Emma and I arrived at my parent's house in Vail, Arizona the beginning of December. People, I can not fully express how overjoyed I felt as I immediately started in helping my mom with her busy schedule and going outside with out jackets. I knew I despised Washington, or to be more specific, Oak Harbor; but what I realized was that my love for Arizona is as strong or stronger than my hatred for Washington. All I can say is Emma and I are both extremely happy to be here. And, yes, I know Emma is happy too. I can not express enough how amazed I am at the difference in her nature since we have been here. In the camper, there was always a lot of whining and clinging and complaining and disobedience (from me too, I might add); but here Emma has been an angel. I had no idea she even had it in her. She has been going to bed, including naps, with out a fuss. She has been happy and playful with all members of the family. She has been polite and complimented by others about her politeness at church. She really is a whole new side to my daughter that I did not know she had. I can guarantee you this behavior has come out of her because she now has room to run and play. She's not cooped up for months on end due to rainy days, playing in 37 feet of space. She has friends here at church and school (I put her in a child development center at church two days a week) that she is really enjoying and learning with. I couldn't get her to be interested in her ABC's to save my life, but now that all her friends are doing it....well, she didn't want to be left out. (Should I be concerned?) I'm certainly not concerned that she is doing so well learning. Her teachers at the CDC have been great. A day has yet to go by where I'm not shocked at the way Emma and I are feeling here. I've felt an actual Joy in my heart since I've arrived. My Sunday school teacher has been going over the fruits of the spirit. He talked about joy last week and how joy was happiness outside of circumstances. When he explained it like that I realized I haven't experienced true joy in months, maybe even years. To feel my heart so uplifted in joy as I started getting back into church, Bible, prayer, activities, warm weather....it's just more than I can be thankful for in one day.
I've also enjoyed watching Emma prepare for Christmas. Her school class hosted a Christmas party for the parents last Friday. I have to admit it was kind of fun getting all the little gifts Emma had made for me at school. The CDC has been so great for Emma. I don't feel guilty not being the teacher when she's there. I feel like she's learning such great things and because it's at the church she is also getting in lessons about God. It's exactly the kind of school I would have hoped for Emma if she were ever not to be home schooled. She also did such a great job decorating the tree, wrapping gifts, and helping with the baking. I love this age where they actually want to help out and really enjoy it. She's so excited for Christmas. Jampa had a birthday with gifts, Liz had a birthday with gifts and Emma can barely stand it. She so badly wanted it to be her birthday yesterday when we celebrated Liz's birth. She went to our Christmas countdown and put the count on the 25th and then ran into the living room saying, "It's Christmas!"
Perhaps due to pregnancy emotions or just for once not feeling so selfish and depressed, I've started thinking a lot about if I didn't have Emma in my life. The slightest things put me in a scare and I worry that I won't see her again. It also could be partly sending her off to school for the first time. Even Jason felt it out at sea. Our little girl growing up. It brings tears to my eyes even now as I think about the innocence that will soon be ruined by this wicked world, the dealings with bullies and insecurities she's likely to face and the teen years which I can only assume will be awful as punishment to me for my own teen years. But God is so, so good and gracious and I know he'll watch over my newly acquired little angel :) I'm not really the type to worry, but I can't help but want to be so cautious with my special Tiny Tyke, especially after the recent school shootings, ect.
The last couple days have been a roller coaster of emotions for me. I don't hear from Jason often and while I do ok with that for the most part, I think deep down it affects me. It would be nice to hear from him out side of "work talk" and to know he's thinking of us. The ships usually try to pull in for Christmas and so far we have not been able to webcam, but hopefully he'll have better service if they do pull in. Today I read in a devotional about how your focus leads your thoughts and essentially your actions. I find that to be true with how I think about Jason. If I focus on the negative things in our current situation or relationship, I will start thinking poorly of him, us and our circumstances. But, if I can remain focused on the good things in all of that then I can have pleasant thoughts and in turn not be grumpy.
I can't believe that it's the 23rd already. I'm so excited to put Emma's stocking out tomorrow night. I wonder if Emma will be old enough this year to comprehend getting up and opening her stocking in the wee hours. I want to watch her open her stocking, but I'm going to tell her she can go open it when she wakes up and hopefully I'll hear her get up. Of course, tonight is our traditional Scrooge tape night with all the traditional Christmas snacks. Mom might finally let me eat the sugar cookies. Apparently, I was banned from eating them until tonight. The tree is full of presents. A good majority of them are for Emma and I can't wait to watch her open them. I feel awful that Jason has to miss out. This is such a fun age for Emma and she is so cute as she does things consciously for the first time. I will send him videos and pictures, though. This morning I was able to send him a picture of the baby kicking. It was just one kick and hopefully he'll be able to see it. I think he'll enjoy that. I am 22 weeks along right now and starting to feel a LOT of movement. This one is a kicker.
Every day I have to remember to just enjoy each day as they come. These days will not last and, though I have two more months here, I feel like it's not enough. Time is flying so quickly already. I hate that Jason coming home means so many "negative" things for us; but I am just going to enjoy every moment we have here. I know if I pray about it, God will help strengthen me and give me more love for my husband than hatred for Washington. The good news is, Jason got approved to transfer, so we only HAVE to spend one more year there. Many future events could change just how long we have to stay there, but we are hopeful for a speedy departure.
Until then, I pray God will continue to work in my life, making me the wife and mother I need to be for my family. And I'm going to take these Arizona blessings as they come my way!
