Tis the season

Do you remember that scene in Toy Story when the mom steps on one of the army men at Andy's birthday party? I now know how that feels, and realize she handled that like a G.

I miss when my son used to keep his playing to himself. Now he adds sound effects to everything, makes his trucks crash into the walls, and rolls his cars on my head. It makes it difficult for me to watch my Vampire Diaries I usually have playing in the background.

Along with all the excitement this week, we've also had to say goodbye to a very close family member, my great grandma. She's been a rock in our family for a long time, a constant person, always there. It's weird to think that it's different now, but we all know she is in a better place. We were able to make it less about mourning a loss, and more about coming together and enjoying our time as a family while we have it. She was able to do that for us one more time.

Christmas is coming quickly and the other day Dylan and I went to Grandma and Grandpa Bunda's house to bake cookies. He really enjoyed eating them, but wasnt much help in the decorating department, as you can clearly see.

But he did have a ton of fun playing in the pantry with Elizabeth. So far this holiday season has been one to remember, and I'm so glad I could be home for it.

Life As A Military Wife.

Before I married a man in the military, my life was completely different than it is now. If you had talked to me two years ago, I would have told you that I would never move out of Arizona, because no where else is home. But now I'm learning that it's true when they say its not where you live, it's who you live with that makes it home.

We're heading into the 4th month of our deployment, and I am more than thankful that we've passed the halfway point. We are ready to get back to our normal life, in our not so normal place of residence.
People always say "I don't understand how those military wives do it". They don't get why we would choose this life. So I'm gonna list a few reasons for anyone interested.

There is no other feeling than watching your hero walk off that bus, or through that airport terminal after you've been apart, no matter how many days, weeks, or months it's been. The sense of pride you feel when you stand at attention and listen to the National Anthem play is greater than anything else. Listening to Toby Keith or Alan Jackson sing about the United States of America in concert will bring tears to your eyes. Laying down at night next to the person you love actually means something, because in this life you don't always get that.

Yes, it's hard to be apart. But you get used to it, and you learn how to do things on your own, and handle the stress of having a spouse in the armed forces. You rely on your friends to be there for you when you need them, and in the military, they always are.

I couldn't be more excited to move every 3 years, and see new places and meet new people. We don't have a permanent town to live in, but we have each other. And that's something that a lot of people have lost sight of. Learning to love each other, instead of hate. Come together instead of argue, and work as a team instead of protesting over whether the man or the woman is superior.

This life has taught me all of this. And I think people should remember that those who dont stand behind our troops, need to try standing in front of them.

Dylan's first trick or treat

Tomorrow is November 1st, and it is still in the 90's here in Arizona. I washed my car yesterday, and I literally had to rush through it because the suds kept drying before I could rinse it off, and then all the soap spots made it look dirtier than it was before I washed it. Thats how you know its freaking hot. Arizona probably makes the most money off of drive through car washes in the whole country.

Anyways, today was Halloween! Dylan went trick or treating for the first time. He was a tiger. I bought his costume a while back, but decided this morning his face needed to be painted too. So I took the risk of going into Party City on Halloween day. Mad house. I never like shopping in my city either. That awkward moment when you see someone you went to highschool with, and dont know whether you should say hi or not cuz you didnt talk that much - but they already made eye contact so now you have to...yea, thats awkward. I do my best to not shop in Goodyear.

So once we made it back home with our supplies, we went to work. Since Dylan does not like me touching his face..ever.... it took some time. But this is how it turned out.

Not bad for having to do it while my brother pinned him down on the floor. He also said thank you to everyone who gave him candy, and picked from the bowl wisely. He got all the good stuff, and he was very proud. We had a great time! We only wish daddy could have joined us - next year though!

Desert Vacation

After 15 hours of flying, a brief breakdown at the Philadelphia airport, an almost missed connecting flight and 24 hours of no sleep, Dylan and I finally made it to Arizona.

Needless to say we were jet lagged for the first several days.

Once we got back on track and were able to get out into the world, I was reminded how ridiculously hot and dusty Arizona is. Definitely not the lush green Germany I have been living in the past year. But Dylan is enjoying being in the company of so many people that love him.

