No, I'm not talking about the Germans, silly. I'm talking about living out of a hotel room! Different? Yes. Awful? Surprisingly, not really.
I don't know if it's God's Grace or my low maintenance, but it could be a lot worse. The biggest issue we have run across is Baby Girl sharing a room with us at bedtime. She knows we are staying awake & she wants to hang out. We didn't have any problems at my mom's or Hubby's mom's house. I guess because I would take her into a dark room & sing a song to her & she would just be so sleepy. Maybe back then she thought that I was going to go to sleep too, just in different room? I don't know. But, now, she looks over my shoulder at her daddy & smiles & waves (her lastest trick) & then when I lay her down, she cries. She's very inconsistent with her crying. She doesn't cry every night. Night before last she went down without a peep. But then last night she cried for like 10 minutes & that was after I had tried to comfort her about 3 times & she had stayed up 1-2 hours later than normal. The good thing is that once she's down, she's down. She is back to sleeping between 10-12 hours a night. Of course she still makes all kinds of baby noises that make me hold my breath because I think she's going to wake up. Those of you who sleep with your baby or allow your baby to sleep in a basinette in your room or whatever, I seriously don't know how you do it! Babies are loud sleepers!!
Another issue living in a hotel raises is it's amazing shrinking abilities. Did you know that hotel rooms shrink? I did not know that. It's a phenomenon that only occurs if you live in one longer than a week. It was plenty big a week & a half ago when we got here...but now? Definitely shrinking. There is one chair. One wardrobe. 2 dressers thank goodness. 2 sinks (one for the bathroom & one for washing dishes). It does, however, have the one main thing I cannot live without: a coffeepot. Yes, yes, yes where there is coffee, I will be ok. I even bought some "Seattle's Best" with a ration card! Coffee is rationed along with gas, cigarettes, & hard liquor.
The only other thing I miss is a bathtub. Generally speaking, I do not take a lot of baths. In fact, the only time I really take baths is when I'm freezing. Which I was last night. Baby Girl & Hubby were grizzly bear warm, but I could NOT get comfortable. So, instead of taking a nice hot bath & drinking hot cocoa, I crawled under the covers & went to sleep. Voila! An hour later, I was warm :)
To counteract the missing bathtub is our very friendly German housekeeper who is now my friend. She loves Baby Girl so I love her. That's how it works right? You work your way into a woman's heart through her baby? :)
And, of course, I have books. Lots & lots of books. That last sentence just makes me feel warm & fuzzy.
There is one sort of problem living in a hotel with your army husband & your infant. It's called PT (physical training). And it starts next week probably at 5:30 or 6. OH NO. Currently, Hubby leaves at 7:45 so it's no biggie if he wakes us up...which, coincidentally, he does every morning. I'm not sure if he is loud (but I think he is) or if the room is just too small to not hear him (maybe), but if Baby Girl starts waking up at 5:30 I am going to be one miserable momma.
We'll see. But for now, I have coffee & I have Internet & I'm pretty happy!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Move Across The Pond
I thought giving birth was the hardest thing I would ever have to do. Nope. I would rather have 5 babies than try to repeat Sunday's events.
AWFUL.
Let's recap.
At Hubby's parents', before leaving the airport, everything went pretty well. My dad didn't eat, but that is normal when he is nervous. We had to say good-bye to Bella, but that was expected. At the airport, my parents, Hubby's parents, & Hubby's godmother all cried when we left to board the plane. That was expected, but still very hard. I almost cried, but held it together.
Then the real fun started. As we were going through security, we were informed that they had closed the gate. Were we late? No. Were we dawdling? No. Apparantly at that particular airport it is ok to leave early if they feel like it. Anyway, so we dont have our shoes on & our stuff is still being scanned & we have to grab everything & RUN! We almost got left! Were it not for Hubby's godmother coming to the rescue, we wouldn't have made it. Stressful already!
The plane from WV to DC was teeny tiny & hot & noisy. Of course Baby Girl didn't sleep; so Hubby made her bottle while I held her (BTW: I had to start supplementing my nursing with formula). It just so happened that the can of formula we brought was brand new. So when he popped the tab it exploded from the change in air pressure and he got coated in baby formula! :-) We just looked at each other and laughed. It was kind of a stress reliever after rushing onto the plane. At that point we were still laughing at the bumps in the road.