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Christmas Nana
Emma was so excited yesterday to pick up Nana. The house was a real disaster Saturday morning. It had been a couple weeks since I had done a very thorough cleaning. But, the family was very helpful in getting ready for the arrival of Nana. Emma's room could not even be stepped into, it was so messy. I told her to clean her room and a look of dismay clouded over her face. So, I tried a different approach. I said, "Why don't you clean your room since we have to pick up Nana today." She got the biggest smile on her face! She said, "Yeah, we have to get Nana so we can have Christmas."
We've been getting a lot of gifts in the mail over the last few weeks and Emma's been helping me wrap them. Since Jason is deploying before Christmas, we decided to have an early Christmas for just him. We got his gifts and he's getting ours. Nana Karen is involved in this early holiday, as well, since she happens to be here. Nana's arrival was the best gauge I had for telling Emma when we would be able to open the gifts. She's been a little confused though, because I've also been getting a few gifts for regular Christmas. I told Emma we would open those gifts when we were with Jammy. So, yesterday morning Emma kept saying we were going to have Christmas with Nana and then we were going to see Jammy and have Christmas with her.
I've always tried to be careful when I give Emma good news about something because I don't want her to get disappointed when something falls through. And as it turned out, while Nana was still coming, I told Emma way to early. We didn't have to go pick her up from the airport until the evening. We had several errands to run through out the day and every time we got back in the car, Emma said, "Let's just go get Nana." By three o clock, the house was very clean and we had three hours to wait before we could leave. So, Emma had to play with a minimal amount of toys for three hours straight. She did a pretty good job, though. And it was great having the Nana excuse. "No, don't get that out because we have to go get Nana." And every time I would say something like that Emma would regain her excitement. She was a very giddy girl all evening.
On the way to the airport, Emma slept. I was thankful she was getting in a little nap. The drive is two hours so it was a pretty good rest for her and she definitely needed it. She was starting to get grumpy and sassy towards the end of the evening. We left earlier than we needed to out of boredom and now that we live in Anacortes it doesn't take as long to get to the airport. So, we arrived really early and had to wait in the waiting lot. I had a nasty headache by this time and Jason was exhausted. Emma, however, was wide awake. Jason and I tried to get a little nap in while Emma sat patiently in the back for us to make our move.
Fortunately, Nana's plane arrived early. Poor Emma thought we were going to be getting on a plane. So she was a little disappointed when we simply pulled up to the curb. There were these rent-a-cops on these little scooters directing traffic right where we were supposed to pick up Karen. So, we couldn't park it and we didn't see her at first. We drove off to drive around again and as we were driving off we got a phone call from Karen saying, "Wait! I'm here!" (Those are my words.)
We finally picked Nana Karen up in the truck. Emma was beside herself with glee. She was giggling uncontrollably and, of course, talking up a storm. There was so much she had to get Nana caught up on. The life of a three year old is so busy. I had to chime in every so often to explain the context of what Emma was talking about. As her mother, I've never felt confused with our conversations; but as she talked with someone who isn't around much it was amazing how "in the know" I am with Emma's ramblings. I had to explain how when Emma says "yesterday" she simply means, it happened in the past. It could be as early as an hour ago or a month ago. If you aren't around her that often, it can be hard to decipher.
Emma's main topic of conversation was how she was scared of owls. She had lots of questions as to whether Karen was scared of owls when she was a kid and she proceeded to tell Karen that God will keep you safe from the owls. I also had to explain Emma's thinking on God, though, because as Emma was telling Karen about God, I realized how confusing it could be if you didn't know Emma. She went through this owl phase (which I thought was over) where every night she was waking up scared of owls. I told her that if she woke up scared, all she had to do was pray to God and ask him to watch over her and keep her safe. Emma would complain about how that wouldn't work because God isn't here. So, I explained how God is here, though we can't see him. I told Emma that he lived in Heaven which was part of the sky, but it was so high up past the clouds that we couldn't see him. Emma took that to mean, the Moon. Since then, I'm starting to discover that Emma is less scared when the moon is out. If the moon is hidden by the clouds or not there, she asks a lot of questions about where the moon is and corresponds it with God. It's kind of cute. And I think it's precious the way her mind is trying to figure out God. I think the connection she has made with God and the moon is kind of neat and I can see how as a kid, it would be comforting to think of it in that way.
Karen decided to spend the first night with us in the RV so she didn't have to check into her hotel late. Our pull out couches don't pull out right now. We took away that feature so that we could have a more comfortable couch. So, she bunked with Emma last night. As Jason and I laid in bed doing our nightly routine, we hear Emma chattering away at Nana and for all the traveling she did, Nana seemed to be pretty cheery in her responses. But, then Nana got quieter, Emma was singing, then Emma was talking, then back to singing and finally silence. So much exciting, new activity for our little Tiny. The next ten days are going to be a whirl wind of...Emma. She gets so overwhelmed with excitement and energy when Nana visits. Jason and I look forward to our free and very willing babysitter for a couple date nights while she's here.
Now, how will I explain to Emma that, though Nana is here, we still can't do Christmas for a few days?
We've been getting a lot of gifts in the mail over the last few weeks and Emma's been helping me wrap them. Since Jason is deploying before Christmas, we decided to have an early Christmas for just him. We got his gifts and he's getting ours. Nana Karen is involved in this early holiday, as well, since she happens to be here. Nana's arrival was the best gauge I had for telling Emma when we would be able to open the gifts. She's been a little confused though, because I've also been getting a few gifts for regular Christmas. I told Emma we would open those gifts when we were with Jammy. So, yesterday morning Emma kept saying we were going to have Christmas with Nana and then we were going to see Jammy and have Christmas with her.
