tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69599659373734070302024-03-05T19:54:19.762-08:00Hall Kids NewsMell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-30582506794155768982013-10-03T20:55:00.001-07:002013-10-03T20:55:19.311-07:00A picture is worth three years worth of words<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVnx1v6x8psSANv_ZosjbQOR4uM42uux1d8SFjucjaDNtnks9J0r7Xgg8xFZ8luYWW4loiDxZYSJ2slfhYDMd3nJZwpx-_XGnUzDSf06tYZ_tsiXdoQiHYccUkI7jixSN72l1gIacwvRI/s640/blogger-image-406149292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVnx1v6x8psSANv_ZosjbQOR4uM42uux1d8SFjucjaDNtnks9J0r7Xgg8xFZ8luYWW4loiDxZYSJ2slfhYDMd3nJZwpx-_XGnUzDSf06tYZ_tsiXdoQiHYccUkI7jixSN72l1gIacwvRI/s640/blogger-image-406149292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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There is no way for me to catch anyone up, and since I don't really think anyone reads this, I am just going to jump right in.<br />
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Halloween is coming and my kids are all crazy. Abby, who has historically wanted to be a cat (all black and mean) or a witch (Wearing all black and mean) has decided that she wants t be a princess. I find this hilarious. I am thrilled she will be wearing the Cinderella costume that Zoe got from my Aunt Eleanor at Disney World.<br />
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Speaking of Abby, she is almost four. She knows a lot of letter sounds but what she knows the most is herself. She says hilarious things like, "you are taking so much longer than a jiffy" and one day recently threw a fit when I woudn't let her drive the car. The tantrums are intense, emotional and completely, utterly illogical. I am able to laugh about them later, mostly because she is my second child and I am mostly immune to being swept up in the crazy.<br />
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Zoe is just as smart and empathetic as I expected her to be. Possibly she is even more than that. She is having a sleepover party with six friends next Friday for her birthday. It's very exciting. We have pedicures, facial masks and dancing planned. She just finished the first Harry Potter book. I knew that she would love it as much as I do. She figures out the most amazing things about people and picks up on so much. And then she is completely oblivious the next day to something I assumed she knew. I love this complicated dichotomy of personality traits. She is definitely my girl and so much like me that sometimes I worry that she will make some of my mistakes. And then I watch her do something or hear her say something and realize that she is so much better than me that it will never be an issue.<br />
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Penelope is all sweetness and sunshine. Until she is not. She loves all of us with a vengeance and is doing all the crazy things an 18 month old does. She laughs, dances and runs everywhere. She has become absolutely amazing at sign language because she has completely given up trying to get a word in edgewise around her sisters. She just catches my eye and sings what she wants or gives them a look that clearly says, "oh puh-lease".<br />
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I hope to continue to update this but if not, at least my kids will see a snapshot of them on this random day.<br />
Also, this picture is not a metaphor. <br />
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<br />Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-38416767786299563232012-07-06T21:16:00.003-07:002012-07-06T21:16:41.845-07:00Starting in the middle because going back would take too long..I have felt this compulsion lately to write. And to write a lot, but everytime I think of coming back to this I think that I need to provide some sort of accounting of my time, catch everything up, etc. And then I realized that the beauty of having no real audience is there is absolutely no need to do anything like that.<br />
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And so... I am growing into my space lately. I suddenly find myself comfortable with home, with where I am. I love to watch my children play in the backyard and I love the life we are living. I do have some problems with the weather but I think a lot of it is mind over matter and I am trying to change my outlook.<br />
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Part of changing that outlook is taking care of me during this deployment (see, so much to catch up on!). When Chris leaves, i have to take extra steps to safeguard my sanity. I am proud to say that this has been my easiest postpartum period. So far I don't feel the least bit crazy or depressed, and I had an extremely difficult time with both of my other two and so was prepared to jump on the first signs of it this go around.<br />
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And yet..Penelope is a whole different ball of wax. She kind of exists in our existing life, if that makes sense. It's like she has always been there, smiling her gigantic smile up at us and really requiring little outside of that. Even waking up with her in the middle of the night is easy, partially because my extremely smart husband put her in the room right off our bedroom. She is lovely and engaged and quite possibly the sweetest and happiest baby who has ever lived. Any doubts I had about adding baby number 3 are so long gone, thankfully.<br />
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I have been exercising. Somehow I have even been doing it regularly. I am proud of myself, but still taking this extremely day to day. I know better than to get ahead of myself. It feels great and it's so nice to take a break from the kids (the YMCA here has child care that is awesome). I have done a wide range of interesting classes and am loving just feeling my body move after a difficult pregnancy and very slow c-section/tubal recovery. <br />