Then we got to DC & boarded a much nicer plane. At this point, I still had hope. The plane was laid out with 2 seats near a window, an aisle, 5 seats in the midde, an aisle, & then 2 more seats by a window. The 3 of us got the 3 middle seats in the row of 5. YAY!! (That was sarcasm in case you missed it). So we were wedged in the middle seats. Baby Girl wouldn't sleep. Instead, right before dinner was served & right after everyone got their drinks she pooped! A green nasty poop. So I then asked the awkward foreign pre-teen next to me to please let me out. She was compliant, but unfortunately spilled her apple juice. Just on the tray though, so it's no crisis. OK, has anyone ever changed a diaper in an airplane bathroom? Not fun. Not even alright. It's actually a total drag.
However, we got through it & headed back to our seat. Baby Girl was getting sleepy at this point so we put her in her carseat & gave her a bottle in hopes that she would sleep. It worked for about 2 hours. She woke up sweating like crazy! We had a carseat blanket thingy on the carseat & I guess it works really well! She was burning up in there poor baby. It will come in handy for Germany at least. Well, that was all the sleep she got. We played with her for awhile & let her watch some TV (desperate times call for desperate measures).
Then we landed & were the last people off the plane & the last people to get our luggage. We had to go wait in this holding area with all the other army families arriving in Germany. They told us that there would be somebody along to brief us very soon and that we needed to stay in the waiting area. No time for food or phone calls. So we wait & wait & wait. Wait for the briefing, wait for orders, wait and wait for the bus. Baby Girl still hasn't slept.
Three plus hours later we got on the bus. Guess what Baby Girl did? She pooped. AGAIN! yay. I had no more clothes in her diaper bag & the rest of our stuff was under the bus. She pooped SO MUCH that it leaked through her clothes. So we changed her & just wrapped her up in a blanket. Then a little later, Baby Girl lost her cool in a big, big way. She SCREAMED her little heart out. I felt so bad. I felt bad for her because she was so exhausted & I felt bad for the entire rest of the bus trying to sleep.
Hubby finally calmed her down by standing in the aisle and singing to her till she fell asleep. So she FINALLY took a nap. When the bus stopped for McDonalds, we (ok, Hubby, not me) dug through her clothes under the bus to find something to wear. Because of her nap she was in a good mood at this point, thank goodness. About an hour later I realized that I was sitting on butt paste. Yes, the tube of butt paste was under me and I got butt pasted. It was not only all over me, but all over the seat and even on Hubby. Great. Then when we're cleaning up the mess, we ran out of wipes. Great.
FINALLY, like 8 billion hours later, we arrived in the place where we are temporarily staying. Luckily there was someone there to drive our stuff, but unluckily me & Hubby & Baby Girl had to walk 3 blocks in the cold to our hotel. I know, it's not that far, but all 3 of us were so tired we could barely drag our feet. And, THEN, when we got to the hotel we were talking to Hubby's sponsor and found out that Hubby has to go to the field for 3 months before he deploys. Excellent. I lost my marbles. I just wanted to go back home so bad.
One last thing. This actually put things in perspective for me. When we called home from the hotel to let family know we made it safe I found out that a very close relation of mine has melanoma. Suddenly, living in Germany didn't seem too bad after all.
Now, we have orgainzed our hotel home & we're ok for awhile. Hopefully, we will get an apartment before Thanksgiving & also meet some people soon!
AWFUL.
Let's recap.
At Hubby's parents', before leaving the airport, everything went pretty well. My dad didn't eat, but that is normal when he is nervous. We had to say good-bye to Bella, but that was expected. At the airport, my parents, Hubby's parents, & Hubby's godmother all cried when we left to board the plane. That was expected, but still very hard. I almost cried, but held it together.
Then the real fun started. As we were going through security, we were informed that they had closed the gate. Were we late? No. Were we dawdling? No. Apparantly at that particular airport it is ok to leave early if they feel like it. Anyway, so we dont have our shoes on & our stuff is still being scanned & we have to grab everything & RUN! We almost got left! Were it not for Hubby's godmother coming to the rescue, we wouldn't have made it. Stressful already!
The plane from WV to DC was teeny tiny & hot & noisy. Of course Baby Girl didn't sleep; so Hubby made her bottle while I held her (BTW: I had to start supplementing my nursing with formula). It just so happened that the can of formula we brought was brand new. So when he popped the tab it exploded from the change in air pressure and he got coated in baby formula! :-) We just looked at each other and laughed. It was kind of a stress reliever after rushing onto the plane. At that point we were still laughing at the bumps in the road.