He is learning so much so quickly, it makes me proud and sad at the same time. But he also is the same yucky Dylan that he's been since birth. Yesterday he literally ate my friends house plant. And possibly a candle. That shouldn't be surprising though.

I took an old friend out to lunch for his birthday, and Dylan has started this new thing where he shoves his fingers down his throat. I'm not sure WHY he does it, but he does. And of course, he made himself throw up at our table in Paradise Bakery. (Sorry Shane). Glad that didn't cause any sort of chain reaction.

We've managed to keep ourselves busy as we patiently await the return of our Airman. Communications to his base will soon be cut off, so lets pray this time goes quickly.

Sunday blues

NEVER AGAIN will I ever go shopping with my child when there are no carts available. He clearly cannot be trusted. You know that thing where your kids dont want to come with you so you say "okay, bye!" and walk away behind a corner? Dylan doesn't give a flying flat pancake when I do that. Do you know what he did? He ran into the bedroom department, climbed on the bed and started jumping up and down with his dirty tennisshoes on. Yup. Thats what he did.

Not only that, but he climbed ONTO a shelf and hid behind the pillows. I had to put everything I was carrying down and walk out of the store, and all the way back to the car while he was fighting me to get down and run. So after that, I went to the shoppette, where they did have carts (thank God), to rent a movie and buy some wine. I try to wait as patiently as I can in the long line while Dylan kicks me over and over again. And then some FOOL walks up behind me. "Rough day, huh?" I give him that look that says yes, but please dont talk to me, im not in a friend making mood. About 3 minutes later I hear him laughing to himself. Then he says (to NO ONE), "I just realized why the little dog off Lady and the Tramp calls her owners darling and jim dear, haha..awesome." Speechless.

That wasn't even the creepiest part of my day. Have you ever been challenged to a staring contest by a fish? I have.

Week 1 without hubs

We are on day 5 with Chad being gone. I was doing great until I found myself staring at a light bulb thinking "what happens if that burns out? Im gonna be sitting in the dark. screwed." But I have been able to keep my sobbing to a minimal volume, and only between the hours of 10pm and 1am. Go me.

On a lighter note, he's doing good out there. Has a room with some privacy and internet so we can Skype as much as we want.

Back to me! Thanks to my AMAZING family (mom, dad, amy, terry, jill and ron) I am going home for a much needed long vacation in about a month! Couldnt be more excited to spend the holidays at home. Dylans going to have a blast.

In the mean time, Im focusing all my time and energy on decorating my bedroom now that I dont have anyone here to tell me no :). Since our bedroom is the one room that STILL isn't finished after a year of living in Germany, I think its about time I get started. I found this awesome girl and I think everyone in Germany especially should check out her website. LOVE it!!

http://www.wix.com/happygirl3/happygirlmackenbach

A week to remember

This past week has been a special one. My husband and I celebrated our first anniversary a little early by taking a trip to Hiedelberg. We took Dylan to see Sesame Street live on stage. We spent time as family, and then said goodbye. Here a collection of pictures from this past week.

Up top is the Hiedelberg Castle that we got to tour, HUGE!!

The best thing in Germany..SCHNEEBALLEN!!

 



Dylan was really into Elmo on stage, he never looked away!

Xander, and creepy Dylan at dinner after Elmo

Playing in the creek



And then a departure...




 

Everyone please take a moment and say a prayer for our handsome Airman. We love you Chad.



xoxo

YPHGM - something else to ponder.

I hate that everyday there is a new abreviation for something. Are we all supposed to be mind readers, and know what your talking about just because you used the first letter of every word in a sentence?!?! GOOHSALHTW!!!!!!!!! If you can figure out what THAT means, I'll un block your annoying posts from my facebook homepage.

So yesterday I bought Dylan a toy truck from a yard sale because he is obsessed with cars and trucks and everytime I see one I have to buy it. He instantly fell in love with it. But this morning when I got up it was already broken! Poor guy. He is so confused still trying to play with both halves. The wires are even sticking out the end. Looks like we're going to do some more truck shopping today, but I'm thinking I'll stay away from yard sales.

