60 Alaskan crab legs I tell ya....no wonder that Galley gets so many awards. Max joined us too. I think it was the first time I have seen him actually leave work to eat lunch. Ate his serving...and then some more, and more. It amazes me how much Max and Kalee can put away. Must get it from Grammi (my mother in law).
Here are some park pictures from today. My climbers. Bear is working on his acrobat moves and my Monkey is right where she belongs.
Max finally made it home from work about 21:00. As we were going through some paperwork (I'll explain at a later time), he brought something to my attention. It sounded something like "Hey Babe, do you realize this credit score is higher then your SAT score?" Yeah OK, so what if I did have a 3 digit SAT score...how convenient I don't remember what it was exactly. I mean it has been....err, ummm, almost a decade?!?!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I want to be a Mommy
K: "Mommy, I want to me a Mom just like you"
Me: "Well babe, you can after you get married....in about 20 years."
K: "I don't want to wait 20 years, that's too long"
Me: "Then go play Mommy with your baby"
K: "And my brother can be the Daddy?"
We will explain that one later. I told her he can play Daddy to a different baby. All he does is bring me the babe and insists I feed it. Humm, I guess he does learn from Daddy. ;)
I canceled Stroll N' Sculpt today due to a down pour. Had I of opened the door, we would have drowned. There was way more water filling the space in front of me then air. Make up is tomorrow and I can't wait. I need to at least get 5K in for the day...gosh I love my B.O.B!
Do you realize we pack-out in about a month?
Me: "Well babe, you can after you get married....in about 20 years."
K: "I don't want to wait 20 years, that's too long"
Me: "Then go play Mommy with your baby"
K: "And my brother can be the Daddy?"
We will explain that one later. I told her he can play Daddy to a different baby. All he does is bring me the babe and insists I feed it. Humm, I guess he does learn from Daddy. ;)
I canceled Stroll N' Sculpt today due to a down pour. Had I of opened the door, we would have drowned. There was way more water filling the space in front of me then air. Make up is tomorrow and I can't wait. I need to at least get 5K in for the day...gosh I love my B.O.B!
Do you realize we pack-out in about a month?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Smart and Beautiful
Impressed! While getting started on parachute play at my PT TOT'S class Bear grabbed himself and said "pot-ty". I told the other Moms to continue with the song while I swooped him up. As I ran down the flight of stairs to the closest restroom I praised him for telling me. I get him in the restroom and pulled his pull-up off to find it DRY! I was sooooo excited! He sat on the toilet and went pot-ty. I had one of those 'Mom butterfly in the tummy' moments and told him how proud I was. As we went back upstairs, I had to announce it to all the other Mommies and they all clapped for him. He's got the hang of it. He found the yellow brick road, just didn't realize how long it was. Too bad that was the one of the only times he went in the toilet today....
Did you know Kalee was smart and beautiful? If not she will tell you. She always reminds me that reading and watching educational cartoons (the only ones allowed in this house) makes her smart. Daddy takes the credit for her knowing she's beautiful. He tells her daily. She's got his genes....and they both speak their minds. I was almost in tears when I tucked her in bed last night and she told me I was the best Mommy in the whole world and she likes me teaching her new things. Lets hear it all at once-"awwwwww". I know. My kids are the greatest!
Either I keep feeling the Earth move below me (not uncommon where I live) or I'm really tired. Time for me to go count sheep, everyone else has already.
Did you know Kalee was smart and beautiful? If not she will tell you. She always reminds me that reading and watching educational cartoons (the only ones allowed in this house) makes her smart. Daddy takes the credit for her knowing she's beautiful. He tells her daily. She's got his genes....and they both speak their minds. I was almost in tears when I tucked her in bed last night and she told me I was the best Mommy in the whole world and she likes me teaching her new things. Lets hear it all at once-"awwwwww". I know. My kids are the greatest!