Then we got to DC & boarded a much nicer plane. At this point, I still had hope. The plane was laid out with 2 seats near a window, an aisle, 5 seats in the midde, an aisle, & then 2 more seats by a window. The 3 of us got the 3 middle seats in the row of 5. YAY!! (That was sarcasm in case you missed it). So we were wedged in the middle seats. Baby Girl wouldn't sleep. Instead, right before dinner was served & right after everyone got their drinks she pooped! A green nasty poop. So I then asked the awkward foreign pre-teen next to me to please let me out. She was compliant, but unfortunately spilled her apple juice. Just on the tray though, so it's no crisis. OK, has anyone ever changed a diaper in an airplane bathroom? Not fun. Not even alright. It's actually a total drag.
However, we got through it & headed back to our seat. Baby Girl was getting sleepy at this point so we put her in her carseat & gave her a bottle in hopes that she would sleep. It worked for about 2 hours. She woke up sweating like crazy! We had a carseat blanket thingy on the carseat & I guess it works really well! She was burning up in there poor baby. It will come in handy for Germany at least. Well, that was all the sleep she got. We played with her for awhile & let her watch some TV (desperate times call for desperate measures).
Then we landed & were the last people off the plane & the last people to get our luggage. We had to go wait in this holding area with all the other army families arriving in Germany. They told us that there would be somebody along to brief us very soon and that we needed to stay in the waiting area. No time for food or phone calls. So we wait & wait & wait. Wait for the briefing, wait for orders, wait and wait for the bus. Baby Girl still hasn't slept.
Three plus hours later we got on the bus. Guess what Baby Girl did? She pooped. AGAIN! yay. I had no more clothes in her diaper bag & the rest of our stuff was under the bus. She pooped SO MUCH that it leaked through her clothes. So we changed her & just wrapped her up in a blanket. Then a little later, Baby Girl lost her cool in a big, big way. She SCREAMED her little heart out. I felt so bad. I felt bad for her because she was so exhausted & I felt bad for the entire rest of the bus trying to sleep.
Hubby finally calmed her down by standing in the aisle and singing to her till she fell asleep. So she FINALLY took a nap. When the bus stopped for McDonalds, we (ok, Hubby, not me) dug through her clothes under the bus to find something to wear. Because of her nap she was in a good mood at this point, thank goodness. About an hour later I realized that I was sitting on butt paste. Yes, the tube of butt paste was under me and I got butt pasted. It was not only all over me, but all over the seat and even on Hubby. Great. Then when we're cleaning up the mess, we ran out of wipes. Great.
FINALLY, like 8 billion hours later, we arrived in the place where we are temporarily staying. Luckily there was someone there to drive our stuff, but unluckily me & Hubby & Baby Girl had to walk 3 blocks in the cold to our hotel. I know, it's not that far, but all 3 of us were so tired we could barely drag our feet. And, THEN, when we got to the hotel we were talking to Hubby's sponsor and found out that Hubby has to go to the field for 3 months before he deploys. Excellent. I lost my marbles. I just wanted to go back home so bad.
One last thing. This actually put things in perspective for me. When we called home from the hotel to let family know we made it safe I found out that a very close relation of mine has melanoma. Suddenly, living in Germany didn't seem too bad after all.
Now, we have orgainzed our hotel home & we're ok for awhile. Hopefully, we will get an apartment before Thanksgiving & also meet some people soon!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Army life thoughts
As I am still trying to record our trip from America to Germany, this post is a fill-in. Today I met some army wives & hung out with them. They were very nice & helpful & talked about army life & details that I need to know. I am thankful that they took the time to hang out with me & get to know me a little bit. I had a good day.
But what I'm thinking is that maybe I am just not cut out for the army life. In a way, I think that doesn't make sense because this is where God has me. But in another way, I can't do everything well so maybe this is a temporary period in my life that will be a challenge. I just don't like the army life. I don't mind the hotel & I can deal with Chris being gone (not talking deployment here, I mean just gone for weekends or whatever), but I really don't like army bases. I really don't like all the rigid structure of the army & how masculine it all feels. I don't like how my husband has so very little freedom to do what he wants when he wants, etc. I don't like the alcohol or the crude jokes. I don't even like how because I am a wife (with a baby no less!) I get all this special treatment. It makes me feel like a child.
