Waiting...it seems like you spend so much of life waiting. You wait in lines all day, whether you're at the Dr.'s office or cooking dinner. Everyone ends up waiting for something.
Today I'm waiting on a lot of things. My Uncle is having surgery at Mayo Clinic and unfortunately, my brother was sent down there for an emergency appointment this morning for his own health. Its ironic they are there at the same time for *hopefully* different things, but in a way its good. They are both very close and any news, good or bad, will make it easier to share knowing the other is within a few minutes walk.
I'm also playing the waiting game on my husbands deployment status. I let myself mistakenly start counting the weeks until his arrival home, only to be told that he may finally be heading to his original deployment job. Sadly this means he may not be home for a very long time. I have to lean more on the side of him not being home until Christmas or later just so I'm not let down when the news finally comes.
This is the way of military life. I don't have as bad as many other branches of the military-that I am keenly aware of. I've stated before that I can't imagine what it must be like to not know anything about your spouses location or when the next phone call will be. I'm fortunate in that aspect. But the new location isn't exactly the safest place in the world and his traveling to and from work every day is what terrifies me most. He's been trained to deal with bad situations, but there are some things you just can't be ready for no matter what you've read or learned.
So I will sit here and wait...and hope that my optimism will pay off. I hope my brother and Uncle are finally getting answers they need to hear and that Jon is going to be home before Christmas.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Day 125
WARNING: this is a possibly one of the grossest blogs I'll ever write. You've been warned.
So today started out great. We ate a good breakfast, got Jon's license plates renewed, headed to the pool and took a long nap. Overall an awesome day. Except for one thing...
Lucy has been trying to go poop for 2 days now. I finally got her to go a little at the pool which earned her some delicious chocolate. She was so proud of going on the potty at the pool. Since we usually only get about one poop a day, I figured we were golden until tomorrow.
When she woke up from her nap, she kept asking to go "poopy". Since she usually mixes them up, I wasn't concerned and we went to the potty every time. It seemed strange that she was passing gas every time she went potty. But I chalked it up to being just that: gassy.
After dinner I was cleaning the kitchen when I looked over at Lucy and she said "Mommy? potty?" in the tiniest voice I've ever heard from her and then she bent over like she was pooping. I told her "Stop pooping! Quick! Get to the bathroom!" but by then, it was too late.
Now, Lucy isn't perfect with the potty training and I've clean poops out of her underwear a few times now. I figured this was no different. But as I followed her into the bathroom, my foot slipped in something. I looked down and thought, "What the heck is THAT?" only to realize too late what it was.
Lucy had diarrhea.
She was pretty upset so I was being as gentle and careful as I could as I slowly tried to peel her underwear off her. Thank goodness she was wearing a dress today. I got the underwear off her and thought, like any first time mommy dealing with diarrhea, that I would be able to contain the mess in her underwear. It was then that the dogs, yes all three of them (did I forget to mention I'm dog-sitting for 2 dogs plus my own this week?) came running in curious as to what that delicious smell was.
I yell for the dogs to stop, but man that smell must have been intoxicating to them. They swarmed in around the toilet and Lucy just as I was getting her situated on the potty so I could clean up and let her finish. It was at that moment that the mess fell out of the underwear and went SPLAT on the floor, on my feet, on the wall, on the potty, everywhere. Oh my god the gagging...
So picture this: me gagging, Lucy crying, dogs sniffing and attempting to lick whatever is on the floor that appears to be the most wonderful surprise dessert and tears beginning to fill my eyes from the smell. I don't know if it was my insane sense of smell because of the pregnancy, but yes it was that bad. I yelled at the dogs to leave the bathroom and I must have sounded scary, because they ran out quickly with their tails between their legs. I cleaned everyone and every thing up. In all, it was the longest, most disgusting 5 minutes of my life.
And that is reason #1025 why I wish Jon was still here to share in the joys of potty training a toddler...why is that he misses all the good stuff?
So today started out great. We ate a good breakfast, got Jon's license plates renewed, headed to the pool and took a long nap. Overall an awesome day. Except for one thing...
Lucy has been trying to go poop for 2 days now. I finally got her to go a little at the pool which earned her some delicious chocolate. She was so proud of going on the potty at the pool. Since we usually only get about one poop a day, I figured we were golden until tomorrow.
When she woke up from her nap, she kept asking to go "poopy". Since she usually mixes them up, I wasn't concerned and we went to the potty every time. It seemed strange that she was passing gas every time she went potty. But I chalked it up to being just that: gassy.
After dinner I was cleaning the kitchen when I looked over at Lucy and she said "Mommy? potty?" in the tiniest voice I've ever heard from her and then she bent over like she was pooping. I told her "Stop pooping! Quick! Get to the bathroom!" but by then, it was too late.
Now, Lucy isn't perfect with the potty training and I've clean poops out of her underwear a few times now. I figured this was no different. But as I followed her into the bathroom, my foot slipped in something. I looked down and thought, "What the heck is THAT?" only to realize too late what it was.
Lucy had diarrhea.
She was pretty upset so I was being as gentle and careful as I could as I slowly tried to peel her underwear off her. Thank goodness she was wearing a dress today. I got the underwear off her and thought, like any first time mommy dealing with diarrhea, that I would be able to contain the mess in her underwear. It was then that the dogs, yes all three of them (did I forget to mention I'm dog-sitting for 2 dogs plus my own this week?) came running in curious as to what that delicious smell was.
I yell for the dogs to stop, but man that smell must have been intoxicating to them. They swarmed in around the toilet and Lucy just as I was getting her situated on the potty so I could clean up and let her finish. It was at that moment that the mess fell out of the underwear and went SPLAT on the floor, on my feet, on the wall, on the potty, everywhere. Oh my god the gagging...
So picture this: me gagging, Lucy crying, dogs sniffing and attempting to lick whatever is on the floor that appears to be the most wonderful surprise dessert and tears beginning to fill my eyes from the smell. I don't know if it was my insane sense of smell because of the pregnancy, but yes it was that bad. I yelled at the dogs to leave the bathroom and I must have sounded scary, because they ran out quickly with their tails between their legs. I cleaned everyone and every thing up. In all, it was the longest, most disgusting 5 minutes of my life.
And that is reason #1025 why I wish Jon was still here to share in the joys of potty training a toddler...why is that he misses all the good stuff?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Day 123
One of the most hilarious things I've encountered as a mom has recently started happening. Its really kind of obnoxious if an adult does it, but when a 2 year old talks in the third person I can't help but giggle every time.
Over the last few weeks Lucy started calling herself "woocy". Instead of saying things like "I want to a snack" or "I went to the potty" its "Woocy wants snack!" and "Woocy go big girl potty". It is one of the most enduring things she does right now. I correct her about 50% of the time because I find it so funny.
I can't believe that 3 months ago, she was barely putting together sentences and now she can talk as well as me sometimes. It takes a little listening to understand her when she gets excited, but overall you can make out a pretty big portion of what she's saying and she says a lot. Hmmmmm...I wonder where she gets her talking skills from?
Over the last few weeks Lucy started calling herself "woocy". Instead of saying things like "I want to a snack" or "I went to the potty" its "Woocy wants snack!" and "Woocy go big girl potty". It is one of the most enduring things she does right now. I correct her about 50% of the time because I find it so funny.
I can't believe that 3 months ago, she was barely putting together sentences and now she can talk as well as me sometimes. It takes a little listening to understand her when she gets excited, but overall you can make out a pretty big portion of what she's saying and she says a lot. Hmmmmm...I wonder where she gets her talking skills from?
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