By the way, a friend of mine recently brought up a pretty decent question, and I would like to keep it going. There are very few things out there that the FDA hasn't "approved". Does anyone know what the FDA actually does?! If something says "FDA approved", we automatically think "well, this has to be safe because the FDA said so." I'm thinking I will do some research and find out who the FDA actually is before I continue to trust their opinions.  

Gym time

I started going to a gym on base, that has a section in the front for kids to go while you work out. Its isnt supervised but there are mirrors all around it so you can see in from almost every machine. Dylan doesn't mind it as long as he has a snack, and Cars is playing.

Its always annoying when some girl will come in and start complaining about how tired she is while shes dragging her feet on the treadmill. Not only are you incredibly annoying, but your definitely not getting a workout by doing that so just go back to bed. Or when the person next to you is constantly craning their neck to try and read your machine to see if they are doing better than you or not. Keep your eyes on your own machine! I don't know you, and I hopefully will never see you again so who cares if you are doing better than me?!

In the midst of my eye rolling at all the other people around me, I get interupted by a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me ma'am, your son has something in his mouth." DANGIT!!!! Can't catch a break with this kid.

I have a charity 5k to get through on Sunday and all these interruptions aren't helping me prepare. I wonder if they will have on-site emergency vehicles.

Forgiveness

So lately I have been finding myself seeking Jesus more and more. And I keep learning that it is never entirely enough. There is always something more I can be doing to get closer to him and live a happier life. This morning in church I felt like God was speaking directly to me. Pastor was talking about forgiveness, and how even the ones who have hurt you most in your life need to be forgiven by you. And without getting it out and letting it go you will never truly get over the hurt and get closer to God.

Even though its hard to forgive someone who has taken away so much from my life, I know it's what I need to do. I have been carrying around a hate for someone that I dont even know, and I dont want to carry it anymore.

So I'll make this short and sweet.


I forgive you.


Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. – Colossians 3:13

Motherhood Nonsense

Once when I was pregnant one of my friends had accused me of being forgetful, and I blamed it on my pregnancy (it was proven!), but anyways she thought I was full of crap. Well I am here today to say to her that I am NOT full of crap! And it didn't stop when my son was born. Being a mom has seriously done things to my mind that I will never comprehend or learn to appreciate.

All the time I find myself searching the house for something I was just holding in my hand, calling my son by my dogs name, calling my dog by my sons name, and trying to remember what I had originally came into the kitchen to do. Once I found my car keys in the freezer and I know Dylan didnt do it because he cant reach that high.

I remember my mom doing crazy things throughout my life too although I can remember exactly what right now, aside from her math skills but thats just a whole other issue on its own. (Love you mom.). And my Grandma Clara once left the house to go to church wearing only a slip,  and another time flew all the way to Florida to meet a friend on the wrong day. Dont even get me started on my great Grandmother Louise, I'm pretty sure she thinks my Grandma Kays name is Judy and my Aunt Judys name is Kay.

So the next time you make fun of your mom for being nuts, just remember that it is because YOU are driving her so crazy that she is slowly losing her mind. I know there have been times in my life that have just been a "hot mess" as my friend Jeremiah would say, all on my own (i.e. My wedding night - first blog post Ive ever written, and pretty much any time Jack Daniels was involved). But I would like to give a virtual high five to all the great moms out there who do act a fool sometimes. If your kids are driving you crazy, you're obviously doing something right. And even though I cant wait for the day I can take my son to the park and not have him eat a gallon of sand, I will gladly state that I would never trade motherhood to have my sanity back.

June 13, 2011

My husbands away for a couple of week for his pre deployment training, so Dylan and I have been spending some quality mommy son time. Not that we never do that..but now we dont have a choice. As much as I am currently trying to ignore the child in front of me covered in blueberry sauce and waving a limp piece of toast in my face, i'm grateful for this trial period. Its incredibly hard to be away from my husband, because we do have an amazing relationship and I love him more than anything. But its giving us a chance to see how its going to be without him around.

