The past, well, long time... Sharing the chaos of life with these awesome ladies.
Hey, it's ok...
...to be jump for joy at the mere thought that Brett is coming home tomorrow. And it's not just home for a few days. It's home for a WHILE, which means Christmas, anniversary, and New Year's at home. He really hasn't been home since early November. Ground school and simulator training has taken him to Memphis, Seattle, and St. Louis, and I know he's eager to get back home!
...to be freaked out by Claire's insane fear of beach balls. Yeah. This kid screams in terror, immediately starts crying, and tries to run away when a beach ball is in the same room. Don't know why. All I know is that the beach ball has been banned to the laundry room.
...to hate canine teeth and the fact that they make Claire turn into another person when they decide to come in. I'd rather deal with 12 molars coming in at the same time. Poor little girl. She's sticking with cold, smooshy food for a while.
...to really hate the early weeks of early pregnancy. One day, I'm taking on the world, doing loads of laundry, cooking, running errands, and shoveling the driveway. The next day, I never leave the couch. It's not fair.
...to, again, be really thankful the Brett is coming home for the sole reason that I will NOT have to shovel the driveway. I'd like to discuss this so-called 2 inches that the weatherman said we go the other day. And I would like to show said weatherman the 6 inches that I shoveled from the driveway. Still, I am thankful that I'm not dealing with the snow that many friends have in northern Indiana. It's insane how buried they are. And I'm REALLY thankful that I don't live in the mountains in California. Weather this weekend is supposed to drop 6-15 feet. Oh, yes, you read correctly. I said FEET. Makes you think twice about shoveling 6 inches of snow off your driveway.
...to be ecstatic about the plane ticket that I had to buy in order to get home from visiting Brett in Seattle. Plane tickets may not seem like a big deal to some people, but to me, who has been flying standby for the past 5 years, a guaranteed seat is a novelty.
...to love the people at Nimbus even more. Love them.
...to remember how much fun it is to eat popsicles, thanks to my three-year-old daughter.
...to step back and think, I have a three-year-old daughter. Wow. Life has changed exponentially in the past three years. I love it. We're celebrating with a birthday party tomorrow, complete with Elmo cake and Cookie Monster cupcakes.
...to revel in the joy of watching my kids run around the Jingle Rails exhibit at Eiteljorg. They chased miniature trains for almost an hour. It was a blast.
...to never, ever go to the mall with two kids right before Christmas. Just don't do it people. Really. Take my advice. Stick to Walmart and Target.
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