I've always tried to be careful when I give Emma good news about something because I don't want her to get disappointed when something falls through. And as it turned out, while Nana was still coming, I told Emma way to early. We didn't have to go pick her up from the airport until the evening. We had several errands to run through out the day and every time we got back in the car, Emma said, "Let's just go get Nana." By three o clock, the house was very clean and we had three hours to wait before we could leave. So, Emma had to play with a minimal amount of toys for three hours straight. She did a pretty good job, though. And it was great having the Nana excuse. "No, don't get that out because we have to go get Nana." And every time I would say something like that Emma would regain her excitement. She was a very giddy girl all evening.
On the way to the airport, Emma slept. I was thankful she was getting in a little nap. The drive is two hours so it was a pretty good rest for her and she definitely needed it. She was starting to get grumpy and sassy towards the end of the evening. We left earlier than we needed to out of boredom and now that we live in Anacortes it doesn't take as long to get to the airport. So, we arrived really early and had to wait in the waiting lot. I had a nasty headache by this time and Jason was exhausted. Emma, however, was wide awake. Jason and I tried to get a little nap in while Emma sat patiently in the back for us to make our move.
Fortunately, Nana's plane arrived early. Poor Emma thought we were going to be getting on a plane. So she was a little disappointed when we simply pulled up to the curb. There were these rent-a-cops on these little scooters directing traffic right where we were supposed to pick up Karen. So, we couldn't park it and we didn't see her at first. We drove off to drive around again and as we were driving off we got a phone call from Karen saying, "Wait! I'm here!" (Those are my words.)
We finally picked Nana Karen up in the truck. Emma was beside herself with glee. She was giggling uncontrollably and, of course, talking up a storm. There was so much she had to get Nana caught up on. The life of a three year old is so busy. I had to chime in every so often to explain the context of what Emma was talking about. As her mother, I've never felt confused with our conversations; but as she talked with someone who isn't around much it was amazing how "in the know" I am with Emma's ramblings. I had to explain how when Emma says "yesterday" she simply means, it happened in the past. It could be as early as an hour ago or a month ago. If you aren't around her that often, it can be hard to decipher.
Emma's main topic of conversation was how she was scared of owls. She had lots of questions as to whether Karen was scared of owls when she was a kid and she proceeded to tell Karen that God will keep you safe from the owls. I also had to explain Emma's thinking on God, though, because as Emma was telling Karen about God, I realized how confusing it could be if you didn't know Emma. She went through this owl phase (which I thought was over) where every night she was waking up scared of owls. I told her that if she woke up scared, all she had to do was pray to God and ask him to watch over her and keep her safe. Emma would complain about how that wouldn't work because God isn't here. So, I explained how God is here, though we can't see him. I told Emma that he lived in Heaven which was part of the sky, but it was so high up past the clouds that we couldn't see him. Emma took that to mean, the Moon. Since then, I'm starting to discover that Emma is less scared when the moon is out. If the moon is hidden by the clouds or not there, she asks a lot of questions about where the moon is and corresponds it with God. It's kind of cute. And I think it's precious the way her mind is trying to figure out God. I think the connection she has made with God and the moon is kind of neat and I can see how as a kid, it would be comforting to think of it in that way.
Karen decided to spend the first night with us in the RV so she didn't have to check into her hotel late. Our pull out couches don't pull out right now. We took away that feature so that we could have a more comfortable couch. So, she bunked with Emma last night. As Jason and I laid in bed doing our nightly routine, we hear Emma chattering away at Nana and for all the traveling she did, Nana seemed to be pretty cheery in her responses. But, then Nana got quieter, Emma was singing, then Emma was talking, then back to singing and finally silence. So much exciting, new activity for our little Tiny. The next ten days are going to be a whirl wind of...Emma. She gets so overwhelmed with excitement and energy when Nana visits. Jason and I look forward to our free and very willing babysitter for a couple date nights while she's here.
Now, how will I explain to Emma that, though Nana is here, we still can't do Christmas for a few days?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Questions about Dad
Found some questions to ask Emma about Daddy.
1. How old is Dad? Big
2. What color is Dad's hair and eyes? Hair: black Eyes: Green (I think she's right. I don't even know ha ha)
3. What does Dad like to wear? Ships, when I go to Jammy's and I see my cousins.
4. What does Dad like to eat? Chicken
5. What makes Dad smart? Laughing
6. What does Dad work hard at? Ship
7. What does Dad always tell you? Get a time out (he doesn't say it that often, but I guess it stays in her mind lol)
8. What makes Dad happy? Laughing
9. Where would Dad go if he went on a trip and what would he take with him? He would go on a boat and take Emma (so, sweet)
10. What do you love about your Dad? Not going on a trip
11. What would you give your Dad? Chicken and bread
(I asked Emma number 12 and she said, "Oh, my mother's calling" and ran off. I called her back.)
