So busy...

We have been so busy lately! So, so busy! My mom came two weeks ago.  Last weekend all we did was run around all weekend.  This weekend, my friend from SMS (now Missouri State) came out to visit. So, we were busy all weekend this weekend too. 

We went to the pool Wednesday, Independence Day.  We went yesterday too.  I've got quite the tan going on at this point. Which is hilarious, if you know me because I'm still pretty pale. My kids have quite the tan going on too, even with all the sunscreen I slap on them.  They're always like, "Mom, I have enough on." I feel like if you can't see the white sheen on their skin then it's not enough.  I just don't want them getting skin cancer at 15 or something.  Plus, sun burns hurt...bad.

Codey got stupid drunk on Wednesday, with Nic.  Nic was decent drunk. Codey was dumb.  He kind of always gets like that when he drinks.  I guess it's a good thing he doesn't drink like that very often. He had quite the bromance going on with Nicholas though.  It was pretty funny.

See... BRO-MANCE!

I'm glad they like each other.  'Cause Brittany and I pretty much love each other. Didn't use to though, that's the funny part.  I kind of couldn't stand her at first. And, I'm pretty sure she couldn't stand me either.  I know this because she told me.

I don't really have much to write about.  Tomorrow we leave for KC for 3 days.  I have to go see my midwife in the afternoon.  Alli is getting her cavities filled on Tuesday at 0730.  Wednesday we are going to see my parents, and then headed home at some point that day.  Thursday and Friday I'm watching Kelly's daughter, Candice.  Then Friday night... we're off to Colorado. I LOVE Colorado. I can't wait. Cooler weather, mountains, hiking.  It's gonna be great!!! 

Ok...that's all...adios.

Thankfulness.

So, we live in military housing. It's not great, but it's the nicest we've ever had, and it's fairly cheap. Anyway, not the point.  Like most houses, our walls are lopsided.  However, ours are SERIOUSLY lopsided. Like, bad. So, the wall in our bedroom is the worst! It's so bad that our dresser was "up against the wall." I use that term loosely. In fact, there's about a 3 inch difference between the top of the dresser and the wall...but not at the bottom.  So, Allison and Anna, our 4 year old twins, were upstairs looking for a pair of shorts for their dad. Anna came downstairs, and I heard Alli start screaming! Like...SCREAMING! I immediately knew what was wrong.  I said, "ANNA, what's wrong with your sister?" She said, "I don't know...the dresser I think." I jumped up from my seat and said, "The dresser fell on your sister?" as I was sprinting up the stairs. She tried to follow as best she could and said, "I think it did."

I got upstairs to my room, and it had in fact fallen on her, just as I had suspected.  There she was, lying there, with the dresser drawers on top of her and the dresser on top of them. Scariest moment of my life! For real! The first thing she said was, "Mommy, I'm sorry." Ugh, broke my heart, that she thought she was going to be in trouble for whatever had happened.  Poor girl.  I said, "Alli, you're not in trouble. Are you all right?" She was crying, and I was trying to figure out what was wrong with her.  At some point, I yelled for Codey, and he was upstairs before I could even finish saying his name, I think.

She ended up being ok. She only bit her tongue and made it bleed a little bit. I could not believe that nothing happened! Surely, God was watching out for her. So much worse could've happened to her. So thankful it didn't. Ugh! It could've been so, so bad.  I'll continue to keep an eye on her legs (that's where it fell), and if there's any swelling, or she gets a fever, I'll take her right in. However, I'm fairly certain she's fine. It would have been a different story if it had landed on her stomach or her chest.

Oh, we also got word today that Codey's orders might be moved up.  Originally they were for Feb 2013. Then, they got switched to Nov 2013.  Today, we were told that it might be before the end of 2012.  Wouldn't that be awesome! I would love to go to Fort Carson sooner, rather than later!  Don't get me wrong, I'd hate to move away from here, but I'm excited for the next chapter in our lives, and I'm excited to not spend another summer in KS. I love Colorado.  There's so much to do. So much to see. I am excited.  I will miss my family, but they'll still be close enough for us to visit frequently enough. Plus, there's enough technology that we can talk and see each other all the time.

Well, computer's dying, and I need to pump. That's all I do...Pump my boobies...I'm a milk making machine. Someday, I can tell the pump goodbye, hopefully. I'm thankful I can feed my daughter though. It's what's best for her...and clearly it's working for her. Have you seen how big she is?