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And ther eis alot more to say, but a certain 2 year old keeps taking over my mouse!Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-80746574951478200732011-09-18T18:58:00.000-07:002011-09-18T18:58:32.323-07:00My Tips for a Deployment HomecomingSo I am kind of doing this for myself, because I am closing in on a homecoming here myelf (YAY!), and I think it's always worth remembering all of the tips and tricks I have learned in the last few years of many, many homecomings after trips of varying lengths.<br />
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I know these won't all work for everyone, but they are what works for me - at least, most of the time. Some are really little, some are pretty big - so here goes:<br />
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1. <strong>Remember that you have moved everything around - </strong>I am a "rearranger". I constantly move things - big, small or otherwise. I want to make sure that my husband still feels like he is coming home, so I try to leave things out in obvious places that I think he will need. This ties in to the next one, <br />
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2. <strong>Make a list of stuff to have in the house - </strong>I always make sure to have the toiletries ready and out. I don't want him to have to get his travel kit out and feel like he is at a hotel. And I am sure the last thing he wants to do after 48+ hours of travel is dig around in his luggage, so I put the shower gel and shampoo in the shower, the deodorant and toothpaste out on the counter. <br />
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3. <strong>Understand that time change/jet lag is REAL - </strong>I SO didn't get this one until I went to Italy with Chris this past summer. I got home and it was like 3 am Italian time, I had been traveling for a day, and things had been relatively quiet for a week. The kids met me at the airport and suddenly I was pluged into a noisy, confusing world! I was THRILLED to see them, but it took an enormous amount of effort to act like myself. I never understood what that was like for him before, and want to be more cognizant of letting him ease in. <br />
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4. <strong>Don't overschedule at first - </strong>this is a place where things might vary, but my husband isn't overly social. I am, and have been cooped up with kids so my first instinct is always - "YOU ARE HOME, LETS GO EVERYWHERE AND SEE EVERYONE<strong> </strong>WE KNOW!". This never ends well. He isn't ready (see #3), I feel bad and the activities dont end up being much fun. I have learned in time that the very best memories I have are of us just hanging out in our living room or snuggling with the kids in bed just getting reacquainted in our normal setting. <br />
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5. <strong>Have no expectations (at least at first) - </strong>some people might not agree with this one, but this works best for me. I catch myself thinking a lot - "ohhh, I can't wait until Chris comes home - this will be better, this will magically work, he can solve this problem, etc, etc". Not only is it unrealistic for me to think that he is a fairy complete with magic, this puts an unbelievable amount of pressure on him. <br />
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6. <strong>Ask for help and explain things - </strong>this is something I still don't do well. Chris genuinely wants to jump in and help when he gets home but is often at a loss for what to do or how to help me. I know that I am hard to help, I always manage to take it as a judgement that I am not doing it well enough myself. I have to take a deep breath and accept the fact that (especially with baby 3 coming) I REALLY need the help and figure out the things that I need the help with.<br />
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I know I have a lot more, and I will likely add to this list in the days to come, but it felt good for me to get the thoughts out of my head and into some sort of organized entry here, seeing as how the lack of leep and pregnancy is making me unable to remember my own name from one moment to the next.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-24035719663292218822011-07-16T18:42:00.000-07:002011-07-16T18:42:52.381-07:00Vacation Part 1 - Travel Day/First Day in VeniceI probably should write a whole separate post about us planning this vacation - how much fun it was. We have spent entirely too much time apart and it was so nice to be able to put together a trip that was just for us. Luckily, my mom and my Godmother, Helen, were happy to come watch the kids for the entire 10 days and that left us able to go..well, anywhere. Within reason, of course! I had pretty much thought I had talked Chris out of this vacation but he really wanted to take me to give me a break from dealing with everything without him. I can't believe how incredibly fortunate I am to have him. <br />
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We decided to go with this cruise in particular for a few reasons. The first is that trying to go all over Europe, carrying stuff, cramming things in, switching hotels, etc sounded exhausting. Since that was the opposite of what we were going for here (we both needed REST!), this cruise gave us a nice mix of activity and relaxation. It had a full but not necessarily popular itinerary, but it sounded amazing to us. We were both going to fly into Venice on a Friday and have that full day to explore, then our cruise left from Venice on Satuday at 5. The cruise itinerary looked like this:<br />