God has blessed Dylan and I with some amazing friends and opportunites here, and I dont think he will let us fall just because Chad has to go away sometimes. At first I thought that him having to leave every couple of years would be a reason to get out of the military as soon as possible, but now I'm learning that its not. Some of the strongest families out there are military families. Dont get me wrong some of the most broken families are in the military too, but I think that has more to do with them and their own issues, not the military. And I realized exactly how lucky we are. Even though it doesnt pay all the money in the world and we sometimes have to seperate, we get to live in different places around the world- and most of them we get to choose. I dont have to work and can spend all my time with my son, and I wont have to worry about education or insurance.

From moving here I've learned that even some of your closest friends will forget to keep in touch, and even though its hard leaving at first, it gets easier, because we get to meet new people everywhere we go. And these people will stay friends forever because they are used to picking up and leaving. They have the same lifestyle that you do, and you get to walk away before your friendship dies.

Army Wives

So I started watching "Army Wives" the other day since all my friends back home always talk about it. Amazing show - but not really what military life is like. From the wife's shoes anyways. Your all crazy if you think I answer the phone saying "Airman First Class Bunda's residence". I say "hello". And so do all the other wives. I dont know why that gets on my nerves while watching the show, but it does.

There is no such thing as a Jodi bar. And if there is one of those somewhere - im sure it came to be that way because of this show. Actually a jodi is a song that the soldiers sing while walking in formation together - mostly during training or boot camp. There are a lot of similarities from the show though. Like the officers having fancy dinners and ceremonies - but those dont involve the community.

Living on "base" or "post" is just like living in any other community - except your constantly yelling over the loud airplanes flying over your home, and you don't have to pay tax on anything you buy. Oh and you have to show your ID every time you come and go - which gets really annoying.

The hardest part about military life is your constatly letting go of the people you love. I can never take my family and friends with me, and the friends I make here will eventually move away also. Not even my husband can always be there, but you get used to it and you make it work. My son is the only constant person that will always be there every morning when I get up, and every night when I go to bed. For him I am very thankful.

Rapture talk

So I'm sitting here watching the news and eating peanut butter out of the jar when a couple of things cross my mind. One- has everyone in this world gone mad? Two- Who allowed this old man who obviously knows nothing about Jesus to preach in America? Three- I wonder if I will be sitting here eating peanut butter when Jesus does come? How embarassing.

Matthew 24:36 Of that day and hour no one knows, no, not even the angels of heaven, but the Father only.

Although I really would like to know when that is going to happen so I can buy a new outfit, not even Jesus knows when the rapture will happen. And also, people arent just going to magically dissapear. Everyone will know when its happening. So everyone needs to stop listening to some senile man who quite clearly belongs in a retirement home. And I honestly have no idea what people are talking about Zombies taking over.. but really people?? I dont think I need to do any sort of explaining when it comes to that theory.

Personally I think your all nuts.

May 19th

These are a couple of questions about marriage answered by kids I read in an email forward.

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck.

- Ricky, age 10

WHEN IS IT OK TO KISS SOMEONE?

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with

that.

- Curt, age 7

When they're rich.

- Pam, age 7

These are obviously some smart children. In this "smart children" group, I would also like to include a little girl from the playground who told me that girls dont have guts.

Anyways nothing interesting has happened this week. Other than me spending an unhealthy amount of time watching Glee, and Dylan getting his hand stuck in the dishwasher. You know, the usual.

My dog is all the rage

I have decided not to take Shelby to the playground anymore, since there always seems to be a kid who wont leave her alone so that I can leave. The other day we took her and Dylan out to play, and not only did this little boy get her to chase him around the jungle gym so that her leash got all tangled around me- its a retractable one, and does NOT feel good on bare skin- but he also took my bubbles and spilled the whole tube on the floor.

One of the little girls who lives in our building always whines for her to come out and play-but she cant go without me and I always have to run WITH shelby and the girl since shes on a leash so thats just out of the question. There have been countless times where I have had to sit through her foot stomping tantrum because I wont let the dog go out and play with her.