My end of the bargain...

My friend, Tara, and I are going to start blogging... Not together or anything, but just in general. We don't get to talk much any more. You know, now that I've got another kiddo and all. You can read her blog here. She's pretty great.  Her husband is deployed.  Go read her blog and show her some love... or something.

Here lately, my husband is obsessed with fishing.  Here's something you should know about my husband.  He does this. He gets obsessed. About everything. Whatever he does, he does all the way...until he doesn't anymore.  It switches all year long. Right now, it's fishing. I HATE fishing. I just want to throw my thing in, reel it in, and throw it back, for like 5 minutes.  Then, I want to go home. I get super bored. I think if he was really honest, he would say he does too.  But, whatevs, if he wants to get up at 05 on Saturdays and Sundays, that's his choice, I suppose.

My mom came out and surprised us this weekend.  That was super sweet. I was having "I miss my mommy" issues this past week.  So, props to my mom for always knowing what I need.  We wore her out yesterday. We cleaned out our car, and I mean like CLEANED! out our car! Moved carseat, vacuumed, Armour Alled.  The "whole nine yards."  Then, we put the kids down for a nap. When they woke up, we went fishing again. My mom caught a "fish stick."

She also caught a catfish

She said it was the biggest fish she's ever caught. Good for her.  She likes fishing, reminds her of her dad I think.

Yesterday was a great day.  Today was even better.  I made these...

They are pretty amazing! Not very pretty, but totes delish! We have spent all day laying around. Napping, watching sports, cuddling. Because it was this hot today...

  It's been quite wonderful.  Although, we did clean the kitchen pretty well this morning.  My mom cleaned my microwave. That was pretty great because I hate cleaning the microwave.

There is nothing more to report...I'll leave you (ahem, Tara) with this picture of my awesome kids and I. 

I LOVE my kids.  They are super awesome! Til next time...

I'm so tired!

I so tired of mixed messages from people who should be constant messages. I'm so tired of having to explain myself over and over! I'm so tired of constantly feeling like I'm defending something that should be self explanatory. I'm so tired of all of it. I'm tired of competing for attention with people who don't deserve attention. I'm so tired of fighting for things that should come so naturally. I'm just tired. And, I'm tired of being tired...

Guess the 7 year itch is coming early for us...

That Low Down Dirty "D" Word...