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Saturday Venice, Italy -- 05:00 PM <br />
Sunday Koper, Slovenia 08:00 AM 07:00 PM <br />
Monday Ravenna, Italy 07:00 AM 07:00 PM <br />
Tuesday Bari, Italy 11:00 AM 08:00 PM <br />
Wednesday Dubrovnik, Croatia 08:00 AM 06:00 PM <br />
Thursday Cruising -- -- <br />
Friday Venice, Italy 08:00 AM -- <br />
Saturday Venice, Italy -- -- <br />
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It was on board Royal Caribbean's "Voyager of the Seas". <br />
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So I left the kiddos here early in the morning on Thursday and got on the airport shuttle. By this point, my stomach was in a zillion knots. I had written all these pages of instruction for the kids (not that either my mom or Helen needed them) and had left Zoe notes and activities for every day. I pretty much tried to stay up the entire night before thinking I would fall asleep on the plane. <br />
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I boarded a plan in Seattle, headed for Amsterdam where I was lucky enough to have an aisle seat. I tried to sleep, but unfortunately nervousness had kicked in, plus I have never been able to sleep on planes. Instead I took advantage of my kid free/husband free time and actually chose which movies to watch for the first time in oh, about 5 years! I watched Black Swan, Country Strong and Hall Pass (don't ask on the last one - everyone around me was watching and laughing hysterically). I also read "Something Borrowed", which was pretty decent. <br />
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Our flight landed in Amsterdam and I was totally unprepared for what it was like to change planes in an international airport. We had to go through passport control and I had to walk to a totally different part of the airport that was going to take 17 + 12 minutes according to the signs. I started to become very, very certain that I was going to miss my flight or possibly get bumped as they had been begging for volunteers. The idea of getting stuck so close to seeing Chris was horrible! <br />
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But through sheer will and determination, I made the plane just in the knick of time. I did get thoroughly and totally groped by a woman in security there, it seemed to be the norm. I ended up on the plane next to a very, very friendly couple from the UK who were also going on a Royal Caribbean cruise out of Venice, but a 13 day itineray. He could tell I was a nervous wreck and talked me into taking the red wine they offered with breakfast and then they chatted my ear off the whole flight. It was wonderful! I don't know how I would have made it without the distraction. By the time they began the initialy descent into Venice, my heart was thudding louder than the engines and I could barely hear the landing gear descent. We hadn't been able to speak and I wasn't sure if we were going to be meeting at a wine bar we had discussed, right off my plane, or near the baggage carousel. I wanted time to brush teeth, hair, etc, but the flow took me right to baggage and there he was. I swear that we have been separated like 30 times but every single time I see him in an airport like that, I want to drop everything and run and jump into his arms! I sort of/kind of restrained myself but I know I had an idiotic grin spread all across my face. I honestly couldn't believe that I was in Italy! With chris! With no kids! And in italy! And with Chris! <br />
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This has gotten longer than I expected, so I am going to end Part 1, Part A here for now.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-50649931768403019712011-07-16T12:59:00.000-07:002011-07-16T12:59:28.570-07:00Leveling Out, Minus the Level.Just starting in the middle of nowhere. <br />
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I had a fantastic morning at the Farmer's Market. I got Abby a brand new Ergo carrier yesterday and she absolutely adores it. Our neighbor even said she had never seen the baby so calm. She calls it her "go-go" and we had a wonderful 3 mile walk yesterday and then another lovely stroll around the Farmer's Market today. I ended up getting a pound of zucchini and a pound of yellow squash for a total of $3. They are currently chopped and awaiting roasting. <br />
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Things have been good - I have about 7 blogs to write about our vacation - possible even more and will be doing that here soon, just wanted to say hello and figure out the Google Plus Integration.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-40984591154907671082011-01-23T20:28:00.000-08:002011-01-23T20:28:09.789-08:00New rule: a mom should always get take-out on a day she cleans up vomit.My poor kids are so sick. I am sitting here listening to them cough over the monitor. I don't know how it happened,. but all three of us woke up with the same deep chest cough on the same day with no other symptoms. By the end of today, though, Abby has thrown up twice, Zoe has a fever and I feel like..well, like a mom who has two little kids to take care of and can't think about how I feel. <br />
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The funny thing is, we are so incredibly overbooked right now. I did it on purpose to keep us all busy but maybe this is the universe's way of telling me..WHOA SLOW DOWN INSANE HELICOPTER MOM WHO HAS HER KIDS INSANELY OVERSCHEDULED. Umm...or maybe it's not yelling that loudly and I might have thrown in the insults myself. But right, we all need to slow down. Other than church today and a brief trip to wal-mart we enjoyed relaxing together and I let everyone watch way more TV than I would care to admit. <br />