So maybe this isn't for me. I mean, it is for now because it has to be, but maybe we are just supposed to do the 4-year thing & then God will take us somewhere else. I sure hope so! Today, the girls showed me their neighborhood & I thought "this is nice housing, but I don't know that I would want to live here". It's ALL army families. It's like a cult or something. I think it's a great theory-put people together that are dealing with the same things. Great theory, but not for me. I want my family & I want my best friends. Am I wrong? I want to be with people who are different than me. I am still jet-lagged so I may be doing a poor job of explaining things, but I want diversity. I don't want to be surrounded by friggin' army everything!!
I really miss home right now so I probably have a bad attitude. I just wish the 3 of us could go home & settle down near our friends & family. I want to have another baby & not worry about deployment. I want my dog & my cat to be able to live with us. I miss everyone so much. Things will get better.
But what I'm thinking is that maybe I am just not cut out for the army life. In a way, I think that doesn't make sense because this is where God has me. But in another way, I can't do everything well so maybe this is a temporary period in my life that will be a challenge. I just don't like the army life. I don't mind the hotel & I can deal with Chris being gone (not talking deployment here, I mean just gone for weekends or whatever), but I really don't like army bases. I really don't like all the rigid structure of the army & how masculine it all feels. I don't like how my husband has so very little freedom to do what he wants when he wants, etc. I don't like the alcohol or the crude jokes. I don't even like how because I am a wife (with a baby no less!) I get all this special treatment. It makes me feel like a child.
So maybe this isn't for me. I mean, it is for now because it has to be, but maybe we are just supposed to do the 4-year thing & then God will take us somewhere else. I sure hope so! Today, the girls showed me their neighborhood & I thought "this is nice housing, but I don't know that I would want to live here". It's ALL army families. It's like a cult or something. I think it's a great theory-put people together that are dealing with the same things. Great theory, but not for me. I want my family & I want my best friends. Am I wrong? I want to be with people who are different than me. I am still jet-lagged so I may be doing a poor job of explaining things, but I want diversity. I don't want to be surrounded by friggin' army everything!!
I really miss home right now so I probably have a bad attitude. I just wish the 3 of us could go home & settle down near our friends & family. I want to have another baby & not worry about deployment. I want my dog & my cat to be able to live with us. I miss everyone so much. Things will get better.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Up late packing
Holy. Guacamole.
Packing up our life. Again. It's like that Tim McGraw chorus "over & over again"...
When will the madness stop??????
I am so so lucky I am married to a man who takes responsibility for me & our baby daughter. It is midnight fifteen here & he is packing, packing, packing. I would help him (and I am when he asks me to) but he is by far the best packer I know. He is fitting a lot of life into our luggage :)
So far, army life has been major crap. So far, it is totally not my thing. But I remind myself that this is what God has chosen for me during this season of life so I guess it is my thing! This is my army life as far as living situations go (as best we can tell...it may change):
1 year-ROTC
6 months-BOLC
6 months-overseas
1 year-back to the states
6 months-back overseas
6 months-captain's career course (back in the states)
Friggin' ridiculous if you ask me. Not that anyone is or anything. *sigh*
We are leaving very shortly to go to Europe. I think I will like it once we get over there. It is kind of a bummer that I will only be there for about 6 months (nothing is in stone yet). It's like I want my life to be somewhere-either here or there. Traveling overseas for half of a year with an infant is a DRAG! Of course, Hubby is worth it. OF COURSE! I would never choose to be apart from him just for convenience sake. I hope Baby Girl adjusts ok to the time change. We will be uber-dependant on God those first few days with her schedule plus finding an apartment, etc.
I am so tired that this post may not even be making sense! I will probably read it tomorrow & see how it is total gibberish :)
On another front, we are hopefully going to be getting pregnant sometime in the next year! It is so funny because with our first we were super secretive about it & now we are announcing it to the world. Funny how things change. If we do get pregnant, then we would have 2 babies & I love the thought of that! We would have a little baby & a big baby. Baby Girl will always be my baby though! Of course, God may have other plans for us. Only time will tell!!
Packing up our life. Again. It's like that Tim McGraw chorus "over & over again"...
When will the madness stop??????
