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I had an AMAZING time with the girls last night!!!! We had a "Mommies Night at the Beach" It was so relaxing... It was kind of awkword though because we kept looking for the kids and looking around for the kids. But we had the "World" lifted off our shoulders. 
But on the negative side, we did see a Jelly fish =// But we think it was DEAD! because it just stayed in the exact same spot for at least an hour.  And it was close enough to sting all three of us and it didnt, SO who knows. But offically today opeend Jelly fish season =// beach might not be happening for awhile!!!!  But my honey wants to experience the beach a little bit. But We may not do it to much, just because the Jelly Fish. I dont want Alexander to get stung... YIKES!!!!!

My wifey's little ones bday party was also yesterday so we had all the girls together... Well minus two, Miss Brittany was busy (Getting married!!!!) and Miss Amanda was visiting her family!!! But we had fun! We got an updated picture of us =)) Just need the two girls in there and we are all in it!!!

 

These girls in the pictures with me... They are my help through WHATEVER the navy throws at us. And I would have not been able to handle ANY of this deployment without not only these 4 but the other 2 who were out of town for this....

My little love bug is learning his sporting ablilities.... He loves sports period!!!! But here he is learning to throw a football. I couldnt help but capture that moment on camrea! His daddy needs to hurry his butt home and help him get his throw down, and learn how to bat left handed because Mommy cant do it!!! I have the hardest time helping him write left handed!!!! But I Love the fact that he is left handed, not only because it makes him more special but it makes his Dad and Great Uncle happier because he will be a left handed baseball player... =))

Before I was a Mom

Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had unstained clothing.

I had quiet conversations on the phone.

Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I wanted.

And never worried about how late I got into bed.

I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was Mom I cleaned my house each day.

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to lullabies.

Before I was a Mom I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on, pooped on, spit on, peed on, or pinched by tiny fingers.

Before I was a Mom I had complete control of my mind, my thoughts, my body and all my feelings.

I slept all night.

 Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.

Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was OK.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much......

......before I was a Mom.

...Author Unknown

Its so close but so far away

My huney Is coming home so soon. But it is SOOOOO far away still. My todo list is growing more and more everyday. I think my house needs to be SPOTLESS and he is yelling at me when I tell him I am cleaning. He doesnt care waht it looks like as long as he gets to have family time.  Well I want to have family time to but if my house is a mess its going to be difficult to sit on teh couch and watch TV with him instead of cleaning. (Thanks Lisha <3 u!)

I am dreading that when he gets home I am goign to have to scream and yell at him to pick up after hisself instead of me doing it for him. I am not his maid and I will NOT be his maid. I only have one one little one (as of now) To clean up after, besides my self. SO This is your news flash baby.... I am not going to be nice about it =))

Then we have our families complaining we arent going back to Iowa. Well Im freaking sorry we cant afford to go to Iowa, It costs us a wopping six hundred dollars to go back. If they want us to go back then THEY have to pay for it.  We can not afford it and I am not taking out a loan to go home to see our families. That is rediculous.  Plus Anthony has NEVER seen his "new" home. He doesnt knwo wehre we live or how to get to the beach, NOTHING> He needs to learn his way around before we drive 1100 miles to go home.  But If he wants to go back home I told him taht we could go back for a week and HE had to get the money from his family. I dont expect my family to pay for things becasue while we are there we live with my family. 

I am thinking A LOT about what Anthony wants to do and if it would be good for our family. I love him and I want him to be happy. But switching branches is extreme, but I am starting to think it might be better.  He is gone for 18 months and then home for 2 years.... That would be nice. But thats not how it always works.

Well its little mans bed time so I better get off the computer and put him to bed =))

Peanut Butter, Chocolate & a Saturday Night Movie

WRITTEN BY Baby Battle rattle---- sub. Navy wives in instead


You have your most comfortable pajama’s on, you know the ones I’m talking about! Green sweats with a little black EGA on the hip that are nicely worn in for you by someone else, the t-shirt that has holes but is so soft from years of love…yes those pjs. You’ve got your popcorn, peanut M&M’s (or fill in your favorite candy here), glass of wine and favorite go to movie for nights like this and yet something is missing. Your Sailor.


