As I sit

here at the Food Court on base what do I spy with my little eye....but this...



a man wearing a purse. In our house we call them "murses".

I seriously look forward to being old and being able to wear whatever the heck I wanna.

And between me and you this guy was working it.

Keeping it classy

Sometimes there are no words.



This is one of those times.

Sooo.
Embarrassing.
Seriously.

I have officially graduated to become THAT neighbor.
Not only are we the FNG on the block but I have also made us the eyesore neighbor in one fell swoop.

This is the result of getting trash days confused because of the move and not putting it out last week like I was supposed to.

I am blushing from the pure mortification of it all. Lol.

Do I get a pass because my husband is out of town??

No, ok well then I will step up my game.

I would like to think that this will be the last time an incident like this will happen; but I will bet all the tea in China that it WILL.

It really is a bit much, that much garbage?? Really??

**sigh**


Honey, hurry home...

Boys

Clyde is growing.
How can I tell??

Because he wants to nap--ALOT. And at random times/places in our new house.

I have been hitting that 3rd trimester happy nappy time so after school and tidying the house the other day I laid down on the couch to doze while the kids were playing ever so sweetly in their rooms. I woke up after an indiscriminate amount of time later to this...



Yes, he is actually sleeping on TOP of me. A little sleeping heater.
Because that's super comfortable for a pregnant lady.

And this...




He is sleeping on the couch sitting up, he WAS laying down but when Bonnie busted through the door from playing outside I guess she startled him.
Haha.
Or something like that.

When gravity started to take it's toll he was like a kamikaze airplane--he just crashed into the couch.

Face first.

Insert me giggling hysterically while watching this.
I was too slow to capture all this on video with my phone but it was super cute. Maybe next time I will be quicker.

In the meantime, he continues to grow...and grow. By the time his dad gets home I am sure he will look bigger, skinnier, more like his dad, etc. And it makes me a little bit sad, I don't want him to grow more. He is in that cute I am a little man but still kind of a toddler phase. Pretty soon the toddler phase will drop off completely from his description...and it makes me a little choked up.
Good thing I am growing another little boy from scratch as I write.

Because I love little boys. Especially when they look as handsome as their Jet Pilot daddy.

So it's raining

Why is it whenever husbands are gone that things start to go haywire? It's a cruel law of nature somewhere that says wives must be thisclose to completely losing their mind while their Jet Pilot is gone.

And isn't it funny how the second he walks through the door that the earth suddenly realigns itself and all is well with the world.

As of this moment, I am feeling like the earth will never realign itself and I am destined to be on the brink of crazy, for like-EVER.

But I know that feeling is fleeting.

It will go away with something as easy as an overpriced iced coffee from Starbucks, yet the motivation to lift this dreariness eludes me.
Ugh.
Yes I am completely whining, I don't want to whine. I want to be tough and together and polished.
It's nice to have wants...now to just bring them into fruition.

Oh and yes the printer died a harsh death this morning and I am distraught over it. Already 2 weeks with out printing coupons and I may have to go another few weeks before it get replaced.

Bummer.
Total Bummer.
Our grocery budget is hating me right now...I am hating me right now, I saved 8% on my bill this last week. Pitiful. Just plain pitiful.

Here's hoping the sun will come out tomorrow!!

My view is going to be completely obstructed soon..lol. And I have til late May to grow this piece out.
But it's awesome.
I love being pregnant.

PS Ignore the nasty mismatched sock pile that needs attention on my love seat. I will get to it. Eventually.
Or we will just pair socks up from the ever multiplying pile as we need them, til the pile diminishes.

And then the vicious laundry cycle will repeat itself.

**sigh**

Clyde and his sniffer

So my son is funny, like really funny.
Each kid has things that set them off..things they like, they hate or whatever.

Clyde's thing is smells. He is a TOTAL sniffer. Of. Everything.

His absolute favorite phrase is "What's dat smell?"

He likes good smells-brownies, homemade laundry soap, and man cologne. He doesn't like bad smells--at all.
His favorite worst smell is feet. He is extremely vocal about not so fresh feet, particularly mine.
Yes I have foot odor issues especially at the end of a day wearing tennis shoes and running errands. What can I say-it's the way I was made. And pregnancy hormones don't help foot smell issues either. In my defense.

Lately he has taken to vocalizing his dislike and while I don't want my son to put anyone down or hurt feelings, I AM impressed with his vocabulary.
In his words "Mah Mah your feet smell BERRY DIS-dusting, and berry unfesh.".

Translation: Mom your feet smell very disgusting and very unfresh.

Disgusting and unfresh. Big words for a three year old-homeschool is working. I taught him those words.

Just sayin.

And the force is strong with this one. He has a great sniffer. And it's funny. Very funny. I hope I always remember these moments, cuz they are the ones that reconfirm Motherhood is my niche. And that I am blessed. So blessed.

Please oh Please oh please

I am literally begging the washer to hang in there and not kick the bucket.  There is some random flashing error about the motor not turning and there is not a thing in the world I could do to fix it.  I dont think there is anything Jet Pilot could do to fix it.
And we REALLY REALLY REALLY dont want to have to buy a new washer.    Totally not on the list of things I wanna do right now.
So me being me and the ultra tech nerd I am NOT, I did the only thing I knew how--hard reset.  Turned it off, unplugged the cord and turned it back on.  I hope that fixes it.  But I know our washer is probably a little angry at us for moving it soo many damn times.  4 times in 6 years to be exact.

So if you are reading this, please say a prayer to the washer gods that the LG Front Loader just hangs in there and was just getting a kink or two out from the move.

Please Almighty Father let that just be it, please.

Because my Jet Pilot is away with work right now and will not be returning for some time, so I am holding down the fort in the mean time.  And between me and you I don't have a good feeling about this.  AT ALL.