12. What is your favorite thing about Dad? Time outs.
1. How old is Dad? Big
2. What color is Dad's hair and eyes? Hair: black Eyes: Green (I think she's right. I don't even know ha ha)
3. What does Dad like to wear? Ships, when I go to Jammy's and I see my cousins.
4. What does Dad like to eat? Chicken
5. What makes Dad smart? Laughing
6. What does Dad work hard at? Ship
7. What does Dad always tell you? Get a time out (he doesn't say it that often, but I guess it stays in her mind lol)
8. What makes Dad happy? Laughing
9. Where would Dad go if he went on a trip and what would he take with him? He would go on a boat and take Emma (so, sweet)
10. What do you love about your Dad? Not going on a trip
11. What would you give your Dad? Chicken and bread
(I asked Emma number 12 and she said, "Oh, my mother's calling" and ran off. I called her back.)
12. What is your favorite thing about Dad? Time outs.
Sometimes it just has to happen
I'm getting tired of allowing other people to affect my mood. And, sadly, it happens most often on facebook, a place I should be able to control. I don't really like people. I'm sorry, but it's true. I never have. I have always been an animal person. I will take a good pet over a friend any day of the week. I like a little companionship here and there, but I like it on my terms. I don't like keeping up with friends and frankly, there are few people out there that truly believe and think the same way I do. Trying to hang out with someone who doesn't share the same thoughts and ideas is just annoying. I'm a very opinionated person and I have no qualms about telling someone exactly what I think. I've learned how to be nice and tone it down for society, but at the end of the day, if your simply irritating me to no end, I'm just going to tell you. If you decide that my comments warrant that we can't be friends anymore, I hate to break it to you, but I don't care. That's just one less person I have to be annoyed by on a daily basis. I speak frankly right now because sometimes it's just time to say, "That's enough!"
And the time is now. I've had enough of liberal thinkers who want everyone to be treated fairly with no feelings hurt and get offended at every turn. I'm sorry, but that's just not the way it is. We were all born sinners. God sent his Son, Jesus, to die for our sins. We have the free will to accept that gift. God gave us the Bible as a guide. The Bible says "Let no man offend, thee." It also says no where that life should be fair. It's extremely clear. Heaven or Hell. God's way or man's way. And he even gave us the means of living a perfectly happy life with a happy ending in His Word. We have, but to put our selfish, carnal nature aside, believe it, accept it and do it. I struggle to do God's will every day. But I know His ways are true and right and I'm no longer going to be letting liberal thinkers affect me or my family.
I'm also doing away as best as I can with the uneducated and the insecure. These types affect my day to day thoughts and attitude even more so than the liberals. I could just scream at the parents who won't teach their children. The public school system is not cutting it. It gets worse by the year, though I won't rave too much on this matter as I haven't done all the research. But, I've done enough to know that future generations are simply doomed if left to the "public" to school them. Teenage mothers, drugs, and insecurities is what our future generation gets in public school, to name but a few. And even if you could teach your children to stay away from those things, education in it's self is in the dumps. A teenage girl called my phone by accident the other day and I was appalled by our conversation. She mumbled so badly that I could hardly understand her. She spoke as if she were on drugs and her attitude was that of rebellion to anything proper. I would have thought she was a 10 year old girl by the way she spoke with out any education in her speech at all. I don't keep up with many online social groups, but I can tell just from facebook that no one knows anything about the English language anymore. And it's not surprising when half the game isle in Walmart is full of Spanish only games, kids TV programs are in English and Spanish as well as schools, airports, and other overly populated areas with spanish speaking people all catering to the Spanish language by putting Spanish translation first instead of English. I have a hard time finding the English directions anymore on anything I buy including food products. I'm all for learning another language, but lets master our own English language first. I do not speak as properly as English was meant to be spoken, but, I'll be damned if I don't at least teach Emma how to speak properly as well as writing properly. There's nothing more annoying than reading someone's uneducated letter, text, comment ect. Why, oh why don't people find this important anymore?
I'm also far less concerned with whether Emma has friends or is socially expectable than I am with her coming up with insecurities. Uneducated people (among others that I won't go into) like to prey on others by placing thoughts of insecurities in a kid's mind. People make fun of me because I say good grief, be quiet, that stinks and other "nicer" terms. Uneducated people want to feel smart (I guess) by trying to make you feel like an idiot if you don't swear or use the slang of the day. Emma is going to be smart, beautiful, firm in her foundation and firm in her beliefs. And when someone makes fun of her she's going to know how to handle it. I'm still deciding what I'm going to teach her to do or say. I wasn't bothered by bullies when I was a kid. I had a few bullies, but their taunting didn't keep me up nights. My parents, somehow, where able to teach us to be sure of ourselves. To this day, I really could care less what anyone thinks of me. I wear what I want to wear. I say what I want to say. And when peers pressure me I usually laugh at them because I know that all they really want is for me to dumb down to their level. When I was a kid it was nice to blame the parents, but as an adult I realized that I didn't want to do those things anyway. I won't even get started on Alcohol and how it's just a product used by uneducated people to make them feel better. If you don't drink too, then you're the idiot? The weird one? Correction: I'm educated and sure of myself and I can have a good time while being myself with out the help of some drug. I've never succumbed to the dumbing down of our generation and I will never allow Emma to be involved in it either.
Up until now, I've put up with these groups of people. I try to be nice. I try to understand. But, I don't understand. And I don't care about their feelings. I want to tell them they are idiots and move on with my day. I don't think it's very Christian like to tell someone they are an idiot, though, so I won't take it that far. But I can control other parts of my day that allow these groups of people to affect me and my family. Jason is just as fed up with it as I am. And I'm so proud of the lady I know Emma is going to become! I can hardly wait to start teaching her how to be a lady and stand above the idiots. :) It's going to be fun. We'll do lady classes and protocol classes. She'll have one or two good friends who encourage her in the right way and we'll be one happy, stress free family.