Either I keep feeling the Earth move below me (not uncommon where I live) or I'm really tired. Time for me to go count sheep, everyone else has already.
Monday, September 10, 2007
It Finally Hit Me!
I went to the Commissary for some odds 'n ends and it finally hit me. While looking at the milk and eggs I noticed the expiration date was a date after we fly out of this country! Yes we leave in November....and yes that was the right expiration date. I jumped with joy! The lady next to me must have thought I was excited that they actually had the organic milk in stock. Yeah we react with excitement for things people in the US take for granted. Rather rare to have what you want in stock. I should have pointed to the expiration date and told her we were leaving before then. That would have at least justified my psychoness (Is that even a word?).
*Here we don't get gallons of milk, we get ultra pasteurized 1/2 gallons that have a shelf like of 30 months. OK maybe not 30 months but it's safe to say a few months. It's gross, sometimes it even contains a snot like texture to add to the flavor too. With eggs at least we have a better chance of finding good ones then watery, stinky, bloody ones...so at least that's good.
Too the pee story lovers-
Bear figured out that if he sits on the toiled backwards he can bang on the toilet lid and flush while he pees. Is this normal?
*Here we don't get gallons of milk, we get ultra pasteurized 1/2 gallons that have a shelf like of 30 months. OK maybe not 30 months but it's safe to say a few months. It's gross, sometimes it even contains a snot like texture to add to the flavor too. With eggs at least we have a better chance of finding good ones then watery, stinky, bloody ones...so at least that's good.
Too the pee story lovers-
Bear figured out that if he sits on the toiled backwards he can bang on the toilet lid and flush while he pees. Is this normal?
Friday, September 7, 2007
Never a Dull Moment
My son pointed to the ceiling "Ball, ball, BALL....Ah-Mah (momma in his language) BALL". I had to respond with "No son, that is the light bulb. It's not a toy." A little later I have Lightening McQueen chasing a beautiful bird. Yup, she is running around yelling "bock, bock" and he's grunting "eeerrrrrrrrrr (pant,pant) eeeeerrrrrrrrr" with his hand between his butt and under ware. And how come walking in mid conversation hearing Max say to Kalee "What if the ocean dried up" made me do a 180? Good thing I'm homeschooling her. Who thinks of that stuff? I know, I married the man. *Sigh* All in a day.
Wow, my brain hurts. Moving is one thing. Doing 4 moves in 10.5 months (now working on move #7) of our marriage....we've mastered it friends. Welcome to the season of chaos. With this lifestyle, things are always subject to change. Heck, it wouldn't throw me for a loop if they told us 2 days before we fly out we were moving to Guam instead. I'm game! I know I'll get criticized by those military families that lived in CONUS (continental United States) all their life, but I have to say it.......... y'all have no clue about moving until you have done at least one tour in a foreign country! ...and did a partial DITY (do it yourself) to and from overseas. To you non-military folks....I'm wordless. OK I may be excited for a change. Can't wait 'til I can see faces instead of the tops of heads when walking down the street. We might just be able to go somewhere without a local looking at my kids saying "kawaii" (cute). I mean, should I respond? I know I have two of the cutest kids on Earth (yes Mom, I do respond respectfully with a bow and a domo arigato guzimas). From Japan to USA, yeah we will probably encounter some culture shock since it's been so long. I have seen these same walls for a year and a half already. Yup it's about that time.
Time for these hands to turn into my rack. (Oops, forgot 'others' read this. I'll translate... it's my bedtime!)
