Friday, January 29, 2010
As he was sitting next to me, I hear him say, "Mommy, look at Santa!" So I start looking over in the general direction that he is pointing at. I assumed he must be pointing at a Santa hat or some kind of leftover Christmas decoration, but I see nothing - so I go back to my conversation with the girls. Thomas is a persistant bugger and is now saying, "Mommy, look at Santa!" loud enough for the 8-10 tables of people in the restaurant to hear and look over. Aughhhh. So, I look up again in the general direction he is pointing at, but this time I lower my glance to where his finger is EXACTLY pointing. And then I see...
... the man who has a white (& a little gray) beard, a round jolly belly and is wearing suspenders with his pants and shirt. OMG is what is now quickly running through my head - Thomas is calling that poor man over there sitting with his friends/family, Santa Claus. My two girlfriends are ready to pee their pants (thank god their backs were to this look-a-like Santa Claus) and were of no help to me as I tried to tell Thomas that it wasn't Santa (in a low quiet voice so as to convince him to lower his voice). Finally, I said to Thomas, "That isn't Santa, that is someone's Grandpop sitting over there" and his reaction was a one of reflection... "oh MaMa" and carried on coloring while he waited for dinner to arrive. No awareness whatsoever that shock was still in my system even after the next 20 minutes. Kids say the darndest things.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Today was one of those days where we went nowhere and just enjoyed not having to load up and head out. Key word all day was "play." Update for you on Abby - she is really doing well at sitting up by herself (although I always tuck a pillow behind her because inevitably she will tumble over/back); sleeping through the night like a champ (11 hours straight); has finally discovered her feet and toes and loves to hold onto them - they haven't yet made it to her mouth, but I'm sure that is in the near future; she has started to do this funny thing with her tongue... sticks it out, chews on it, and uses it to taste pretty much anything going into her mouth. Not sure if a tooth is trying to come through or not - the drool is certainly there so it won't surprise me at all if we have a 1st tooth before Daddy comes home. Oh yes, and how can I forget, she has started to giggle. I mean the one that just cracks you up because it came from such a petite little thing. The #1 thing that can elicit a laugh from her? Her brother. Period.
Monday, January 18, 2010
I had enough time to get dressed, put the coffee on and get both him and Abby changed with a clean pull-up and diapers before my in-laws arrived at 7am. They were coming over to watch the kids for a short bit while I took Ziggy to the vet to have some "bumps" checked out. They came with all the fix'ins for fresh cooked waffles which Thomas was VERY excited about. As soon as I inhaled two yummy waffles, I was out the door with Zig and afterwards headed to Walmart for some groceries. So before 9am, I had already spent way too much money (vet bill was crazy expensive).
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The other night Thomas insisted that Abby and me continue to play with him and his trains. When I finally told him I had to cook dinner, he took matters into his own hands and decided to bring Abby back to the toys and play with her. Notice the sweet kiss at the end after he thanks her.
Marsha, Abby and Nikki
Friday, January 15, 2010
New news on the Heck front:
- Abby has been sleeping ALL night long this entire week. When I say "all night", I don't mean 6-8 hours. I mean "all night"... she is fast asleep by 6:30pm and hasnt' been waking up for a middle of the night bottle at all. Matter of fact, she hasn't been waking up until I get her up at 5:30am to get her dressed and head out the door to school with both of them. Crazy, I know. On top of that, she is absolutely content at daycare until Ms. Betty gives her her morning bottle at 7:30am. Whoa... I don't remember this happening with Thomas this early? Can I get an Amen? My prayers to the Sleep Gods have been answered. Now if I would just get my butt in bed before 10pm each night (grading and M.Ed classes), I would get even more sleep before the alarm goes off at 4am.
- Our better half, who is off traveling the world - not really... just the Middle East - has been jumping locations for the past 2 weeks or so. Few spots in Iraq, Kuwait and now he has unpacked his bags in Afghanistan for probably the remaining part of the deployment. Not happy he now has to be "there," but as Brian has reminded me... it is ALL a war zone and no place is better than the other. That is his opinion... he has been over there at least a dozen times.... he is used to all of that. Me, on the other hand, can only go based on what I see in the media and what he shares with me. Really, I just want him home safe with us. I guess soon enough. Which does lead me to the next thing...
- We are 65% done with this stink'in deployment... almost there. Less than 90 days; Really less than 80 days at this point. Problem now is by the final month, things will come to a screeching hault and a day will feel like an entire week. Oh how I hope school continues to keep me busy and mentally occupied.
Video Clip - She is quite the "busy bee" now that she is practically sitting up by herself. I still put the pillow behind her because eventually she gets tired and will just fall back or be leaning too far to one side to get a toy and will just topple over. Anyway - here is Abby enjoying one of her new Christmas presents that she just LOVES; notice how determined she is to get that one dang toy that just won't fall down...
Friday, January 8, 2010
Oh, I forgot to mention that I also had brought in one of her chairs so that I could set her down when I was getting Thomas out of the tub. She was extremely cozy and just enjoyed watching as he got out and wrapped up in his towel.
Video Clip - ... here is how things have ended up with his new little portable DVD player. He loves it and he feels like he has his own little hiding space... complete with drinks and snacks. Spoiled. Rotten.