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Speaking of the trip to wal-mart, zoe has been begging for these things called beyblades. Heard of them? Some sort of top like apparatus where you pull a rip cord out and battle your tops against each other. And in an instant I felt great sympathy for mothers of boys. I thought I had it hard playing Barbies!Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-76915261911039619882010-11-16T13:16:00.001-08:002010-11-16T13:16:14.370-08:00For my collection!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/16/1899.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/16/s_1899.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=SE%20Kemp%20Ln,Port%20Orchard,United%20States%4047.463439%2C-122.608910&z=10'>SE Kemp Ln,Port Orchard,United States</a></p>Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-77844497991072081612010-11-16T13:12:00.001-08:002010-11-16T13:12:25.106-08:00Home for awhile.Home For Awhile.. <br />
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Chris has landed safely, home from his Korean adventure where he ate food like baby octupus and some other things with tentacles.<br />
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He came baring amazing gifts, and we are so happy to have him here. particularly since we had a ridiculous wind storm last night that would have scared the beejeezus out of me. Instead I slept blissfully wrapped up in his arms, not worried about a thing.<br />
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He is off again in a few weeks, and that's strange to know. I feel bad watching him poke around the house. I know he feels sort of alien to the contents of it and to our routines, and I want him to feel like he is home, and not just at a temporary stop. It's hard though, when we had almost just moved in. I think he knows though, that home is where his family is.<br />
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And I hope to solidify that next week when we go to cut our Christmas tree down. I couldn't be more excited to do this for my very first time. I absolutely love the ritual of getting out the Christmas boxes and remembering all of our stuff and am thrilled that we get to do this part with him. I feel like he will be with us and our kids at Christmas, even though he physically won't; be here. Putting everything up together gives us the opportunity to start some new traditions in our new home.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-55962979196891335502010-11-10T20:11:00.001-08:002010-11-10T20:11:32.541-08:00I am resorting to a list of random thoughts:<br /><br />1. Friday Night Lights is truly a fantastic show. <br /><br />2. I need to get the (swear words) Halloween candy out of the house.<br /><br />3. I need to read a book and quit rotting my brain.<br /><br />4. I want to go to bed every night at 7:30, but it seems unrealistic. <br /><br />5. Poor Abby is sick and she is snoring over the monitor and it's breaking my heart. <br /><br />6. I am surprised by the people I spend a lot of time with, who call and check on me. I am so grateful for the support I am getting. <br /><br />7. I can't wait for the first snow (no matter what the ramifications of that snow are). I am fairly certain I am going to jump around and shriek. <br /><br />And with that, I have made it to 8:08. I am going to crawl into bed and listen to my baby on the monitor. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/10/2698.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/10/s_2698.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-80194982680612568812010-11-08T11:49:00.000-08:002010-11-08T11:49:33.508-08:00Some humble advice.I think we all have those people in our lives, that we have fallen out of touch with because...well, we can't remember why.<br />
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And now time has gone by and you feel like you don't know how to reconnect, even though you may think of this person often.<br />
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Chances are, they feel the same way. And if they are a good friend, when you reach out and say, "hello", they will be right there to say "hello" back.<br />
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Call them, write them, hug them, love them!Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-87622161560192746472010-11-07T19:38:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:39:25.935-08:00Our Amazing DogI had a request for a Bella-centric post. This dog is the dog that we were always fated to have. She is the most amazing little creature who knows every one of our personalities and tolerates us all. She snuggles when we need her to, and knew I was pregnant before I did! She protects the kids as ferociously as if she weighed 40 pounded instead of 14. She is our Isabella-Boo-Boo-Head and we wouldn't have her any other way. <br />
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<center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/04/2606.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/04/s_2606.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /></a></center><center> </center><div align="left"><div class="ingredients" style="margin-top: 10px;"><h3>Ingredients</h3><ul><li class="plaincharacterwrap">1 cup shortening <strong>(I used 1/2 cup butter and 1/2 cup apple sauce)</strong></li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar <strong>(I reduced by 1/2 cup)</strong></li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">2 eggs</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">2 tablespoons molasses <strong>(I used honey)</strong></li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">2 teaspoons vanilla extract</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">3 cups quick-cooking oats</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">1 cup all-purpose flour <strong>(I used whole wheat pastry flour)</strong></li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">1 teaspoon baking soda</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">3/4 teaspoon salt</li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">2 cups semisweet chocolate chips <strong>(I reduced by 1 cup)</strong></li>