   So, my husband is in the army, which, by default, means that my whole family is in the army. I kind of chuckled just now as I wrote that sentence because I pictured my little girls marching in formation in all kinds of TA-50 gear...too funny. Anyway, he's joined in the Spring of 2009, just before our twins turned 1. He left right after their 1st birthday, and came home right around Halloween. For a while he was a reservist. Ya know, 1 weekend a month, 2 weeks a year (which is kind of a lie, because it's generally closer to 3 weeks...I know, I know, not the point). No big deal, reservists don't go to war...except, they do. His unit had just gotten back while he was in training, and was preparing to leave again shortly after he got home. (They are now deployed in support of Operation New Dawn.) Soon after BCT/AIT, he knew he wanted to go active duty. The pay/benefits were just too good for our growing family to pass up. He was seriously working 60-70 hrs/week, and we were just barely making it. And by "just barely," I mean we had food stamps and WIC, we didn't pay our car insurance, and our car payments and rent were always late.
     It took about 8 for his conditional release paperwork to come through from his reserve unit. That came through in June. He had to go back to MEPS, be discharged (honorably, I might add) from the US Army Reserves and join the "regular army." (Again, also funny when you think that this implies the reserves and NG are "irregular army.") Then, he enlisted active duty, we were given the option of him going to Korea by himself for 1-3 years, or going to Ft Riley as a family. KS here we come...sort of. I mean, we both grew up like 12 miles from the border between MO and KS, so it definitely wasn't that much of a change. When he got to Ft Riley, his unit was deployed. They said they were going to put him on the list to go over, but plans changed over night, it seemed like, and he ended up staying in KS with us. His unit got home last March. HOORAY! Except that then, the talk of when the next deployment was going to be started up. Seriously, they got home in March, and by April they were talking about when it was going to happen again.
     Aren't they entitled to some time home? Is that what you were asking yourself? I'm sure it was, and the answer is...sort of. One year home/soldier. Two/unit. Unless the Army REALLY, REALLY needs said soldier/unit. And, apparently, the Army really needs my husbands unit. Codey went to Alaska in July/August to do...I'm not completely sure what, and by the time he got back, there was already a unit gone. Home just long enough to knock up their wives, wash their laundry from the desert and pack it all up again. (Seriously, lots of women are now pregnant without husbands because they had to leave so quickly after coming home. Kind of sad.)
     It might sound as though I'm talking in riddles, or being extremely non specific, and ... I am. I am not allowed to give details because of troop safety and operational security. You never know what kinda of Taliban wife is going to be reading my blog. I would hate for them to pass on information from an Army wife in the middle of no where. But, seriously, I can't share specifics...ever. I don't want to be responsible for somebody dying/not leaving when they're supposed to/not coming home when they're supposed to/getting blown up and what have you. I'd much rather just follow the rules. No specifics about troop movements. (You'll have to watch the news for that. They seem to be the ones to give out all the info.)
     Anyway, Codey's unit is set to leave. Not for a while, but soon enough for me. I understand that plans are fluid and can change quickly, but for reals...they're deploying. I just recently realized that I have some super duper ridiculous anxiety about it. It's not for another XX months, but I'm already anxious and nervous. Not the kind of anxious and nervous that requires medication, but the kind that requires some sort of attention for sure.
     See, here's the thing... I'm pregnant. Baby number 4 is due in just a few weeks. Like, 12-14 to be somewhat exact. The good news is Codey will be here for the delivery ... if they aren't on a training mission somewhere. Then, after the baby is here, he's going to leave. Now, I don't mean that he's leaving the as soon as the little kid pops out. Remember, I'm giving no specifics. For all you know, he could be on a plane anywhere from 6 hrs-10 months after it comes out. So, OPSEC Nazis...CALM DOWN!
     Last night, I started a stupid fight with Codey for absolutely no reason other than I could. Kind of dumb, I know. Well, actually, a lot dumb, but still. I was just so frustrated with him, for reasons that I could not explain. I have turned into a "stage 5 clinger." I want Codey near me all the time. And, for those of you who know me, I'm not like that with him. Honestly. If he wants to go outside and tinker in the cold, by all means, go for it. Don't expect me to like it. However, here recently, I'm like, "NO! Just sit on the couch with me." It's disgusting, honestly.
     I couldn't figure out why I was doing that. I mean, this deployment is pretty far off, and I'm already like this? How is going to be when it's like...tomorrow?
     So, anyway, my point is that I'm probably going to lose my mind while my husband is off fighting terrorism around the world. In fact, I'm probably going to be pretty close before he even leaves. Is this normal? And, if so, how do I deal with it? Maybe the anwer is as simple as just be aware of it. Maybe just being aware of why I'm trying to smother him and push him away all at the same time will be enough. Maybe? Who knows. I've got to figure out something, or he's going to want to smother me, in a whole different way than I am doing to him.
     Ugh, deployment sucks, and we aren't even there yet.

Making lists and taking names...

  So, as most of you know, Codey came home a week ago today. It has been great. For the first 4 days he was home, I pretty much did nothing. That was wonderful! Monday came work again for him...which meant work for me.
  In this life, you're always a little hesitant for them to go to work, because you never know what news they're going to bring home. If you're a planner, like I am, this can be near stroke inducing. I love plans. I love lists. I love planning my lists. I make lists for the store, for packing, for cleaning house...I plan and list for pretty much everything. One of the best gifts Codey bought me was a dry erase calendar. How pathetic, I know. But I can't help it. It's one of my favorite thing to do. Plan, outline, list, organize, execute.
  My amazing husband on the other hand has this incredible ability to just "go with the flow." It's a wonder to me how he does it. I, personally, can't do it. I'm trying. I'm sure I've blogged about this before, and if I haven't, I've definitely meant to. Because it needs to be discussed.
  Anyway, back to the point.
  In the Army there is no such thing as "for sure." There is no exact date given...EVER. There is nothing to help a planner like me micromanage my life like I want to. And, it's hard.
  My husband got sent to Alaska with a come home date of August 3rd. Then, 10 days before he was supposed to come home, it was changed to August 10th. For a pregnant control freak, this was enough to initiate a melt down. (Oh right, for those of you who didn't know, we're expecting baby number 4 in February/March of next year.) I lost it. I was so angry, frustrated, disappointed...pretty much every negative emotion you can think of, I was experiencing it. Then, a few days later, they said, "Never mind. You can leave on the 3rd." And so, my roller coaster went back up...until 2 days after that when I found out from his unit here in KS that he was, in fact, coming home on the 10th. Back down the hill we went.
  I grew used to the idea, as if I had a choice. He came home on the 10th, and life was grand...until.
  Until (and I have to be careful what I say because there's this pesky little thing called OPSEC that you're not supposed to break) I found out that he may leave again for Alaska in XX amount of months.  That would mean he'd come super close to missing the birth. He'd miss Emilee's birthday...again. That would make two years running. Oh, I should add...she's only 18 months old. But, then again, none of this is for sure, and just ask soon as they say it, they change it. Which is exactly what they did.  Alaska is on the back burner now, in exchange for a hotter, dryer, angrier location at a date yet to be determined, but most certainly sooner than expected.
  Again, I LIKE TO PLAN! If my husband is going to miss every birthday, holiday, anniversary from now until we're 65 just tell me so that I can get used to it, and move on. This "maybe" crap drives me nuts! I can't handle it!  How much more vague can you be? I mean, really.
  I suppose this is another lesson in "letting go" and trusting in the One who has it all in His control. I think that most of the time I forget that the Army is not really in charge. I mean, they are, but they're not. There is One who is always in control. Nothing happens that is a surprise to Him. And, he's got my best interested in His mind, so why should I be freaked out about all this stuff??  I think the answer is obviously, "You shouldn't."
  But how? How do we do that? How do we put the future of our lives, our families, our children in somebody else's non tangible hands?
  Do you think somebody can make out a list for me on how to do that?  Oh right, the Bible...