Now the little boy who always walks around by himself and blows "sleeping spells" at her through a hollow broom stick is someone I can get along with. He's cool. Mostly because he has a mind thats out of the norm, mostly because he doesn't beg us to stay-actually he begs us to leave- but mostly mostly because he drives Chad crazy, and I just think thats funny.

Dont get me wrong, I do like kids. I have one of my own. I just don't have a whole lot of patience for people in general-no matter what size or age. Especially when they spill my bubbles.

Patience Is A Virtue

So yesterday morning I got up and went to get Dylan out of his crib. He was already up laughing to himself so I figured he would be in a good mood for the day. As soon as I open the door I was hit by an all too familiar smell. At some point he took off his diaper and made a huge mess...all over EVERYTHING. Probably one of the worst mornings I have had in a while. Later we went over to his friend Xanders house to take some Easter pictures in the grass by a cherry blossum tree, but both boys were extremely cranky and Xander was terrified of our dog Shelby who acted as the Easter Bunny with pink ears and ribbon. Not the photo session we were hoping for, but we still had fun doing it even through the frustration.

Today I went to the post office to pick up a package that came in for us from my mother in law. Once I got there I actually had two packages waiting instead of one, and carrying both of them plus Dylan and my wallet was a huge disaster. The top package kept sliding off and everytime I bent over to pick it up my walled fell from my pocket and all of my cards spilled out. Finally I decided to make Dylan walk on his own, but once we got in the middle of the street he decided to sit down and laugh. When I bent over to pick him up my sunglasses fell to the ground and I didnt have enough hands to get them so I set the packages down on the grass and walked back to get them. But as soon as I turned around a car came speeding down the street and ran them over! Luckily one of Chads sergeants saw me struggling and helped me to the car with all of my stuff.

So this is the list of things Dylan is no longer allowed to do:
-Eat apples
-Sleep without pants
-Accompany me to the post office

Im sure I will be adding a few more things as the week goes on.

Gartenshau, and apples

Now that the weather is getting warmer here, i've been staying pretty busy with a couple of friends that i've made, and trying to get dylan out to play as much as I can. The other day we went to Gartenshau (Garden show) which is basically a big park with life size dinosaur models and beautiful scenery. We had a nice picnic and Dylan got to play with his friends Xander and Aurora! He ate a couple handfulls of sand, but I saw that coming so wasn't too surprised. Since he's the only one who cant walk yet he mostly got really dirty sitting in the sand and crawling through mud. There's also a stream that runs through and the boys got to play in that a little bit.

Chad and I went to a nice furniture store the other day and it made us totally rethink about our ideas for our place so we will probably end up selling the furniture we have and starting over again. Too bad we didnt go there in the first place.

Today I cut up an apple and gave dylan some pieces, but of course he shoved whole pieces in his mouth, and I ended up having to put my whole hand down his throat and push an apple piece down his pipes when one got stuck and I couldnt pull it out. Dylan isn't allowed to have apples anymore.

Ice cream

So I sent Chad to the library to print off his paperwork so we can do taxes this afternoon, since we've procrastinated long enough. He leaves, and about 8 minutes later I look out the window and see that the car is still parked outside. I'm thinking to myself, "what could he seriously be doing in the car for this long?". So I call him and ask why he hasnt left yet. His response: "Oh....ummmm....I'm standing in line for the ice cream truck." Seriously?!?! I look over and see him standing with all the kids in line waiting for ice cream.

THEN another 5 minutes pass and he comes in the door with a bowl of ice cream, and says "here I got it for us to share, just leave me some i'll be back." YEA RIGHT! Of course after he gets busted he brings it up to share with me. At least he attempted to cover it up ;)

Happy Monday!!

Dylan broke our digital camera the other day and I swear I have picture withdrawls every time he does something cute! He was such a good boy today while I cleaned the house and organized his room. He played with his toys all day long and sat in his Thomas the Train tent with our dog, Shelby, and looked at his books. He did get into my colored pencils though. I found one chewed up and spread all over the living room rug. Atleast he stopped eating paper.