<li class="plaincharacterwrap">3/4 cup chopped pecans<strong> (I eliminated..they are 5)</strong></li>
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneMell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-62580575422242992012010-11-04T16:14:00.000-07:002010-11-04T16:14:39.130-07:00When everything goes wrong but it ends up totally right.So I have actually been accomplishing my goals of meeting people lately. I have worked myself out of my perpetually comfortable hermit niche and joined the land of the living. And I am surprised to find that I really like it. I mentioned in a previous post that I have made a great friend Heather and become friends with two of my neighbor, both of whom have children my daughter is crazy about. <br />
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My next objective was to find a babysitter. I thought I could interview some people on Craigslist and maybe I would find someone that I just clicked with. So on Monday night, while Heather was over, we met a woman who sounded wonderful in her ad. She had tons of experience, five references, CPR cards, etc.<br />
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Well, she showed up and I knew right off the bat that this wasn't going to work out. She was a disaster, and couldn't keep straight who she had every babysat. The clincher came when I asked for her references and she could only supply one, but asked if her best friend from high school would count. <br />
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Two words: epic fail.<br />
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At this point, I was totally distressed. I know that I absolutely need to have someone that I can call if there is an emergency or situation here. I have my in laws, but they are too far away to really be able to help out in a pinch or on short notice. Also, with Chris being gone for a year, it's just necessary that I have some time to run errands or go to Dr's appointments without kids. <br />
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The next day I took a walk to my wonderful neighbor's house, an author namedTheresa. (you will probably see some book plugs on here for her work soon). I was going through the story of my internet nanny plight, and low and behold - she just happened to have a best friend that was looking to baby sit some kids occasionally during the day while she was home with her four year old! <br />
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I called her and went to her house the next monring to meet a wonderful, clearly caring mother who has two great dogs, a cat and a house that you can tell is filled with the kind of chaos and love that makes for the best kind of family! <br />
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We made arrangements for her to watch the girls for a few hours this morning, so that I could shampoo my carpets. Ok, I admit that this is totally lame but I have the kind of baby that allows me to accomplish absolutely NOTHING during the day. <br />
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Sadly, she called this morning to say that her oldest son had gotten sick but she would still be happy to watch them if I wanted. I declined (don't need sick kids on top of everything else!).<br />
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But here is where I made so much progress...ordinarily, this would have thrown me for a loop. I am generally horrible with plans changing at the last minute and allow myself to get all "a flutter" and stressed out. But I decided instead that it would be a great morning to try out the local MOPS (mother of preschoolers) group that I had been intending to go to. The deal is that the kids get split into groups and watched while the moms chat, do crafts, have speakers, eat, etc. <br />
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So I set out for the church near my house where I knew they had a meeting. Turns out I had gotten the day wrong. Here again, I orindarily would have turned around and headed home but instead I headed to another church where I knew they had the meeting. <br />
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I was pretty nervous, it can be very intimidating to walk into a group event where everyone know everyone else and you know nobody, but the only way I am going to survive the next year is to meet people, gosh dang it so I did it. <br />
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And oh my gosh, am I so glad I did. Everything just clicked! It was incredible. There were so many wonderful moms. I got to have conversations with about 10 people individually. You are put into a table group and I got pink (first sign I was meant to be there). The food was amazing, they do this incredibly ridiculous spread with coffee and homemade treats. <br />
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They start out with a raffle which I totally WON (second sign I was meant to be there!). <br />