I am so so lucky I am married to a man who takes responsibility for me & our baby daughter. It is midnight fifteen here & he is packing, packing, packing. I would help him (and I am when he asks me to) but he is by far the best packer I know. He is fitting a lot of life into our luggage :)
So far, army life has been major crap. So far, it is totally not my thing. But I remind myself that this is what God has chosen for me during this season of life so I guess it is my thing! This is my army life as far as living situations go (as best we can tell...it may change):
1 year-ROTC
6 months-BOLC
6 months-overseas
1 year-back to the states
6 months-back overseas
6 months-captain's career course (back in the states)
Friggin' ridiculous if you ask me. Not that anyone is or anything. *sigh*
We are leaving very shortly to go to Europe. I think I will like it once we get over there. It is kind of a bummer that I will only be there for about 6 months (nothing is in stone yet). It's like I want my life to be somewhere-either here or there. Traveling overseas for half of a year with an infant is a DRAG! Of course, Hubby is worth it. OF COURSE! I would never choose to be apart from him just for convenience sake. I hope Baby Girl adjusts ok to the time change. We will be uber-dependant on God those first few days with her schedule plus finding an apartment, etc.
I am so tired that this post may not even be making sense! I will probably read it tomorrow & see how it is total gibberish :)
On another front, we are hopefully going to be getting pregnant sometime in the next year! It is so funny because with our first we were super secretive about it & now we are announcing it to the world. Funny how things change. If we do get pregnant, then we would have 2 babies & I love the thought of that! We would have a little baby & a big baby. Baby Girl will always be my baby though! Of course, God may have other plans for us. Only time will tell!!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Preparing for a new adventure
Another adventure? Really, another one? Having a baby & moving across the country wasn't a big enough adventure for me? Well, maybe it was & maybe it wasn't, but another one is coming fast! Moving to Oklahoma wasn't exactly my kind of adventure anyway. More like, forced labor :)
Now, going back to Europe is right up my alley, but even that is bittersweet for me. All because of Baby Girl. Oh, sweet sweet baby girl. I am excited to go back to Europe. I have missed it terribly. Living in Europe is not like living anywhere in America... well, I haven't lived everywhere in America or anything, but it wasn't like living anywhere I had lived. Living overseas changes you and challenges you in ways that living at home cannot. That's not to say that God doesn't change and challenge you in other ways if you don't live overseas because of course He does. He obviously has a special plan for everyone & they are all different! All that to say that He used my time in Europe intensely. It was such a purifying time because I had no "comforts". I had hot water & food & those comforts but I didn't have my mom or my church or my best friends (although at the end of 2 years I had made several new best friends!) so I had to depend on God alone or perish. It was HARD-make no mistake about that. I cried a lot, but it made me a stronger woman and a stronger Christian.
Going back this time will be different. I am not going soley to do ministry (but I hope I manage to do some anyway). I am going with my family (Hubby & Baby Girl) so I won't be alone. So, I wonder if God will use my time in Europe again. I can't imagine He will use it as much, but I know that He could if He chose to do that. I feel that I am once again a weak Christian so maybe He will use it to make me strong again like He did before. I would like that even if it meant hard times again.
Anyway, onto the bitter part. Baby Girl. Any good parent wants the best for their babies. I try to give Baby Girl the best. Not the latest or greatest gadget, but what I believe to be the best. Love, boundaries, safety, assurance, freedom to be herself, guidance, etc. I left one thing off that list: family. I want her to know her family. I want her to know her grandparents & cousins & her aunts & uncles. I do mean biological family, but I also mean family in the sense of people who are sometimes closer than a blood family. Are you following? I have some BEST friends who I would die for without thinking & I want Baby Girl to know them as much as she knows my sister or Hubby's 'brother' J. I want her to grow up knowing these "aunts" & their children, her "cousins". She won't call them that of course, but I plan on being involved with these people until I leave this earth, so I hope that she comes to love them as I love them, as family. I may not have money & I may not have a great fashion sense, but God has blessed me abundantly with AMAZING best friends. Between me & Hubby, we also have a pretty amazing family...biologically speaking I mean :)
Wow-I am really carrying on today! All THAT to say the bitter part is leaving our family behind. Not for us because we have long memories & we know 2 years is not forever, but for Baby Girl who will no longer be a baby when we live in the states again. Baby Girl who will not recognize her "aunts" when she's sees them in person. It makes me want to cry knowing that she won't know the awesomeness that is Aunt Fancy or "cousin" I or her biological cousins B & O. And, her grandparents. Skype is a wonderful thing & I have high high hopes that she will recognize her grandparents when she sees them in the flesh. But she wont know what they smell like or how their arms feel holding her. She wont know that she has a special place in their homes that's just for her. She wont know the dogs that go along with the people!