And the time is now. I've had enough of liberal thinkers who want everyone to be treated fairly with no feelings hurt and get offended at every turn. I'm sorry, but that's just not the way it is. We were all born sinners. God sent his Son, Jesus, to die for our sins. We have the free will to accept that gift. God gave us the Bible as a guide. The Bible says "Let no man offend, thee." It also says no where that life should be fair. It's extremely clear. Heaven or Hell. God's way or man's way. And he even gave us the means of living a perfectly happy life with a happy ending in His Word. We have, but to put our selfish, carnal nature aside, believe it, accept it and do it. I struggle to do God's will every day. But I know His ways are true and right and I'm no longer going to be letting liberal thinkers affect me or my family.
I'm also doing away as best as I can with the uneducated and the insecure. These types affect my day to day thoughts and attitude even more so than the liberals. I could just scream at the parents who won't teach their children. The public school system is not cutting it. It gets worse by the year, though I won't rave too much on this matter as I haven't done all the research. But, I've done enough to know that future generations are simply doomed if left to the "public" to school them. Teenage mothers, drugs, and insecurities is what our future generation gets in public school, to name but a few. And even if you could teach your children to stay away from those things, education in it's self is in the dumps. A teenage girl called my phone by accident the other day and I was appalled by our conversation. She mumbled so badly that I could hardly understand her. She spoke as if she were on drugs and her attitude was that of rebellion to anything proper. I would have thought she was a 10 year old girl by the way she spoke with out any education in her speech at all. I don't keep up with many online social groups, but I can tell just from facebook that no one knows anything about the English language anymore. And it's not surprising when half the game isle in Walmart is full of Spanish only games, kids TV programs are in English and Spanish as well as schools, airports, and other overly populated areas with spanish speaking people all catering to the Spanish language by putting Spanish translation first instead of English. I have a hard time finding the English directions anymore on anything I buy including food products. I'm all for learning another language, but lets master our own English language first. I do not speak as properly as English was meant to be spoken, but, I'll be damned if I don't at least teach Emma how to speak properly as well as writing properly. There's nothing more annoying than reading someone's uneducated letter, text, comment ect. Why, oh why don't people find this important anymore?
I'm also far less concerned with whether Emma has friends or is socially expectable than I am with her coming up with insecurities. Uneducated people (among others that I won't go into) like to prey on others by placing thoughts of insecurities in a kid's mind. People make fun of me because I say good grief, be quiet, that stinks and other "nicer" terms. Uneducated people want to feel smart (I guess) by trying to make you feel like an idiot if you don't swear or use the slang of the day. Emma is going to be smart, beautiful, firm in her foundation and firm in her beliefs. And when someone makes fun of her she's going to know how to handle it. I'm still deciding what I'm going to teach her to do or say. I wasn't bothered by bullies when I was a kid. I had a few bullies, but their taunting didn't keep me up nights. My parents, somehow, where able to teach us to be sure of ourselves. To this day, I really could care less what anyone thinks of me. I wear what I want to wear. I say what I want to say. And when peers pressure me I usually laugh at them because I know that all they really want is for me to dumb down to their level. When I was a kid it was nice to blame the parents, but as an adult I realized that I didn't want to do those things anyway. I won't even get started on Alcohol and how it's just a product used by uneducated people to make them feel better. If you don't drink too, then you're the idiot? The weird one? Correction: I'm educated and sure of myself and I can have a good time while being myself with out the help of some drug. I've never succumbed to the dumbing down of our generation and I will never allow Emma to be involved in it either.
Up until now, I've put up with these groups of people. I try to be nice. I try to understand. But, I don't understand. And I don't care about their feelings. I want to tell them they are idiots and move on with my day. I don't think it's very Christian like to tell someone they are an idiot, though, so I won't take it that far. But I can control other parts of my day that allow these groups of people to affect me and my family. Jason is just as fed up with it as I am. And I'm so proud of the lady I know Emma is going to become! I can hardly wait to start teaching her how to be a lady and stand above the idiots. :) It's going to be fun. We'll do lady classes and protocol classes. She'll have one or two good friends who encourage her in the right way and we'll be one happy, stress free family.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Questions I asked Emma
Pinterest had this fun idea to ask your kids a few question about yourself. Her answers at 3 years old were hilarious. I want to try and remember to do this each year.
1. What is something Mommy always says to you?
Daddy
2. What makes Mommy happy?
1. What is something Mommy always says to you?
Daddy
2. What makes Mommy happy?
Bad
3. What makes Mommy sad?
Happy (I don't think she understands these emotions lol but she knows her opposites)
4. How does Mommy make you laugh?
After asking this question Emma just started laughing hysterically.
5. What was Mommy like as a child?
Walked to the store
6. How old is Mommy?
3
7. How tall is Mommy?
Huge (and she held her hands high in the air)
8. What is Mommy's favorite thing to do?
school (kind of true)
9. What does Mommy do when you're not around?
Be Grumpy (lol little does she know I go off and sleep and eat chocolate)
10. If Mommy becomes famous, what will it be for?
time out's (ha ha ha)
11. What is Mommy really good at?
Princess Celestia (A my little Pony character which was sitting on the table as I asked these questions lol)
12. What is Mommy not very good at?
flowers, plants, crowns, headbands, and hairties (huh, I thought I was pretty good at that stuff.)