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And then the speaker came on - she was talking about how to stop being so frustrated and angry with your children. This is something that I have put my primary focus on in the last several months. I hate being the mom who yells all the time. It was so nice to see the other forty moms nodding in the places I was, relating to this women, hearing other people's struggles with the same things. I swear I got all teary eyed when she started talking because I just could not believe the series of events that had brought me to exactly where I needed to be this morning. <br />
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I can't wait for the next meeting, and that is saying a lot for me! The girls had a blast in their groups and I am riding high on the positive energy of the day!Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-31124991769822662952010-11-01T19:53:00.000-07:002010-11-01T19:53:56.645-07:00The loooong and the short of it all.I am in the mood to count my blessings. I know that I have many and the heavy Christmas marketing that is already starting is making me start to feel merry and emotional. I thin.k that this desire to sit here and catalogue all of the positive things in my life is a reaction to a small (okay maybe not so small) freakout I had today.<br />
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I thought about what it's been like since Chris has been gone, and I did the thing that you should never, ever do. I counted. I realized that he has only been gone less than two weeks, and that there is so much more to go. I know that he is going to be home for a short period here soon, but then the year doesn't even start until after that. And that is just such a long time. <br />
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I think that maybe these separations are a little like walking a tightrope over the Grand Canyon. You just need to put one foot in front of the other and take it one step at a time. If you stop to look down or at how far you have left to go, you are just plain screwed. And I think that I did that today.<br />
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But I have a lot to be proud of so far in how I am handling this deployment. I think that the most important thing for me to remember is that life doesn't end when he is gone. I can't spend the next year just waiting for him to come back, because one year is a long time. It is 1/30th of my life, 1/5th of Zoe's, 1/2 of Abby's. And so we are all going to do things and truly live and enjoy the next year. <br />
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Yes, there is a hole. There will always be that hole. But we fill it. We talk to him daily. He watched the kids play from hotel rooms far away. Heck, he even watched Zoe while I jumped in the shower the other day! And I miss him. Oh, do I miss him. I guess the best thing about deployments is that the distance really makes you stop and realize just how much of an important role that someone plays in your life. Chris is my rock. He makes sense even when nothing makes sense. <br />
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But I am handling this very well. I am proud of myself. I have amazing friends who fly from across the country to be with me. I have a mom who is coming to man the troops at Christmas. I have a sister in law who came to make the weekend less lonely. I took initiative and made a new friend who is in a very similiar situation who has been just great for me and the kids. I am doing things, teaching the kids, reading to them, reading to myself and living life. I am going to be okay. We are all going to be okay. <br />
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And that is the biggest blessing of all.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-73534071689024753752010-10-28T08:37:00.001-07:002010-10-28T08:37:52.493-07:00Make your own oatmeal bar<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/28/995.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/28/s_995.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />-<br />I started with the base recipe oatmeal from www.katheats.com<br /><br />Boil 1/3 cup oats with 1/3 cup soy milk and 1/3 cup water. Add an entire thinly sliced banana once it starts to boil.<br /><br />Then give your kids a choice of toppings and let them design away! <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/28/996.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/28/s_996.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />She added a blob of no sugar added apple sauce, a blob of Marion berry preserves and 8 chocolate chips. <br /><br />She had a ton of fun and is getting all her soluble fiber (she hates oatmeal normally!)<br /><br /><br />Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-51364968155653565502010-10-26T17:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T17:59:20.814-07:00Suprises of the best kind.Thursday afternoon, while I was cleaning the house trying to distract myself from the whole deployment thing, the dog suddenly started barking out the window. I peeked out the window, only to discover my best friend Jessica waking across my driveway. I nearly propelled myself out barefoot on sharp rocks and probably scared the heck out of my neighbors with my screaming! What an amazing friend, she came to be here for Zoe's birthday! <br />
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We had a whirlwind weekend of activities, restaurants and scenery. We covered all the way North to Bainbridge Island and across the sound on the ferry into Seattle. We also worked in a Harvest Dance and dinner at a Thai restaurant. I have some wonderful memories to take away from the weekend, there was a lot of laughing and reminiscing. Truly great for the soul.<br />