Wow, my brain hurts. Moving is one thing. Doing 4 moves in 10.5 months (now working on move #7) of our marriage....we've mastered it friends. Welcome to the season of chaos. With this lifestyle, things are always subject to change. Heck, it wouldn't throw me for a loop if they told us 2 days before we fly out we were moving to Guam instead. I'm game! I know I'll get criticized by those military families that lived in CONUS (continental United States) all their life, but I have to say it.......... y'all have no clue about moving until you have done at least one tour in a foreign country! ...and did a partial DITY (do it yourself) to and from overseas. To you non-military folks....I'm wordless. OK I may be excited for a change. Can't wait 'til I can see faces instead of the tops of heads when walking down the street. We might just be able to go somewhere without a local looking at my kids saying "kawaii" (cute). I mean, should I respond? I know I have two of the cutest kids on Earth (yes Mom, I do respond respectfully with a bow and a domo arigato guzimas). From Japan to USA, yeah we will probably encounter some culture shock since it's been so long. I have seen these same walls for a year and a half already. Yup it's about that time.
Time for these hands to turn into my rack. (Oops, forgot 'others' read this. I'll translate... it's my bedtime!)
Again?!?!
"Umm, Mom....look what my brother's doing" can never be a good phrase coming from my 4 year old's mouth. As I lean around the corner, I see his pull-up around one ankle doing his famous 'pssst' action, while relieving his bladder into the trash can that was by the stairs. I guess he had to go and Daddy was occupying the toilet! Either that or really wanted another horse sticker. Funny enough I had emptied the trash from up stairs and strategically placed it by the stairs for the next trip up. He used his brain and didn't potty on the floor. Gotta hand it to him. I had all I could do to hold my laugh while sprinting into the laundry room to retrieve a towel and wipe u
p the floor. Nope, he didn't miss. There was a split in the bottom of the trash can (shown to the right). As quickly as he filled it, it ran out the crack. I'm loving these wood floors right about now. Can ya get mad at him? I told Max and Kalee it's now time we start watching the bowl shaped toys, and our C-U-P's. Get it, see you pee!!! Yeah I'm tired. So I wonder if he's doing this because he likes all 3 of our reactions every time he goes in the toilet. Or is he really ready? This one likes to pee in interesting places so it shouldn't be difficult while out and about. Finally he is passed out in my right arm (I'm used to the single handed typing by now) wearing his spider man boxer briefs. NO! I'm not brave enough yet. Let's see what kind of Circe De Solis move I can pull while putting something more absorbent on him. Wouldn't it be nice if this continued tomorrow....?
p the floor. Nope, he didn't miss. There was a split in the bottom of the trash can (shown to the right). As quickly as he filled it, it ran out the crack. I'm loving these wood floors right about now. Can ya get mad at him? I told Max and Kalee it's now time we start watching the bowl shaped toys, and our C-U-P's. Get it, see you pee!!! Yeah I'm tired. So I wonder if he's doing this because he likes all 3 of our reactions every time he goes in the toilet. Or is he really ready? This one likes to pee in interesting places so it shouldn't be difficult while out and about. Finally he is passed out in my right arm (I'm used to the single handed typing by now) wearing his spider man boxer briefs. NO! I'm not brave enough yet. Let's see what kind of Circe De Solis move I can pull while putting something more absorbent on him. Wouldn't it be nice if this continued tomorrow....?...and why does my daughter like walking on the ceiling? Really! Her feet on the ceiling. Max holds her 'upa-down' as her brother calls it, and she gets a kick out of it. The winner of the weird gene is.......?????
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Science Experiment
Hearing "Hey guys, let's do a science experiment" can never be good when Max has a drill in one hand, and a coconut in another. So how do you get into a coconut? Wow, I'm not sure if the water inside was fermented or what. Good thing I didn't leave the house because one sip would have caused me to blow over the limit. Acquired taste? I don't know.
I'm sure your curious about this Typhoon that went right over us last night. We were in Tropical Cyclone Condition Of Readiness I (TCCOR-I, it was due to hit within 12 hours) pretty much all day yesterday. We were set at TCCOR- Emergency about 20:00. Almost 12 hours later we are now in TCCOR Recovery some trees are down and the streets are a mess. Only my husband would want to sleep with the bedroom window open a few inches so he can hear the wind howling and blinds banging all night. We were awakened at the butt-crack with a call from the ship, shortly followed by Ombudsman related phone tree call....and been up since.