He finally got back on his regular sleeping schedule, only to awake the next morning to a daylight savings change. Of course that would happen. An hour shouldnt really make that much of a difference, but to a baby who has been on a time zone from the other side of the world it does. Now its 7:30pm and it looks like its 2 in the afternoon outside.

One thing I have enjoyed since we got back from our trip is the weather. It is such a change for only 2 weeks! Its beautiful. It would be nice if Arizona was like this all the time, a little warm instead of the equivalent to stepping inside a brick oven. But I tan faster in the Arizona weather and I'll take what I can get.

By the way, this is  picture of Dylan the day after we got home from our trip. He never falls asleep on the living room floor. He was obviously jet lagged.

Facts and memories

*When we were little my brothers and I were obsessed with playing "school". Sine I was the oldest I would always be the teacher. Once when we were playing in the backyard I found a rusty nail and carved names into our playground slide as I called them out and pretended to take attendance. Everytime we slid down, the carvings would hurt our butts and I was always terrified my dad would go out there and see that I had defaced our property until the day we moved.

*I hate heights and you will never get me to go on any rides that I can picture myself dying on.

*The past few weeks I have been trying to remember to go into our storage and get my bible because I couldn't for the life of me remember what some of the 10 commandments were. Everynight when I realize that I forgot again, I would pray and tell God I'm sorry and that I would get it tomorrow. I assumed by now he was tired of hearing it. My son got a daily bible for his birthday. I opened it up yesterday and flipped to the date, and it was on the ten commandments. I couldn't do anything but smile to myself.

* I love my husband more than anyone will ever understand. I could die today and still have lived a full and wonderful life all because of the short time I have been with him. I truly believe he was Gods plan for me.

*I probably take about 65 pictures of my son a day. I never want to forget anything.

*I really want a daughter and plan to start trying the day Chad comes home from Iraq.

*I am terrified of birds and cats.

*I dont do new years resolutions because everyday I try to be a better person than I was the day before, not just once a year.

*I have always had an obsession with even numbers. I chew my food an even number of times on both sides of my mouth, and take the same amount of steps on each food between the cracks in the sidewalk, even if I have to jump. I've been doing it since I was a little girl and I'm not sure where it came from.

*I love my family. Intermediate, extended, and by marriage.

*I will never forget the day I went up north with my family and fell head first into the little colorado river. My grandma had to pull me out by my hair. I remember jumping on my grandpas bed and telling him what happened, even though I was only like 3 at the time.

Trip home

We just got back from a much needed trip home. Dylan got to celebrate his first birthday, and get lots of love and attention from his family and friends who have missed him so much! Chad and I also enjoyed all the grandparents that kept him busy the whole time. It was a much needed break!

We were supposed to arrive on Monday the 7th, but accidentally drove to the wrong airport and missed our flight. Luckily the lady at the front desk felt bad for us and changed our tickets to the next day for free instead of charging us the 800 dollars it is supposed to cost. The next day we drove to the right airport, but our first flight was delayed 2 hours, so we ended up missing our connecting flight as well. We eventually did get there and then crammed as much in those two weeks as we could!

Family lunches and dinners, aloha festival, tattoos, zoo, family pictures, dylans birthday party, my birthday party, spring training game, shopping, a beautiful wedding and reception, bowling, movies, breakfast, lots of coffee, and ordered my bridesmaid dress for my best friends wedding.

It all went by WAY too fast. Dylan and I will be going back in 4 to 5 months, but the reasoning makes it bitter sweet, and i'm not so sure I want it to come as quick as everything else has. For now we're just going to be a family and live our lives. Try to do as much together as we can before we have to spend some time apart.

At the moment Dylan and I are getting mommy and baby time since its 2am and he wont sleep because he is now on Arizona time- thanks Dylan. Did I mention that today is my 21st birthday?

Just an update

These past few weeks have been pretty uneventful. We had a small celebration at home for Dylans first birthday where he got to shove cake in his face and wear a hat that he complained about the whole time. We started going to a couple playgroups and he seems to enjoy that even though he doesn't really interact with other kids yet he just does his own thing. Its more like an hour that I get to chase him around a big play yard than social time with other kids. But he seems to like it and I've also had the chance to make a couple of friends there and thats a definite plus.