13. What does Mommy do for her job?
books (kind of true)
14. What is Mommy's favorite food?
Speghetti-o's (her favorite)
15. What makes you proud of Mommy?
Helping her with her pumpkin
16. If Mommy were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Princess Celestia
17. What do you and Mommy do together?
school
18. How are you and Mommy the same?
tall (true)
19. How are you and Mommy different?
puppies.....(ok)
20. How do you know Mommy loves you?
hugs (and she proceeded to hug me)
21. Where is Mommy's favorite place to go?
Washington (what?! It's probably the only "place" she knows to say lol)
3. What makes Mommy sad?
Happy (I don't think she understands these emotions lol but she knows her opposites)
4. How does Mommy make you laugh?
After asking this question Emma just started laughing hysterically.
5. What was Mommy like as a child?
Walked to the store
6. How old is Mommy?
3
7. How tall is Mommy?
Huge (and she held her hands high in the air)
8. What is Mommy's favorite thing to do?
school (kind of true)
9. What does Mommy do when you're not around?
Be Grumpy (lol little does she know I go off and sleep and eat chocolate)
10. If Mommy becomes famous, what will it be for?
time out's (ha ha ha)
11. What is Mommy really good at?
Princess Celestia (A my little Pony character which was sitting on the table as I asked these questions lol)
12. What is Mommy not very good at?
flowers, plants, crowns, headbands, and hairties (huh, I thought I was pretty good at that stuff.)
13. What does Mommy do for her job?
books (kind of true)
14. What is Mommy's favorite food?
Speghetti-o's (her favorite)
15. What makes you proud of Mommy?
Helping her with her pumpkin
16. If Mommy were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Princess Celestia
17. What do you and Mommy do together?
school
18. How are you and Mommy the same?
tall (true)
19. How are you and Mommy different?
puppies.....(ok)
20. How do you know Mommy loves you?
hugs (and she proceeded to hug me)
21. Where is Mommy's favorite place to go?
Washington (what?! It's probably the only "place" she knows to say lol)
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
It's like the day after Thanksgiving
We are out of groceries and the Commissary, where we shop, is closed on Mondays for restocking. So, we got KFC last night even though it wasn't in our budget. :S This morning I felt like I was serving Emma left overs from Thanksgiving dinner. The way I would cook it anyway. I was still in bed when I heard Emma tell her imaginary friends that she wanted mac and cheese and corn and white and feevy. (Which is to mean potatoes and gravy lol)
This year we are having Thanksgiving dinner at The Farmhouse again. It's a restaurant kind of like Country Cupboard or Cracker barrel. Jason's getting everything he wants for Thanksgiving and Christmas at Thanksgiving because he'll be deployed over Christmas. That includes a very early Christmas with his mom and, of course, us. Other family members will be and will need to send his gifts by that time as well. He chose the Farmhouse because neither of us want to deal with cooking Thanksgiving dinner in the camper. I might still make my own green bean casserole, though because as I recall, last year theirs wasn't good.
Sleepless nights and a constant uncomfortable pregnant feeling makes for late mornings sleeping in. I've accepted this by now, though at first it was not easy as I'm usually an earlier riser. Last night I went to bed with a headache and an upset stomach. This morning when I got up to make Jason's lunch it had not gone away. I'm so thankful for a very patient daughter who can entertain herself for very long periods of time.
Last night was so windy. We crack a window during stormy weather because I love listening to it at night. I was starting to fear for my plants and things outside, though. Everything is still in tact this morning. The sun is even starting to come out now, which is the first time in several days. I should take advantage by getting some more paint on the dog house.
Well, we tackled counting yesterday again to no avail. I've decided my daughter is just too smart for simple things like counting. If you show her a picture with a certain number of items on it and ask her how many it is, she answers correctly up to 3 items. But asking her to count individually is near impossible for her to do. I can only liken it to a mathematician who can not solve simple problems with out extravagant equations. I do desire an Einstein child :)
Emma's and my future is very uncertain for the next few months. Jason deploys in early December and time seems to be going way too quickly. I do so much look forward to being in Arizona, but I wish time didn't go so fast. I always feel rushed to do something romantic with him before he goes, but we either don't have the money or a babysitter or something keeps us from "dating." Then he goes and I have no memories to miss. We still have big purchases pending, too so I doubt we'll get to do anything special. It's also up in the air whether we will actually take the RV to Arizona. That has been the plan, but not taking it will save us so much money because we can stay at my mom's house. So we've started thinking about that option again. My holidays are all going to be messed up too. But, thankfully, my mom has the same traditions as me and I will really look forward to being in Arizona for Christmas for the first time. I can't believe I've never been there for the holidays.
I have two pots with half cooked things in them sitting on the stove because I didn't realize I didn't have the ingredients to finish them. We got a few things last night from safeway so I need to finish making that stuff. I'm also going to try and make "rice" crispy treats with some other types of cereal because I have a bunch that isn't getting eaten.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Three Year Olds....So Silly
I love this age for Emma. Was thankful to be over the baby stage, two was fun watching her grow, but three is hilarious. Emma has so many funny things to say all the time. It's so silly how her mind works. She is so smart. Will outsmart Jason and I for sure if we aren't on our toes. Sometimes her smarts don't out weigh reality, though.