My son's new somewhat regular thing...peeing in the potty almost all day yesterday. This morning seems to be toilet friendly as well. When I ask him if he has to go potty he still does the grabbing himself and "pshhhh" action. I swear this boy makes me laugh daily. I have to give Kalee credit for helping with the potty training too. She yells for me every time he runs into the bathroom, and routes him on when he goes. She is such a great big sister. At this rate, he just might be potty trained before High School.
*I wasn't going to work on toilet training until after the move. He seems to have an interest in starting...and so do I.
I'm sure your curious about this Typhoon that went right over us last night. We were in Tropical Cyclone Condition Of Readiness I (TCCOR-I, it was due to hit within 12 hours) pretty much all day yesterday. We were set at TCCOR- Emergency about 20:00. Almost 12 hours later we are now in TCCOR Recovery some trees are down and the streets are a mess. Only my husband would want to sleep with the bedroom window open a few inches so he can hear the wind howling and blinds banging all night. We were awakened at the butt-crack with a call from the ship, shortly followed by Ombudsman related phone tree call....and been up since.
My son's new somewhat regular thing...peeing in the potty almost all day yesterday. This morning seems to be toilet friendly as well. When I ask him if he has to go potty he still does the grabbing himself and "pshhhh" action. I swear this boy makes me laugh daily. I have to give Kalee credit for helping with the potty training too. She yells for me every time he runs into the bathroom, and routes him on when he goes. She is such a great big sister. At this rate, he just might be potty trained before High School.
*I wasn't going to work on toilet training until after the move. He seems to have an interest in starting...and so do I.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Boys Are Different Then Girls
It's days like today that make me realize boys are far different then girls. While getting my sons clothes out of the closet this morning I was graced with the sound of liquid. As I thought "Where's that coming from?" I turned around only to find him peeing on my yoga ball. Yes the boy took his pull up off and aimed his body part upwards so it made a beautiful rainbow. The pot of gold was my yoga ball. He has one of those "look mom I can aim" grins and was so proud of himself, apparently. Any time some one asks him if he has to go potty he pushes his badupa forward and grabs his male body part while making the "pssssss" sound. Boys! After swooping him up and putting him on the toilet guess what I had to do? Change my clothes. Told ya I know how to grow laundry.
Today I also came to the conclusion my daughter is...ummm, something else! She is at that age she is realizing younger kids bother her. You read that right. They bother her. I' trying to teach her to be the big example....I think she might be too mature for her age. Any idea where she got that one from?
Well off to secure the backyard toys that may become a missile hazard. Typhoon Fitow is due to hit tomorrow. In all the typhoons we've had while living here I think this is Max's first one on land. Normally the ships pull out when the storm is due to hit since it's safer for the piece of steel to be underway. Funny thing, his ship's not normal right now.
Today I also came to the conclusion my daughter is...ummm, something else! She is at that age she is realizing younger kids bother her. You read that right. They bother her. I' trying to teach her to be the big example....I think she might be too mature for her age. Any idea where she got that one from?
Well off to secure the backyard toys that may become a missile hazard. Typhoon Fitow is due to hit tomorrow. In all the typhoons we've had while living here I think this is Max's first one on land. Normally the ships pull out when the storm is due to hit since it's safer for the piece of steel to be underway. Funny thing, his ship's not normal right now.
See me breathe?
I woke up this morning with a nasty sore throat. Wait, let me rephrase this. Max woke me up this morning to remind me to put the pot roast in the crock pot. As I sat up and said "OK, thanks" I was able to see my breath. Max likes to keep the room at 18*Celsius. In Fahrenheit it's...umm, really cold. So the fact I only got a sore throat when my son likes to kick the covers off is amazing.