We're getting ready to head back to the states for a couple of weeks to visit family and friends. I am hoping to get away from the depressing weather here for a little while, lets pray the cold doesn't follow us. I have decided that when we get back I am going to look for a job and a babysitter for Dylan. Mostly because 6 months of being trapped inside equals out to 10 to 15 extra pounds that really isn't needed and I would really enjoy some scenery other than the inside of this apartment.

I've been thinking about what to put in my next post for a while but I really don't have any interesting stories this time. Unless you want to hear about all the gross things Dylan has eaten lately but I'm pretty sure we already covered that a couple of times.

Just a quick statement

So I have to say that it's really annoying to hear people freak out about the world ending in 2012. Probably the same group of people who think Tupac is still alive, or that smoking pot is healthy because its a "natural herb". I am pretty sure that God is the only one who can end the world, and he has some pretty big plans to fulfill before that ever happens. Why are people SO obsessed with finding out exactly when they're going to die anyway? Living in fear isn't a good way to live... in my opinion anyway. We aren't supposed to know the future. We're supposed to take what God gives us and enjoy it. Count our blessings instead of worrying of whats to come. Have faith in him and he will have faith in you.

Shelby

Well last time I wrote about how we finally decided to give up Lady (Cujo), and she went to a good home right down the road. We were half expecting them to show up at our door after a few days and ask for a refund, but they never came. Personally I think it's lonely without a dog in a home especially when away from friends and family and being a stay at home mom, so of course we had to try again. This time my husband picked the dog. 

This is Shelby. Our newest attempt at a kanine companion. A far better dog than Lady, and house trained. I am in heaven. She also scares off a lot of kids during our walks which comes in handy. Even though she's really friendly, people take one look at her and think she's a pit bull. This is a bulldog for anyone who isn't dog savy.


We also were informed that the other half of our couch is in (finally) and is going to be delivered in a couple of days. Thank goodness we're going to have a complete living room...if my husband ever decides to mount the T.V. to the wall. Right now we have pieces of styrofoam that came in the original packaging holding it up. It doesn't look very nice. And Dylan keeps pulling pieces off of it and sticking it in his mouth. As lazy as it sounds, I will be relieved to not have to stand right next to the T.V. and angle the remote to change the channel. The styrofoam is blocking the censor and you have to be right up next to it to get it to work.

Hopefully this week holds big things. Such as my new workout shoes that I ordered arriving, or maybe winning the lottery. I'll settle for either.

Q-tips, socks and so long furry..frenemy

I love that my son is so low maintenance in the morning. I put on cartoons, put a bottle and a toy in front of him and hes occupied until nap time. I even go back to bed most of the time after I get him out of his crib, which is probably very lazy of me since he doesn't actually get up until around 9 or 9:30.

Last night I walked past his bedroom, did a double take and walked backwards to his door and saw him sitting in a huge pile of Q-tips. He was picking them up and laughing at them like they were performing a circus act. Its amazing how he can be so amused with something so ridiculous.

I decided it was probably time to completely baby proof the house. As in outlet covers and cabinet locks. About an hour after I covered up all of the outlets he started noticing that they were there and tried to put a few of his toys in it. Perfect timing I guess.

We got rid of Lady, our 'fore mentioned kujo dog. I wasn't actually expecting it to be hard giving her up, and I definitely wasn't expecting to miss her but of course I do. After her leaving I continued to cry for a good hour and simultaneously throughout the next couple of days. I had been emailing her prospective new owner before giving her up and when she showed up at the door with a girlfriend who was dressed in punk rock clothes and had hair like Joan Jet I was a little worried about where Lady was going. But they were actually really nice and the normal looking one was her new owner anyway.


Two days later I got an email from her saying that Lady was doing very well and was loving all the attention from the 3 kids, and spending a lot of time playing in their big back yard. It's relieving to know that she's happy.