Friday, August 30, 2013

Emerson J

Dear Emerson J,
Today is your birthday.  Your very first celebration of the anniversary of you coming into our lives.  It's been a funny year for our family: a long deployment followed by a PCS to a place none of us had been before.  But there you have been.  Growing and thriving and loving through all of it.
You didn't cry or shy away when daddy came home.  You nearly jumped into his arms and smothered him with kisses.
You handled the long, long, flight from Hawaii to Atlanta like a champ (as long as you were in my arms) and charmed everyone along the way.
Your personality is so big and lovely and funny.  I couldn't have listed out a better combination of awesome.
Here is a little snapshot of "You", right now:
You love...
...your brothers, dog, and daddy.
...anything green: avocado, spinach (so long as it is cooked), peppers, and cucumber.
...playing while carrying something in each hand.  Usually you like these to be two of the same thing (blocks, balls, books).
...singing the "Tiny Turtle" song.  Your favorite part is the "bubble, bubble, POP!" part.
...shoes.  Specifically your shoes.  They are a very novel concept at the moment.
...banging on things.  We are pretty sure you are going to be a drummer at some point--you have more rhythm than momma (which, really, isn't too much of a feat).
...books and reading.
...giving out big kisses and hugs.
...standing at the window and hollering at whatever you see outside.
...feeding the dog straight off your high chair tray.
...garbage trucks.
You REALLY don't like...
...napping.
...when daddy leaves for work.
...being held/strapped into your stroller in a new place.  You just want to get down and explore!
...walking.  You can do it.  But seem to prefer crawling.
...falling asleep on people.  This one makes me a little sad--you were such a cuddle sleeper when you were little.  But I am supremely thankful that you can and do sleep soundly independently your crib.
...not getting to play with your brothers toys.  You are just dying to get your hands on some LEGOS.
...cabinet locks.  These seem to be the worst thing ever and you get so mad just looking at them.
...folded laundry.  You do your very best to make sure any laundry around the house is in a giant, unfolded, wrinkled, crawled on heap.
I cannot wait to see how you grow and change over the next year.  Lots more big changes coming (daddy in grad school, a baby brother or sister) but I know you will keep smiling through it and it will be just as awesome as your first year.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

So Guess What...

I thought I had the flu.
When we first got home from our whirlwind Illinois trip, I swear I had the worst flu.
Tired.
Nauseous.
Not a bit of energy to do anything but get the kiddos through the day fed, dressed, and mostly entertained. As I lay in bed, staring at the bathroom trying to decide whether or not to get up and puke (again), Andy so sweetly suggested: maybe it's not the flu...Maybe it's a baby.
No way.  I mean, possible, yeah. But, really?  No.  What?  Maybe, but, no.  No way.


Yeah.
Not the flu.
Happy surprise...

Littlest Foor will be joining his or her big brothers mid-March.



Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Really

Really...I hate Georgia.
Like, really, really hate it.
But the only good thing about living here is Andy's schedule.  That's it.
There is nothing else lovely or good about here.

And that sucks.  Because I like to be happy.  I like to enjoy little things and write about funny stuff and how great our life with the boys is going.  I like to be upbeat and encouraging, maybe a little snarky, maybe sarcastic with a dash of sass.  I prefer to reach out to friends and family via this blog in a way that (for the most part) leaves them smiling and not frowning.  Not worried.
Since moving, my blogging has pretty much stopped because there is all this crap with the house and stupid hoops to jump through to get anything done with school or medical stuff and dumb tickets with even dumber court system and fees and bugs.  Dear Lord the bugs.
In all my tropical/sub-tropical living I have NEVER had a bug problem.  EVER.  One bug here or there MAYBE.  But here...we think (and the professionals seem to agree) that they were here before we were.  I just cannot handle it.  It sucks.  We are doing everything possible, professional bug people, internet remedies, natural stuff, everything.
It's embarrassing.  And gross.  I hate cooking now. I hate even being in the house.  It's yucky and is joy-stealing.
It's terrible to say it out loud or put it in writing.  Like it is this terrible reflection of me and my family.   Ick.

So, that's where I am, mentally.
Are there good things going on?  Yep.
The boys are at their second day of school.  It is funny how they would be up before 6 a.m. all summer but I am dragging them out of bed at 7:15.  The mornings (other than not being happy to be awake) have gone well.
Em is a joy.  So funny and silly and stubborn.  He's on the edge of walking.  He talks and jabbers and yells out the window.  He missed his brothers when they were at school yesterday.  But, he's has definitely had fun having run of the house while they are gone.