why I don’t talk to Bill…

…about deployment.

Fox News has an Army officer in Iraq providing diary entries once a week or so. He writes about attending memorial services for fallen soldiers:

The ceremony itself is fairly simple, with comments from the leaders and friends of the soldier, boots in front of a rifle with a helmet and dog tags, and a picture of the soldier in front of the flag he or she fought for. Roll call, a 21-gun salute, followed by a rendition of “Taps” and “Amazing Grace.” No glorious speeches by generals in shiny uniforms, no motivational “now let’s go get ‘em, boys.” Simple, professional and absolutely gut wrenching.

Yeah, gut wrenching.

staying at home

Danielle Bean had this good post on being a SAHM. Which is timely since SFO Mom addressed this topic on Friday, which lead me to Catholic Mom who talked about this earlier in April and linked to this article. My favorite quote from the article:

“If you receive the benefit of an expensive education at society’s expense, you should not be allowed to throw away that knowledge unpunished.”

Oh, trust me, being a SAHM is punishment enough! At least it better be…I’m banking on all these years of messy diapers, fickle toddlers and sleepless nights and the future ones with hormonal adolescents and disobedient teenagers as “time-served” in purgatory. That’s the only hope I have that keeps me smiling instead of screaming!

Older brothers are good for some things

Last night at dinner, Fritz was talking, but I wasn’t listening. There was the usual chaos and confusion at the dinner table and all I manged to hear was “fence”.

I begged his pardon and asked him to repeat what he just said. A little voice in my head suggested I should pay attention.

But again, the baby or the toddler demanded assistance and the only additional word I managed to hear was “climb.”

That little voice got a little louder, and I had Fritz repeat his story one more time.

Fritz: When I climbed the fence…

Me: What fence?

Fritz: The new fence.

Me: What new fence? The one at the playground {the one designed to keep toddlers in, but the one that Jenny climbed our first time there} or the one in our new yard?

Fritz: The one here!

Me: Don’t climb the fence.

Fritz: Why not?

Me: It’s not meant to be climbed. It’s to keep you IN the yard.

Fritz: Why?

Me: So I know where you are! And another thing, I don’t want you showing anybody else how to climb the fence. They might get hurt.

Fritz: Oh, Billy and Katie can’t climb the fence…

Me: That’s good, but don’t show them how…

Fritz: …but they could when I lifted them.


Bye bye baby

Pete is now officially a “big baby”. He’s not a toddler, but he’s not a tiny baby either. He’s been able to sit up and crawl for quite some time now, but that didn’t quite put him in the “big baby” category. Even his ability to cruise around didn’t quite promote him. No, for me, there are two things that really propel a kid from “little baby” to “big” babydom:

he can wave, and he can do high-fives.

For some reason, this social interaction more than the physical prowess associated with crawling or walking is a much bigger indicator of how he is growing and developing. And these things, his adorable wave or his little hand slaps each accompanied by the most joyous smile, are so inexpressibly sweet. So cute. So precious.

And oh so sad. Bittersweet.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them…

A few weeks ago my kids were eating green beans and rice for dinner, as usual, because the rest of the meal was yucky (according to them). Fritz said that when he was grown up, he would take his kids to Wendy’s for chicken nuggets…but guesses that perhaps he’d eat stuff like what his Dad and I eat.

That was shockingly astute for a 7 year old, I thought. I’m sure when I was 7, I thought I’d eat all sorts of forbidden treats all the time when I was grown up.

Like Twinkies…

My mom rarely bought Twinkies. She bought them so rarely, in fact, that I can’t recall her EVER buying them; I’m only saying “rarely” to cover the once or twice that she MIGHT have bought them. I never had a Twinkie in my lunch bag. I do remember being constantly disappointed that I didn’t have a Twinkie in my lunch box. But Mom didn’t buy them. And I’m sure that I thought when I was grown up I would buy them all the time. Eat them for breakfast. Give them to my kids.

Well, I’m all grown up, and I rarely buy Twinkies. I buy them so rarely, in fact, that I can’t recall EVER buying them, except for yesterday. Yesterday, I decided that my kids needed a special treat for after dinner. Everybody is feeling the stress related to the move, even the kids. Bill and I are grumpy and impatient. The kids are bouncing off the wall and arguing a lot. Twinkies would solve everything and make us all feel better, I was sure of it.

Bill’s mom never bought Twinkies either. So, when we found ourselves alone after dinner with the new box, Bill suggested that we eat one now when the kids wouldn’t see so that we could have another one with them and they wouldn’t know that we had 2 and they only had one.

I like the way this man thinks.

So we had a Twinkie each. And then we gave them to the kids, but we didn’t actually have another one then. Later, the kids went to bed and we looked at the box. The box had had 10. We each had one (except for Pete), so there were 4 left. That meant one more for each kid…or that meant 2 more for mom and dad.

Can you guess who had those Twinkies?

move update

Well, I got the keys to the new house today.

Move date is supposed to be this coming Thursday.

Supposedly, we will be able to make an appointment on Monday to have our cable/internet/phone installed. This is crucial to our accepting the move date next week.

All in all, the house is nice. I think the master bedroom is too small and I’m not sure that our stuff will fit in there, just because of the placement of windows and doors. All we really have is a queen bed and a dresser. That’s not exactly an unreasonable amount of furniture?!? It’s ok if my rocking chair has to go downstairs…but I would like it if my cedar chest could fit in there.

I think the kids’ rooms are small too, but we’ll manage. Again, door and window placement doesn’t give much blank wall to fit things like dressers. I’m just not sure that builders/architects actually live in these houses.

But, the kitchen is fabulous – plenty of room, plenty of storage. Nice big fridge. The eating area has a big window with a seat long enough for four little bottoms. It’ll be nice to not have to eat lunch in between the school work spread all over the dining room table.

So, this weekend: moving the kitchen stuff and the toys and any other items that we don’t want the movers to touch.