  Guess I know where I need to go and what I need to do ... do you?

Counting Skittles...

  (Let me preface this with saying I know some of you are going through deployments, and this is just TDY, but having your other half gone is having your other half gone, be it for a week, a month, or a year. It just complicates things. So, if you're going to have a problem with me making a "medium sized" deal out of Codey being gone for TDY, you might want to quit reading now.)
  Here we are, the last night together as a family for a while. I'm sitting on the couch with the twins, who are watching Fern Gully. Codey is in the recliner with Emilee, his little buddy.  They are playing with his phone making animal noises.
  Tonight we started a new tradition...counting skittles.  We have decided that our kids need to be acknowledged in the whole "Daddy leaving" thing.  So, I bough a glass jar, and some skittles and counted them out to just over the amount of time that Codey's supposed to be gone because the Army is excellent at changing dates at the last minute.
  We all sat at the kitchen table with the Ziploc bags of skittles for each kids and the glass jar. As I was explaining to the kids what was going to happen, all they could think about was eating skittles.  I think that maybe they are still too young for all this stuff, but I feel like we've got to start somewhere.  They need some way to countdown to Daddy coming home.  Their little brains aren't abstract enough to completely grasp the concept of "Daddy will be home in 6 weeks" or whatever amount of time it is. So, when the jar is empty, Daddy's home.
  They were so excited tonight about getting a piece of candy every night before bed, and waiting for the jar to be empty...However, I wonder how many times it'll take of us emptying the jar before they realize that it means Daddy is GONE. He isn't here to tuck them in at night. He isn't there to read a bedtime story or snuggle with on the couch. He's off doing work where ever the army says he's needed.
  I wonder if they'll resent him being gone, or resent the army, or even worse, resent their dad for leaving every time the army decides it's time. I would never want them to resent him for doing his job. I just know that there are going to be times when, to them, it's going to seem like "his job" comes before they do. 
  How do I combat this? How do I make them see that it hurts Daddy to leave as much as it hurts us to see him go? I suppose this is a question that all moms deal with when married to army dads...or dads married to army moms. I know so many more "male army wives" than I ever thought I would...the struggles they face are unique to them, and I can't relate as well as I'd like. (that's a different story entirely.)
  So, I guess I'll just do what I've always done, which is to just get through one day at a time. I am nervous.  Codey hasn't been gone for so long since Basic and AIT, and my kids are significantly older and more demanding than they were two years ago.  Plus, there's extra kid this time.  I'm sure it'll take some adjusting, but we should be all right, after we work out the kinks.  There are definitely going to be some rough evenings.
  It's past bedtime for the kids, but I don't want this evening to end. I want the kids to be able to play with Daddy all night long. But, they've gotta sleep, and we've gotta get last minute stuff taken care of before he leaves in the morning.
  The sooner we get this evening over with, the sooner his TDY starts and the sooner he can come home to chase the kids "around the circle," as has become our pre-bedtime custom...