Boys

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Mama!

Thats right folks first word is...MAMA! :) He of course, has said it before in a babbling kind of way, but today he totally knows Mama means ME! :) So of course I teared up and said Baby you know Im mama! And he said it again! I turned and looked at Joel (to make sure he was getting this!) and he said it again so I would look at him and when I turned back he smiled!! Ah BEST THING EVER! :) I love that little boy, and I love my little family.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

To the moon and back

For the first time in a long time I rocked my baby before bedtime tonight. Usually I read him a book, tell him I love him and put him in bed and he goes to sleep on his own. He has done this since he was about 2 months old so I haven't rocked him a whole lot (at least not at bed time, he never liked it).  Tonight, I read a book and laid him down and he cried and cried. I let him for a few minutes but then went in and picked him up. I got to rock him and sing to him for twenty minutes while he just laid his head on my chest and looked up at me, his little hand playing with the zipper on my sweatshirt.  He hardly ever cries at bed time anymore, at least not enough that I need to go in and sooth him. I think my little boy knew that I needed that tonight.  How wonderful it was, just to love and be loved.  My sweet Andrew baby new his momma needed a hug. After about twenty minutes I laid him back down, he rolled to his side and cuddled his blanket like normal.  I have a beautiful baby boy who reminds me how blessed I am everyday. You are my greatest gift;  I love you Andrew Miles, to the moon and back.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Powdered Donettes

Someone once asked me why it seemed like all military wives were overweight, my response was a little shocked.  I told them that all the women I knew were in great shape (still true)! Well, after a few trips to the commissary lately (and I myself 30lbs heavier than I would like to be, and most likely *gasp* considered overweight) I have come to the conclusion that there are no more overweight wives than average in our glutenous over indulging country. That being said, as I type this I am eating away my loneliness by murdering some powdered donettes (yeah that's not a typo, they are the hostess kind). *Shameful I know, but acknowledging there is a problem is the first step to change. * All of us have our way to deal with separation,  always coming second,  having to fill all roles in running a household and raising children. Mine apparently is eating. Bummer. Exercising is not a problem for me, Andrew and I (and by Andrew I mean I pushed him in his awesome BOB {thanks mom and dad!}) ran 5 1/2 miles today.  My problem is eating when I'm bored, sad, lonely etc. which feels like a lot of the time lately. Anybody know Jillian, because I could use some hardcore butt kicking.

Seriously though, I need an intervention; if you love me you will come to my house when I am not home, gather in my living room and wait to ambush me when I unsuspectingly return home from a trip to Target for some Resees Eggs (because we all know they are better than the cups!). You will then proceed to tell me how I am letting myself go and need to change my life before it kills me! And in doing this; safe my life.

I wish I could blame all of this extra baggage on my sweet innocent baby love, but I can not. All of the damage he did was gone by his 8 week mark. The rest was all my own.

Man, the truth really hurts.

I am hoping by being totally honest with myself it will help me make better choices. And by better choices I mean impulse control. Something that I struggle with in all areas of my life, not just the kitchen.

I'll leave my back door unlocked; you know, just in case.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Alone again

I am thankful for my husbands income. That he has a steady paycheck, and that my family has health insurance for which we pay next to nothing for. I appreciate our home, and everything in it. I adore my sweet baby boy, his smile melts my heart.
 I know what I am about to say may be selfish and ungrateful.

You know what, I wont do this again. I will not complain about things I can change, but choose not too.

I am currently listening to this song on repeat;

Carrying the weight on the end of a limb, youre just waiting for somebody to pick you up again. Shaded by a tree, cant live up to a rose;  all you ever wanted was a sunny place to grow.
Pretty little thing, sometimes you gotta look up and let the world see all the beauty that you're made of. 'Cuz the way you hang your head nobody can tell, you're my Virginia bluebell.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Daddy's girl

I am twenty-five years old, I am married,  I have a baby of my own, but I am still a daddy's girl at heart.  It really is the simple things in life that mean the very most. Today I decided I wanted to make banana bread and my dad has always made the best, so I called him to get his recipe. Anyone who knows my Dad, knows he is a busy man. I called him at work and he made time to tell me how to make his bread. That might not seem like a lot, but it really is. I am sure he had much more important things to do, but took the time for me anyway. I can not say how grateful I am for him, and for this seemingly small act, that reminded me again how lucky I am to have my Dad.

I love you Daddy, always will.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Photo Dumpage

Its been a while, and my baby boy is almost 8 months old...holy crap right?? :)



So sweet when he wakes up in the morning :)

Ready for church and oh so dashing :)

Nom Nom bananas!

Banana face

Such a big boy :)