Max bathed the kids after dinner and I decided to escape for a run. When I was changing, I noticed I was wearing my tank top backwards. ALL DAY! How do I manage to do things like that? Worst part about it, I taught my PT TOTS class today and no one noticed. Well, if they did they didn't tell me. And how many times a day did I lift it to feed that boy of mine? You'd think I would have noticed.
My throat still hurts. Finally, I'm going to bed! But first I have to fold the clothes that are in the dryer, put the clothes from the washer to the dryer, wipe the ice cream off the table, start the dishwasher, clean the bathroom, and mop downstairs. =0)
Until next time....
Max bathed the kids after dinner and I decided to escape for a run. When I was changing, I noticed I was wearing my tank top backwards. ALL DAY! How do I manage to do things like that? Worst part about it, I taught my PT TOTS class today and no one noticed. Well, if they did they didn't tell me. And how many times a day did I lift it to feed that boy of mine? You'd think I would have noticed.
My throat still hurts. Finally, I'm going to bed! But first I have to fold the clothes that are in the dryer, put the clothes from the washer to the dryer, wipe the ice cream off the table, start the dishwasher, clean the bathroom, and mop downstairs. =0)
Until next time....
Monday, September 3, 2007
Where is the Sarushima?
We can we finally say we visited Sarushima Island (means Monkey Island in English). Funny enough we came home with the same amount of monkeys we went with. We started the day off by meeting up with a few friends and wandering down towards Mikasa Park. As always, I told the kid
s to find a special leaf for "leaf races". We race leaves down a nicely landscaped stream/waterfall/pond thing. Once they left the hand we follow along besides them for about 50 feet until the end of the stream. The first portion is about Bear's chest height which leads to a waterfall and then the water travels like a stream. Bear was keeping a watchful eye on his leaf...in fact such a watchful eye he walked, OK, fell into the pond. Yes the boy fell in about 18 inches of water fully clothed! His Nana would be proud, he didn't mess up his hair. The Picture to the left is me ringing out his shirt before I had to jog ho
me for a change of clothes and shoes. Once he was dry and I got my unexpected workout we waited in line for a ferry to take us to the Island. Of course while waiting we HAD to do one of those dorky Japanese bunny finger poses (pic to the left). Bear has been on Dadd
y's boat many times but this was the first time a boat pushed off while he was on it. Max was standing up holding him because I sure don't have sea legs, and Bear put his head down...poor baby was feeling so sick his hair was standing up, as you could see. Once we got on the island and hiked around we saw some of God's interesting creatures. A bunch of Japanese people were standing around on a stairway staring at something. As we passed Max said it was just a little lizard. One of the Japanese guys corrected him and said "leesarrdooo". Whoops. Now Max is learning Jinglish. Max taught his son to put the little crabs in his pocket. Thanks Babe! Now I get to fish out crabs from the washer (no pun intended). An old local fisherman let the kids touch the fish he caught. And another foreigner came by to deliver hermit crabs to a little water hole. Yet another hour of entertainment for the kids....and just as long explaining to Kalee why we didn't see monkeys on Monkey Island.
s to find a special leaf for "leaf races". We race leaves down a nicely landscaped stream/waterfall/pond thing. Once they left the hand we follow along besides them for about 50 feet until the end of the stream. The first portion is about Bear's chest height which leads to a waterfall and then the water travels like a stream. Bear was keeping a watchful eye on his leaf...in fact such a watchful eye he walked, OK, fell into the pond. Yes the boy fell in about 18 inches of water fully clothed! His Nana would be proud, he didn't mess up his hair. The Picture to the left is me ringing out his shirt before I had to jog ho
me for a change of clothes and shoes. Once he was dry and I got my unexpected workout we waited in line for a ferry to take us to the Island. Of course while waiting we HAD to do one of those dorky Japanese bunny finger poses (pic to the left). Bear has been on Dadd
y's boat many times but this was the first time a boat pushed off while he was on it. Max was standing up holding him because I sure don't have sea legs, and Bear put his head down...poor baby was feeling so sick his hair was standing up, as you could see. Once we got on the island and hiked around we saw some of God's interesting creatures. A bunch of Japanese people were standing around on a stairway staring at something. As we passed Max said it was just a little lizard. One of the Japanese guys corrected him and said "leesarrdooo". Whoops. Now Max is learning Jinglish. Max taught his son to put the little crabs in his pocket. Thanks Babe! Now I get to fish out crabs from the washer (no pun intended). An old local fisherman let the kids touch the fish he caught. And another foreigner came by to deliver hermit crabs to a little water hole. Yet another hour of entertainment for the kids....and just as long explaining to Kalee why we didn't see monkeys on Monkey Island.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Party, shock and grub!
