Isn’t it fun sometimes to just not be serious about yourself? I take myself too seriously sometimes. Dinner preparations, school work with the kids, household to keep straightened (I can’t even begin to keep it clean), a husband to keep track of. So when I ran out to the grocery store this afternoon to pick up staples for the week (after my usual Sunday afternoon menu-planning) a bottle of wine practically jumped into my cart. I had a glass this evening with a great big grin, a cheers to me — mom, spouse, Household 6 — all while remembering that sometimes it sure feels good to take moments for myself. I hope you can do the same.…
Mommy and Me: Happy Birthday Dear *E*!
Wordless WednesdayThe Day I Became a Mom – September 21, 2002March 2003A New Baby Brother – April 2005October – 2006July 2007September 2008April 2009 – Happy Homecoming with the whole family!August 2010 – Another new brotherApril 2011 – Not too old to hold my hand!Happy 9th Birthday to my dear sweet *E*! I hope the next 9 years are as beautifully fun as the last nine. – Mom (aka Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com)byUnknownonWednesday, September 21, 2011Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestMilitary Life:Birthday.,Leanne,Wordless Wednesday
Rebuilding and Cleaning Up Iraq – “The Right Thing To Do” DoD Blogger Roundtable
American forces are preparing to leave Iraq on December 31st and in fact, some of our folks are “looking at their watches” but what have we accomplished after a war, the loss of too many American lives and huge expenditures of our national treasure? Brig. Gen. Rock DonahueThose thoughts ran through my mind as I talked with Brig. Gen. Rock Donahue , director of U.S. Forces Iraq J7, the senior engineer in Iraq during the DoD Bloggers Roundtable. Gen Donahue carefully went through the statistics, the huge effort, that, our men and women in the military community have made to clean up Iraq during and after the war. He was…
Back to the Big Metal Tube – Part 2 Cancer Redux
Yep, “call in two days” if you have not heard from us is truly an eternity for the patient and loved ones. Our journey with cancer is always an interesting one! We were visiting a doctor two weeks ago to help with some post surgery issues on my skin. When we mentioned that some of the skin near the surgery location in my heel was similar to what we had seen prior to discovering cancer in that location, he almost ran from the room. Deb and I almost laughed at his patient care style but understood as it is such a unique cancer (1% of 1%, da da da) and…
Thankful Thursday: Happy 1st Birthday, *L*
Happy Birthday, Baby Boy *L*! You have reminded me about sleepless nights;fussy days;messy faces, hands, and hair;baby gurgles and baby talk;baby fingers and toes;the joys of milestones;how easily my heart wraps around someone so small. With you I have relaxed.I have been given the gift of breastfeedingI made my own baby food,I have given you baths in the kitchen sink,I love watching you play with your brothers, they are heroes in your little eyes. I have treasured this past year,Enjoyed the moments,Look so very forward to your future. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope…
Vision a 20 20 Deal and Bright Hope for Tomorrow
Vision with age is supposed to diminish. Yet, life hones, shapes and directs vision by allowing light in, fracturing those simple rays. Prisms are laid out complete with memories of faces, places, smells and sounds. Vision for the future crescendos with strength of the past, desires of present but can be walled in by anxieties unseen. Vision takes ‘challenge’ and uses it like a battering ramp against the walls of prejudice, loneliness, touches of arthritis and other cob webs! Life requires so much work to be able to see. On our own we can be spooked by the moonlight and blinded by the sun. Grasshoppers can still be giants. That…
Where’s Your Motivation?
Meet *C*. He is my tender hearted, full of hugs, rough and tumble boy! He worried me when he was a baby. He couldn’t latch on or get anything from a bottle. I met with a lactation consultant and I ended up pumping breast milk and then squirting it into his mouth through a tiny tube while he was ‘latched on’. Now, he is the biggest of all my boys on the growth charts. He didn’t start talking till way after the milestone “should have” been met. We were instructed to see a speech-therapist who met with us, made note in his records and said in a couple years he may…
Look Out The Window When Feeling Down
On the road again; travel has been a natural and neccessary part of our married life. Military called, Mom and Dad wanted to see us, siblings got married, nephews graduated, and the ever true PCS ruled.Time has passed, we retired, travel is still in our veins.I love it when travel is for vacation, or for MilitaryAvenue.com. Both have intrigue and still pull at the memories of military life.The last two trips have been to hospitals. Big hospitals far from home. Far from comfort, loving arms or scenic desires. Yet, outside those HUGE walls beauty exists.Ann Arbor hosts the U of M medical center. I do believe more cement has been…
Active Kids are Happy Kids – Summer Fun!
Summer Vacation is in full swing. It is a time of year I look forward to; time to spend with my kids; time to laugh and play. But with idle hands and minds comes “Mom, I’m bored”, “Mom, he hit me”, “MOMMMMMMM!” Then you will find Mom locked up in the bathroom, singing the “la la la la la, I can’t-HEAR-you” song, wondering when school starts again. I love Summer Vacation, and to keep up this high-maintenance love-relationship we stay fairly busy, in a fun relaxed way. Military OneSource’s article, “Keeping Your Kids Active This Summer” has some great ground-rules that we have always applied, like involve the kids in planning their day, setting rules for screen time, staying organized and creating…
Just a Mom Without a Clue
I spent the wee-hours of the morning in the ER. Baby Boy *L* has been running a high fever for about 72 hours and last night he didn’t want to nurse, he didn’t want to be held, he didn’t want to be put down. He just wanted to cry and be miserable (and drag all of us down with him. Wait did I just say that?) His misery had made for a long day already and I realized that if this went all night again we both might drown in a puddle of tears together. It is am awful feeling to feel helpless. Especially when the ones you love, those that…