Sad, huh? Sad, but temporary. I find peace in knowing that 2-year-olds don't have great memories so when she is 12 she won't know that she didn't know her family when she was 2. Confused yet? Re-read it, you'll get it :)
In other news, Baby Girl is sleeping through the night & smiling all the time!! What a happy baby who brings MUCH joy to my life!
I still can't wait to have more. I want more, like, stat! I get excited just thinking about it. Maybe I'll even have twins! I would love that...I think ;) Hubby is ready for more also. I am making myself wait until Baby Girl turns one. It's taking forever!! Haha, just kidding. I am enjoying the ride for now.
Now, going back to Europe is right up my alley, but even that is bittersweet for me. All because of Baby Girl. Oh, sweet sweet baby girl. I am excited to go back to Europe. I have missed it terribly. Living in Europe is not like living anywhere in America... well, I haven't lived everywhere in America or anything, but it wasn't like living anywhere I had lived. Living overseas changes you and challenges you in ways that living at home cannot. That's not to say that God doesn't change and challenge you in other ways if you don't live overseas because of course He does. He obviously has a special plan for everyone & they are all different! All that to say that He used my time in Europe intensely. It was such a purifying time because I had no "comforts". I had hot water & food & those comforts but I didn't have my mom or my church or my best friends (although at the end of 2 years I had made several new best friends!) so I had to depend on God alone or perish. It was HARD-make no mistake about that. I cried a lot, but it made me a stronger woman and a stronger Christian.
Going back this time will be different. I am not going soley to do ministry (but I hope I manage to do some anyway). I am going with my family (Hubby & Baby Girl) so I won't be alone. So, I wonder if God will use my time in Europe again. I can't imagine He will use it as much, but I know that He could if He chose to do that. I feel that I am once again a weak Christian so maybe He will use it to make me strong again like He did before. I would like that even if it meant hard times again.
Anyway, onto the bitter part. Baby Girl. Any good parent wants the best for their babies. I try to give Baby Girl the best. Not the latest or greatest gadget, but what I believe to be the best. Love, boundaries, safety, assurance, freedom to be herself, guidance, etc. I left one thing off that list: family. I want her to know her family. I want her to know her grandparents & cousins & her aunts & uncles. I do mean biological family, but I also mean family in the sense of people who are sometimes closer than a blood family. Are you following? I have some BEST friends who I would die for without thinking & I want Baby Girl to know them as much as she knows my sister or Hubby's 'brother' J. I want her to grow up knowing these "aunts" & their children, her "cousins". She won't call them that of course, but I plan on being involved with these people until I leave this earth, so I hope that she comes to love them as I love them, as family. I may not have money & I may not have a great fashion sense, but God has blessed me abundantly with AMAZING best friends. Between me & Hubby, we also have a pretty amazing family...biologically speaking I mean :)
Wow-I am really carrying on today! All THAT to say the bitter part is leaving our family behind. Not for us because we have long memories & we know 2 years is not forever, but for Baby Girl who will no longer be a baby when we live in the states again. Baby Girl who will not recognize her "aunts" when she's sees them in person. It makes me want to cry knowing that she won't know the awesomeness that is Aunt Fancy or "cousin" I or her biological cousins B & O. And, her grandparents. Skype is a wonderful thing & I have high high hopes that she will recognize her grandparents when she sees them in the flesh. But she wont know what they smell like or how their arms feel holding her. She wont know that she has a special place in their homes that's just for her. She wont know the dogs that go along with the people!
Sad, huh? Sad, but temporary. I find peace in knowing that 2-year-olds don't have great memories so when she is 12 she won't know that she didn't know her family when she was 2. Confused yet? Re-read it, you'll get it :)
In other news, Baby Girl is sleeping through the night & smiling all the time!! What a happy baby who brings MUCH joy to my life!
I still can't wait to have more. I want more, like, stat! I get excited just thinking about it. Maybe I'll even have twins! I would love that...I think ;) Hubby is ready for more also. I am making myself wait until Baby Girl turns one. It's taking forever!! Haha, just kidding. I am enjoying the ride for now.
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