Party season!
Everyone but my kids have Summer birthdays. I have to say I had to wind my jaw up after today's party we attended. It was an adorable Tinkerbell theme with beautifully thought out decor. As I stepped into the room I was staring at two beautiful canopies that were on either side of the cake table, streamers, balloons, etc...
SKIP IF NOT INTERESTED IN BREASTFEEDING: Not five steps into the room I was welcomed by a 12 year old with a "Mrs. ____, You know how to crash a party, just breastfeed!" Woah, that came from left field. I had all I can do to refrain to saying anything other then. "You know, I choose not to respond to that. That was rude! Did you hear me?" (as he rolled around on those stupid heelies...I think should be illegal for use w/o helmet.) He responded, "Yes." I then continued to look at the exquisite decor and thought about speaking to the child's Mother/my friend about what he said. I felt the urge to tell her because she cant correct it if she is unaware, right? If he has an opinion about my choice then talking to me would have been more appropriate in my opinion. Then I realized he probably wanted a reaction out of me, I'm 25 your 12, I'm not stupid.....I choose to drop it. If it is ever brought up again I will discuss it...and make it perfectly clear he has no choice when, where or how I feed my child. If his knowing what is going on under a blanket is what makes him uncomfortable, then by golly, turn around! Not like I'm using it as my milk gun to chase and squirt him. Just hasn't hit that level of maturity? I dono. But that didn't rain on my parade.
Both kids had a blast and I will say as if the decorations was not enough, the kids goodie bags were the best I have ever seen hands down. Since Max had duty, we just have to keep it a secret that a real Mexican cooked enchiladas, chili verde, pulled meat, rice and (un-burnt)beans that was off the hook. The food was even being served form those cool big warmer dish pans thingies. Max would have really been in love because she even had his favorite EL PATO sauce. Most have no clue what that is but he has been known to pay like $2.00 a can in Virginia when we can get 4/$1.00 in San Diego....and here....Grandma Arlene's side of the family provides him with that much needed Mexican vitamin.
Needless to say, she threw an AWESOME party with Delish food! I think I learned something from her. =0)
Everyone but my kids have Summer birthdays. I have to say I had to wind my jaw up after today's party we attended. It was an adorable Tinkerbell theme with beautifully thought out decor. As I stepped into the room I was staring at two beautiful canopies that were on either side of the cake table, streamers, balloons, etc...
SKIP IF NOT INTERESTED IN BREASTFEEDING: Not five steps into the room I was welcomed by a 12 year old with a "Mrs. ____, You know how to crash a party, just breastfeed!" Woah, that came from left field. I had all I can do to refrain to saying anything other then. "You know, I choose not to respond to that. That was rude! Did you hear me?" (as he rolled around on those stupid heelies...I think should be illegal for use w/o helmet.) He responded, "Yes." I then continued to look at the exquisite decor and thought about speaking to the child's Mother/my friend about what he said. I felt the urge to tell her because she cant correct it if she is unaware, right? If he has an opinion about my choice then talking to me would have been more appropriate in my opinion. Then I realized he probably wanted a reaction out of me, I'm 25 your 12, I'm not stupid.....I choose to drop it. If it is ever brought up again I will discuss it...and make it perfectly clear he has no choice when, where or how I feed my child. If his knowing what is going on under a blanket is what makes him uncomfortable, then by golly, turn around! Not like I'm using it as my milk gun to chase and squirt him. Just hasn't hit that level of maturity? I dono. But that didn't rain on my parade.