The other day she wanted me to do something and was telling me in a bossy manner. She said, "You have to listen to me because I'm a mom and your a child." I've been teaching her Ephesians 6:1. She's always trying to find ways to make me the child so I have to listen. She had also recently been playing like she was the mom of her dolls. So I said, "You may be the mom of your dolls, but your not my mom. You are my child. Jammy is my mom."
A couple days later Emma wanted me to do something else. She said, "You have to do it because I'm Jammy."
Emma takes after Jason with her memory of movies. After a few watches she can quote a movie almost to a tee. Lately she's been watching the Land Before Time. (Don't worry, she gets a lecture about creation vs. evolution before she watches it.) Sometimes she plays her own imaginary games with the movie characters.
We were all laying on the bed, bored as usually, playing games on our phones. Jason had his feet propped on the dresser from the bed making a leg-bridge that Emma decided to play on. She played around his legs for a while calling to her Land Before Time friends. Then, she got up on Jason's legs and looked down to the ground and shouted to some imaginary adversary "You don't come up here unless you want to fight, or something....You Grandma!" LOL Oh, Jason and I couldn't stop laughing.
That same day she and Jason were playing around. Jason would tell her to "Look at that," pointing at nothing. When she looked he would tickle her. She was really having fun with it, but learning quickly. She wanted to get him. So, she pointed and said, "What's that?" Jason looked, but when he looked back Emma was nowhere to be seen. In her excitement she had rolled herself backwards off the bed. We only knew from the faint cries below. Well, I knew. I was watching it all, but unfortunately I'm one to laugh when you fall so I wasn't being very helpful. Jason played caring daddy and Emma soaked it up. She fake cries as long as she can when she's been coddled.
Emma doesn't miss anything. Last night Jason wanted to poke me on my belly with my jump drive. And for some reason I had this fear like I was going to get shocked or something. So I was freaking out and trying to get away. Finally, he talked me into letting him do it, but as soon as he touched me with it, I screamed just in case. ha ha
Well, this morning Emma found the jump drive and said, "Can I touch you with this? It's not going to hurt you." I said, "No." She said, "It's really not going to burn you or scare you." lol She's such a silly kid. She's a really great care-giver and comforter. Lately, I've been crying a lot for no particular reason. She always comes up and gives me a hug and says, "Don't worry, Mom. The dinosaurs are not going to get you."
Emma comes in my room in the morning and goes through my side cubbie, playing with all my stuff. So, this morning when I was ready to get up she was holding her hand like she had something in it. I said, "Put that away." She looked at me weird and I said, "What is it?" She opened her hand and said, "A booger." LOL At least she doesn't wipe it on the walls.
I got up later than usual this morning, although I have been lazily sleeping in most mornings much later than I should. But, at least this morning I have an excuse for sleeping in. Last night, I probably only got a couple hours of REM sleep.
Jason was so tired, he feel asleep almost instantly when we went to bed around 10. He then proceeded to snore loud enough to be annoying. He hardly ever snores so I was really surprised. But, I was playing games on my phone waiting til I could fall asleep, so I let it go for a while. After a while, it was just ridiculous, though. I gave him a shove and it seemed to help.....for a couple seconds. For the next half hour or so I kept shoving him, trying to get him to roll over. When he sleeps, he really sleeps. (He's slept through an earthquake before, literally.)
I finally got him to stop snoring and after finding a comfortable sleeping position of my own, I fall asleep, fighting for my covers while Jason rolls around. It's not too much longer when an orange fuzzy thing decides to sleep on my head. (This happens quite often.) The problem with me is once I'm awakened out of my sleep, I'm pretty much awake again for another hour. So, I laid there half asleep with a cat-hat. Moments later, another cat decides my arm is a comfortable bed. I fall asleep again, eventually and the next thing I know, I'm cat-less and I have this strange feeling that they are getting into something. Most nights I'm awakened by some type of bang or crash from them running around knocking stuff over. Tonight, there is not so much a noise as much as the occasional scuttle from spot to spot.
Two nights ago, Bagheera learned how to knock the mouse cage off the shelf. So, we are keeping the mice on ground level now. (That was a huge, ridiculous mess!) And that's when I realized and my heart dropped. I jumped up, thinking of ways to tell Emma her mice had been eaten by the cats.
I found Bagheera stalking the corner of the camper under the fire extinguisher so I knew I had found a mouse, hopefully alive. Fortunately, my cats don't eat mice. They just like to chase them around. Scout was sitting scared as a....mouse under the extinguisher. I pushed the cats out of the way and put my blanket up in front of him. He immediately ran right into it.
I took him back to the cage. One of their tubes had been knocked off, I assume by the cats. My heart sank again thinking, "Oh, great. McSqueezy is somewhere running around, chewing on wires." I put Scout away and there was McSqueezy just sleeping away in the comfort of his own bed. He probably didn't even know he could escape. He's a couple months younger than Scout and Scout is Alpha so maybe Scout made him stay. ha ha I don't know. But I was glad he wasn't running around. The mice went in the bathroom and I went back to bed to lay awake til Jason's alarm went off. I get the best sleep after he goes to work.
The funniest part is when Jason comes home, I'm going to tell him the story and he's not going to know any of it happened. Half the time he doesn't believe my late-at-night stories especially the ones about him snoring and talking in his sleep lol. And he wonders why I'm so tired during the day.
Well, Emma's waiting to do some painting. We're painting some stuff for her schooling as well as the dog kennel. And we can't do that til we start laundry. So I better get at it.