If you’ve been married to your Sailor for a while, you know EXACTLY what I’m describing here. It’s the end-of-a-hard-week-Saturday-night-middle-of-deployment (or field op)-me-time of the Navy wife. I’ve done about a hundred of these nights, and will do a hundred more. Sometimes it’s with girlfriends, sometimes alone, and for me, most recently with our new addition, our baby girl. I’m sure when you first married your Salior this was not the Saturday night you thought you’d have. It’s funny that our view of a situation can change after we are into it. It’s hard to remember you were supposed to drain the swamp when you’re knee deep in alligators! Everyone thinks and often says “I know it’s going to be hard, but I love him”. Well you’re marrying him, so I sure hope you love him, but looking back we don’t really know just how hard some of those times will be, do we? You don’t think about how many things he may miss because of a field exercise or deployment when you’re in a beautiful dress and your Salior is standing at the front of a church in the BEST dress uniform of them all, ready to make you his forever. Then the wedding is over and you don’t get a honeymoon until 6 weeks after your wedding because they’re going to (insert your favorite duty obligation here). Or that he’ll miss your pregnancy while "going IA" in Iraq or Afghanistan, or worse the birth of your baby. You don’t think about him not being there for a birthday, family event, anniversary, or holiday. Why don’t you think about these things? Because you love him and as hard as ALL of those things are, it’s ok. You are a Navy wife; you can handle whatever the Navy can throw at you! PCSing in a month, no problem! Pregnant alone? NO problem! Christmas without your Sailor? E’ed Sae’ed! (Happy Holidays in Arabic) You’ll celebrate with other Navy wives. While our husbands adapt and overcome, so do we!

I’m not sure about you ladies, but as for me; I wouldn’t change my Navy life and experiences for anything. These experiences have shaped my husband and me into who we are today. They’ve given us great friends, and taken a few. They’ve even brought us closer together through thousands of miles apart. I hope you all are enjoying this Navy roller coaster ride. If you’re having one of those end-of-a-hard-week-Saturday-night-middle-of the-_____________(fill in the blank) nights tomorrow just remember you’re not alone and we will make it. After all, we are Navy Wives!



(For those who are reading that are Army Wives/Navy Wives/Air Force Wives just insert that where needed!) :)

Military Wives

Another sleepless night for me
Alone upon our bed

I see again his every move

And those last words he said.

So proud he looked in uniform

Convinced that he was right

He had to go, for duty called

There was a war to fight.

Those last few days before he left

I hid the pain inside

We talked and loved and even joked

He never knew I cried.

 

And when the dreaded moment came

He kissed me tenderly.

His eyes met mine, and then he said,

"I'll be all right, you'll see."

I tried to smile and nod my head

Afraid to let him see

The terror that I feared if he

Did not come back to me.

I see him as he walked away

I tried to say 'good-bye'

But words were trapped within my throat

All I could do was cry.

The weeks have stretched now into months

And every night I pray

That God will keep him in his care

And bring him home one day.

At last I drift off into sleep

In dreams I see him more

I turn around and smile to hear

His footsteps at the door.

Restless I sleep, and then I wake

Not opening my eyes

I move my hand to reach for him

But no one near me lies.

I will not give in to despair

With each new day I'll cope

For I know he would want me to

Be brave and live with hope.

I hear the voices loud and strong

Who criticize the war

While yelling men are fools to go

They stay on freedoms shore.

A man who cowers under fear

Will die a thousand deaths

While men like mine for freedom fight

And offer their last breaths.

I hope perhaps in fifty years

When men remember war

They won't forget the wives who dreamed

Of footsteps at the door