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But oh the rain, rain rain! It has been nonstop and doens't show any signs of letting up. We lost power yesterday in our town, including the school. Apparently this is a common occurence. I am learning all about living through a winter on an acre of land with a hundred trees, and a (electrically powered) well pump and a septic tank. It is actually really enpwering for me to be able to trek in the wood and build fires!Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-34051498443331294212010-10-24T19:28:00.001-07:002010-10-24T19:28:55.408-07:00She went to bed four and woke up fifteen.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6j4tZL8dqSKO9_2IsH__YksY5lrvM4RZZxDf3mTD3DT3-boqwwE_RwHIISP0kvbogbC8MN6vY8Fc-8fFIB2bRdsXrH3ORCrgmA8ZCkGjzBoxgiXORPhxfcMkiImMLrtz6L1rdSQcJE3b/s1600/383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6j4tZL8dqSKO9_2IsH__YksY5lrvM4RZZxDf3mTD3DT3-boqwwE_RwHIISP0kvbogbC8MN6vY8Fc-8fFIB2bRdsXrH3ORCrgmA8ZCkGjzBoxgiXORPhxfcMkiImMLrtz6L1rdSQcJE3b/s320/383.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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But I have managed to get through an entire nine hours without him so far and pretty soon I will head off to bed, having survived a day. One then once one day is over, the next one starts and then ends and before you know it, this whole thing is a distant memory.<br />
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People approach the initial send off in different ways. Some people like to take their "other" to the airport, others like to stay home and not deal with the emotional intensity that occurs there. We have always gone to the airport together (in fact we have a wonderful, long standing joke about this that makes it sort of fun). In the past, I have both scheduled a million things for the hours after and scheduled nothing at all, wanting to be alone with the feelings.<br />
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I toed the line today. I made no plans ahead of time, but called a good friend of mine who has a daughter Zoe's age first, figuring the distraction would be good for both of us. We had a very casual day. Luckily the sun was shining and I was able to soak up some much needed Vitamin D. I also made plans to have dinner at Panera Bread with my sister in law and nephew, who always cheer me up. <br />
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We left everyone at about 6:30 and drove home before the girls' bedtime. This gave me time to cuddle, change and feed Abby and then to read, snuggle and talk with Zoe. It was a great mix of busy and calm. Everyone is sound asleep now, including the dog, who is always unhappy when she realizes that Daddy isn't here. <br />
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I am left alone with my emotions and I have had some ups and downs so far. The hardest part isn't that I have to be self-reliant. The hardest part isn't the loneliness. The hardest part isn't the work involved. The hardest part is just missing the person who I love talking to, adore listening to, and who pushes me when I need it. But I digress into cheesiness. <br />
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I have scheduled appointments with some baby sitters tonight. I do have in laws an hour or so away, but I think I need to have some back ups in case of emergency and for sanity. I am also trying to schedule some classes for January and will need some help with Abby then. <br />
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On a lighter note, I am reading "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest". It's a fantastic book, the final in the series. And with Chris gone, I am finally going to finish it. Not a fair trade off by any means, but I am trying to look on the bright side here.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-10302334077172745082010-10-19T20:47:00.000-07:002010-10-19T20:47:30.374-07:00A Brief Q & A About the Upcoming DeploymentI have received a variety of questions/comments about Chris' upcoming deployments and I expect my blog posts will pick up as a way of keeping him in the loop. I am going to just address some things that I have been asked or told so far. <br />
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Q: He is out of the army. Why is he going back there?<br />
A: Yes, he got out of the army. And while in the army, he did all of the things he was supposed to (got a Bachelor's Degree and a Cisco certification) and he was fortunate enough to get a great job in this economy. That job kind of expects people to take their "turn" overseas and it's good to get it over with early on.<br />
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Q: Well, I imagine it will be easier since he is "just" a contractor. <br />
A: Anytime we are separated is difficult on all of us, whether he is overseas or one state over. However, this is something that we have become good at and we will get through this. I also get just as pissed off at this comment as I did when people told me that I was "just" his girlfriend, "just" his fiance, or that he "just" did shorter deployments. None of this makes a freaking difference. One day is great, the next one sucks. And there are tons of Navy wives who go through this all the time when their husbands are on subs or on a ship and I can only imagine how aggravated they must feel when being told "at least" their husbands aren't overseas. <br />
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Q: Isn't that a really horrible thing to do to the kids? <br />
A: Well, we had a lot of difficult choices to make. Staying in the army would have been pretty difficult given some situations with the housing market and our condo in Florida. We wanted to give them a house with a yard and great schools, and so we are sacrificing to make that happen. <br />