The other day she wanted me to do something and was telling me in a bossy manner. She said, "You have to listen to me because I'm a mom and your a child." I've been teaching her Ephesians 6:1. She's always trying to find ways to make me the child so I have to listen. She had also recently been playing like she was the mom of her dolls. So I said, "You may be the mom of your dolls, but your not my mom. You are my child. Jammy is my mom."
A couple days later Emma wanted me to do something else. She said, "You have to do it because I'm Jammy."
Emma takes after Jason with her memory of movies. After a few watches she can quote a movie almost to a tee. Lately she's been watching the Land Before Time. (Don't worry, she gets a lecture about creation vs. evolution before she watches it.) Sometimes she plays her own imaginary games with the movie characters.
We were all laying on the bed, bored as usually, playing games on our phones. Jason had his feet propped on the dresser from the bed making a leg-bridge that Emma decided to play on. She played around his legs for a while calling to her Land Before Time friends. Then, she got up on Jason's legs and looked down to the ground and shouted to some imaginary adversary "You don't come up here unless you want to fight, or something....You Grandma!" LOL Oh, Jason and I couldn't stop laughing.
That same day she and Jason were playing around. Jason would tell her to "Look at that," pointing at nothing. When she looked he would tickle her. She was really having fun with it, but learning quickly. She wanted to get him. So, she pointed and said, "What's that?" Jason looked, but when he looked back Emma was nowhere to be seen. In her excitement she had rolled herself backwards off the bed. We only knew from the faint cries below. Well, I knew. I was watching it all, but unfortunately I'm one to laugh when you fall so I wasn't being very helpful. Jason played caring daddy and Emma soaked it up. She fake cries as long as she can when she's been coddled.
Emma doesn't miss anything. Last night Jason wanted to poke me on my belly with my jump drive. And for some reason I had this fear like I was going to get shocked or something. So I was freaking out and trying to get away. Finally, he talked me into letting him do it, but as soon as he touched me with it, I screamed just in case. ha ha
Well, this morning Emma found the jump drive and said, "Can I touch you with this? It's not going to hurt you." I said, "No." She said, "It's really not going to burn you or scare you." lol She's such a silly kid. She's a really great care-giver and comforter. Lately, I've been crying a lot for no particular reason. She always comes up and gives me a hug and says, "Don't worry, Mom. The dinosaurs are not going to get you."
Emma comes in my room in the morning and goes through my side cubbie, playing with all my stuff. So, this morning when I was ready to get up she was holding her hand like she had something in it. I said, "Put that away." She looked at me weird and I said, "What is it?" She opened her hand and said, "A booger." LOL At least she doesn't wipe it on the walls.
I got up later than usual this morning, although I have been lazily sleeping in most mornings much later than I should. But, at least this morning I have an excuse for sleeping in. Last night, I probably only got a couple hours of REM sleep.
Jason was so tired, he feel asleep almost instantly when we went to bed around 10. He then proceeded to snore loud enough to be annoying. He hardly ever snores so I was really surprised. But, I was playing games on my phone waiting til I could fall asleep, so I let it go for a while. After a while, it was just ridiculous, though. I gave him a shove and it seemed to help.....for a couple seconds. For the next half hour or so I kept shoving him, trying to get him to roll over. When he sleeps, he really sleeps. (He's slept through an earthquake before, literally.)
I finally got him to stop snoring and after finding a comfortable sleeping position of my own, I fall asleep, fighting for my covers while Jason rolls around. It's not too much longer when an orange fuzzy thing decides to sleep on my head. (This happens quite often.) The problem with me is once I'm awakened out of my sleep, I'm pretty much awake again for another hour. So, I laid there half asleep with a cat-hat. Moments later, another cat decides my arm is a comfortable bed. I fall asleep again, eventually and the next thing I know, I'm cat-less and I have this strange feeling that they are getting into something. Most nights I'm awakened by some type of bang or crash from them running around knocking stuff over. Tonight, there is not so much a noise as much as the occasional scuttle from spot to spot.
Two nights ago, Bagheera learned how to knock the mouse cage off the shelf. So, we are keeping the mice on ground level now. (That was a huge, ridiculous mess!) And that's when I realized and my heart dropped. I jumped up, thinking of ways to tell Emma her mice had been eaten by the cats.
I found Bagheera stalking the corner of the camper under the fire extinguisher so I knew I had found a mouse, hopefully alive. Fortunately, my cats don't eat mice. They just like to chase them around. Scout was sitting scared as a....mouse under the extinguisher. I pushed the cats out of the way and put my blanket up in front of him. He immediately ran right into it.
I took him back to the cage. One of their tubes had been knocked off, I assume by the cats. My heart sank again thinking, "Oh, great. McSqueezy is somewhere running around, chewing on wires." I put Scout away and there was McSqueezy just sleeping away in the comfort of his own bed. He probably didn't even know he could escape. He's a couple months younger than Scout and Scout is Alpha so maybe Scout made him stay. ha ha I don't know. But I was glad he wasn't running around. The mice went in the bathroom and I went back to bed to lay awake til Jason's alarm went off. I get the best sleep after he goes to work.
The funniest part is when Jason comes home, I'm going to tell him the story and he's not going to know any of it happened. Half the time he doesn't believe my late-at-night stories especially the ones about him snoring and talking in his sleep lol. And he wonders why I'm so tired during the day.
Well, Emma's waiting to do some painting. We're painting some stuff for her schooling as well as the dog kennel. And we can't do that til we start laundry. So I better get at it.
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