Both kids had a blast and I will say as if the decorations was not enough, the kids goodie bags were the best I have ever seen hands down. Since Max had duty, we just have to keep it a secret that a real Mexican cooked enchiladas, chili verde, pulled meat, rice and (un-burnt)beans that was off the hook. The food was even being served form those cool big warmer dish pans thingies. Max would have really been in love because she even had his favorite EL PATO sauce. Most have no clue what that is but he has been known to pay like $2.00 a can in Virginia when we can get 4/$1.00 in San Diego....and here....Grandma Arlene's side of the family provides him with that much needed Mexican vitamin.
Needless to say, she threw an AWESOME party with Delish food! I think I learned something from her. =0)
Green Thumb
I found my green thumb. Well, actually my family did. We can grow laundry. Seriously, how can a family of 4 produce so much laundry in 3 days?
I counted my daughters underware and there were 13 pair. I just did laundry 3 days ago? Yup, she's potty trained...and has been since she was 16 months old.
My son has a sock fetish. Obviously because of my no shoe rule he removes shoes upon entry, coincidentally he removes socks too. For some reason his socks are laced with miracle grow because boy does my dryer like to eat them.
Then there is my Husband....who starts the day off in uniform that gets washed daily because it smells like 'shiP', changes into PT clothes, then after work wears civilian clothes, and the around the house comfy PJ's....WOW!!!
Me? Well lets see, I start with gym clothes about 6 days a week because I gotta at least get my jog on to keep sanity. Then my daily clothes... times 2, because I'm bound to get snot rubbed on my shirt or hosed down if I step too close to the back door, and if I'm lucky by about 22:00 finish the day off with Pajamas. Not so bad.
Oh wait I figured out what species reproduces the quickest....TOWELS. Between all of us this time of year we can max out at 11 showers any one day. That is 11 towels! Summer time, pool...keep counting. They dont dry in this humidity so re-useing them is not an option.
...and this is just the daily stuff we wear. I tallied all 14 kitchen towels were used in 3 days. And bed sheets? If I can re-train the husband to keep food downstars maybe I wont have that pizza roll stain on my cream sheet...that I didn't find til morning!
*Sigh* This dosen't look like a plant. Any good weed killer suggestions?
I counted my daughters underware and there were 13 pair. I just did laundry 3 days ago? Yup, she's potty trained...and has been since she was 16 months old.
My son has a sock fetish. Obviously because of my no shoe rule he removes shoes upon entry, coincidentally he removes socks too. For some reason his socks are laced with miracle grow because boy does my dryer like to eat them.
Then there is my Husband....who starts the day off in uniform that gets washed daily because it smells like 'shiP', changes into PT clothes, then after work wears civilian clothes, and the around the house comfy PJ's....WOW!!!
Me? Well lets see, I start with gym clothes about 6 days a week because I gotta at least get my jog on to keep sanity. Then my daily clothes... times 2, because I'm bound to get snot rubbed on my shirt or hosed down if I step too close to the back door, and if I'm lucky by about 22:00 finish the day off with Pajamas. Not so bad.
Oh wait I figured out what species reproduces the quickest....TOWELS. Between all of us this time of year we can max out at 11 showers any one day. That is 11 towels! Summer time, pool...keep counting. They dont dry in this humidity so re-useing them is not an option.
...and this is just the daily stuff we wear. I tallied all 14 kitchen towels were used in 3 days. And bed sheets? If I can re-train the husband to keep food downstars maybe I wont have that pizza roll stain on my cream sheet...that I didn't find til morning!
*Sigh* This dosen't look like a plant. Any good weed killer suggestions?
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