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Q: But don't you think the industrial-military complex is just soo messed up? You are profiting from the war. <br />
A: How I feel about the industrial-military complex will always come second to how I feel about my family. And I find this vaguely insulting. Contractors actually outnumber soldiers on the ground in Afghanistan right now, and I think that it's great that some very overworked soldiers (who have done multiple deployments with little rest) get to be home for a change. And while I have some issues with the concept in general, I can't help the fact that it's the reality of the world. <br />
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So that's that. I am having some difficulty figuring out how this is all going to go, and how and if it willbe different from being a military spouse. I am sure that some things will be much easier and others might be somewhat harder. <br />
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The bottom line in all of this: I support my husband, who is doing an extraordinary thing to take care of his me and our daughters.Mell-ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10314219435642369200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6959965937373407030.post-16562387473452460522010-10-07T21:10:00.000-07:002010-10-07T21:10:18.436-07:00My life never feels as overwhelming as it seems when I write it all downIt's been a long time since I have felt compelled or inspired to do more than just the monthly and event posts for the kids. I think a lot of that was just Abby not wanting to go to sleep at night and me falling into an exhausted heap right behind her. Now that she goes to bed reasonable early and Zoe follows a few hours later, I atually have some time to myself. It's amazing! <br />
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We have moved and settled into our brand new house. It is so amazing to love where I live. I feel so at peace here and I am remembering so many of the things I always loved to do. I guess somewhere around nine months after a baby is born you suddenly sort of look around and remember who you are. <br />
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And a ROUGH and busy nine months it has been. We moved when Abby was three weeks old, which means the movers came and we cleaned the condo out when she was two weeks old. No matter how hard I tried to take it easy, there was always something to do. That coupled with the fact that Abby only very recently started sleeping the night just kind of made me not myself for a lot of the last year. And I don't really like that feeling, but those days are behing me and I definitely feel much cheerier these days. <br />
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I am obsessed with the little town where we live. It's a strange and wonderful place. We have pretty much no chain restaurants, but it's still big enough that you would expect it. We have a waterfront downtown area, and they have now zoned most of it that you have to have a full five acres to build a new home. The school Zoe attends is just unbelievable. I love the small town feel around here so much. Yesterday our neighbors down the street picked their daughter up from the bus stop on their horse! It was great to watch the horse walk past my front door (thankfully not pooping right there!). <br />
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Chris and I got to go away for the weekend without the kids last week, and that was just as amazing as you would expect it to be. We stayed at the Renaissane Clubsport outside of San Francisco. It was very strange being away from the kids for so long, but they were in good hands and it was really good for us.<br />
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It was especially good for us because we are closing in on yet another deployment. Chris is headed to Korea for about a month at the end of this month and then will be heading back over to Afghanistan in early December for about a year. I am having a hard time verbalizing my feelings about this, and it may be because it hasn't truly sunk in for me. It's going to be hard being in a new place without any nearby friends or support. His family is a little over an hour from here, so I do have them in case of an emergency but I don't have any "let's grab coffee" friends nearby. <br />
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As for making friends, it is so hard when you are an adult! It seems like I become the most awkward and strange person whenever I meet new people. I think I definitely take some getting used to. I manage to say all the most inappropriate things. But I am confident that if I stop being so lazy about it (and really attend those mom groups, etc instead of just thinking it would be a good idea) then I will make some friends. <br />
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And I miss my people in Florida. A lot. I miss my mom and dad and my Jessica and Carol and my brother's family. But I love it in Washington. I love my house and my town and the school here. I love the fall and the cold weather and the wild blackberries that grow all over everything. I wish I could somehow merge the two because I feel a lot of guilt about not being able to be there for people on the East Coast sometimes. <br />
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This has turned into something much longer than I intended but I guess it's good I got the baseline information out of the way so that I can just jump in with thoughts from here on out. <br />
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And now, for those of you who haven't read this far but just want a quick glimpse of my life's recent goings ons:<br />
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