Monday, March 31, 2008

Home Again, Home Again

For the past week, we were in NC visiting my family. My brother in law's beloved Papa passed away and we went down to support him and his beautiful family. We aren't related to his family (obviously, because that would be gross!) but they are like family to us. Whenever I'm home for a visit, no matter how short, his Dad brings me my favorite cream puffs from a local bakery. His parents always invite our family over for family dinners and the only fault I find with them is their loyalty to Duke basketball. As an avid Tarheel, it's almost unforgivable but their sweet hearts make up for their lack of taste in basketball.

Big Daddy had a trip for work so the kids and I packed and headed south. Packing and leaving at the same time as Big Daddy made it less painful for him to take his first post deployment trip without us. Amazing how God's timing works. I was pretty revved up about it and once my focus was shifted, no panic attack came as a result of his leaving.

We had an awesome week with my family, despite our reasons for traveling there. It's so nice to have more than a weekend to spend in the place that I have always known as home and it doesn't happen often so I relished it this time.

Isn't it funny how time and age changes your perspective? As a kid in high school, I couldn't wait to get out of there and explore the world beyond our smallish town. As an adult who has done plenty of exploring, I love going back. I have a nephew now to go along with my siblings and parents. Let me tell you how this changes things. I used to balk at people who said they loved their nieces and nephews like they were their own. I get it now. I love spending time with that child and he makes me laugh constantly! I'd sneak him home in my suitcase if I could get away with it. I've tried and my Sister won't let me much further than the driveway. Maybe once her next baby is born in June, she won't notice as quickly and I'll get further.

As much as I loved being back "home" in NC, I'm thankful to be Home now. There's so much to be said for sleeping in your own bed with your husband sleeping soundly beside of you and your kids in their own beds. It sure beats having him sleep states away while you curl up with two kids who move, chat and drool all through the night. Although, that was kind of fun too.

Monday, March 17, 2008

My Mom Is A Rockstar

Last spring, I saw a shirt at Old Navy that I knew I had to have for Sister. It is a plain off white long sleeved tee shirt with gold letters on the front declaring, "My Mom Is A Rockstar". For good measure, I picked up one for my best friend's daughter as well. We have both gotten the most comments from people about those shirts. Sister loves to wear it because people always rave about it.

This weekend, Big Daddy got the game "Rock Band" for the PS3. Before he got it, he was trying to convince me that he didn't want it if I wouldn't play it with him. Each time we'd talk about it, I'd sigh convincingly and remind him that I'm not huge on the video games so I wasn't making any promises.

Who am I kidding? I only play things I can win. Like Ms. Pac Man. I rocked that game growing up and I can still rock it. Probably.

At any rate, he got the game this weekend and after watching a real live rock concert in my living room, I was itching to try it. After the kids went to bed, of course. I played drums first because Big Daddy said they were hardest and I always have to prove that I can do the impossible. Or at least the difficult. Being a drummer proved to be fun and a little more difficult than I imagined.

After a couple of songs, he hands me the guitar and we trade places. Ya'll. I can't even lie. I was a rockstar. Heck, I am a rockstar! It was so much fun and I'm surprised we didn't wake the kids with all the laughing and musical genius.

Also, I'm definitely a better guitar player than drummer.

This morning, when Sister woke up, I told her that I played the game with Daddy last night and she raised her brow and stared as if she didn't believe me.

"No, really. I did! I liked it, too. I was a great guitar player."

She still looked suspicious and said, "I'll have to ask Daddy about that."

I guess she forgot that her Mom is a rockstar.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Crazy Beautiful Life

Boy, it's been a long time! At first, I didn't write because I had a case of the winter blah's. The cabin fever was setting in for all of us and I just couldn't muster up the creativity to be funny or sociable. Then, the weather shifted to delightful spring temperatures and I was way too busy being outside playing to write. THEN, winter weather came back and lather, rinse, repeat. Again and again.

I have realized something about my relationship with blogging. I started this blog because I love to write and I wanted to journal a bit of my kids growing up processes and my own thoughts along the way. I don't scrapbook so this is what it came to. I found a community of amazing women in this process that I totally wish I lived closer to and could go out for coffee with. If I could go out for coffee with you, we'd talk for hours. I'd fill you all in on everything that is going on with us and I'd listen intently to how things are with your family. See that right there? That's what I lost someplace along the way. I started to think that if I didn't have anything funny or witty to share, then I shouldn't post for the day. But, that's not what it's about, right? Right?

So, I'm going to post more often and you will probably be bored out of your gourd to hear the in's and out's of the Little People Household. I miss you guys. I haven't taken the time to visit your blogs as much as I want and I haven't had time to update mine. In case you didn't notice. So, if you are still out there, thanks. Let's have coffee for a minute and chat.

Here's our update as of tonight. The kids are still as fun as ever and are loving every second of warmer weather that we get to spend outside. I am loving having Big Daddy back home and will probably hold on to his ankle begging him not to leave for an upcoming trip that he has. I get a little sad just thinking about him leaving again and this time is only for a few days. Still, the thought of it rips the scab off of a wound that hasn't quite healed.

Today, I lost my wedding ring set. Like, totally lost it. It was in the zip up part of my wallet because I had taken it off the other night while we were out on a date to celebrate our 8th anniversary and that seemed like the safest place for it. Heh. Today, we stopped for Icee's to celebrate the five minutes of spring we are currently experiencing and I offered to pay because for once, I had actual cash in my wallet. Total bill came to like $5.07 so I opened that zippy part of my wallet to hand the lady some change. As I walked out of the store, I went to zip the little zippy part back and some change slid out. I quickly caught it and zipped it up. I did a very quick double take behind me to make sure nothing fell out and I didn't notice anything. Thinking back, I don't think I looked very good. We left and started driving home. Right as we were entering the base gate, I decided to pull out my rings and put them back on my finger. Crud! It's not there. I was calm. I said to Big Daddy, "Honey, I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and drive back to the store. I think I may have dropped my ring." He did and I tore my purse apart on the way there. I wasn't immediately upset. I was just sure I'd find them. When I realized that there were no rings in the entire car, I started to feel sick. Then, I just wanted to take a nap. That's how I deal, I guess. Long story even longer, we went back to the store and searched everywhere. No one had turned it in and we couldn't find it. Bless his heart, Big Daddy was a sport, looking high and low and still managing to comfort me in the process and assure me that he wasn't upset with me even though I couldn't stop apologizing. Apologizing because these are not just my wedding rings. These rings belonged to his favorite great aunt and have been in the family for a long, long time. See why I'm kicking myself? We left our name and number with the store manager and will call back tomorrow. I will also call every place I have visited since Tuesday night to see if they are there. I am sure I saw them in there just today, though. Almost sure. I knew I shouldn't have put them there but what's a girl to do when her fingers are swelling thanks to water retention and she's paranoid about anything being too tight? Argh. I'm getting all upset just thinking about it again.

Allright. So, I'm back. Things may be a little more of our everyday life but that's what I like to read from my favorite blogs and that was the original intention of this blog.