So, guess who called today? Yep. Mr. Reserve Guy!
We've been waiting for *months* for a phone call with a recruiting positing. A terrific civilian job opportunity arises, Chris takes it and then a little more than two weeks later we get the phone call that we've been waiting for since September. That, right there, is our life story. Things like that happen to us all of the freaking time!
We've weighed the pros and cons of each position and each area. As much as Chris has always wanted to be stationed there (literally since day one of active duty), the civilian job is a better opportunity for us right now.
Civilian works means...
*Chris can gain some valuable work experience and further his career in a much more efficient way. He can stay current on all things computer easier when he's doing the job daily and not just one weekend a month. (Though he'll still do one weekend a month too.)
*The hours won't be as long or as stressful so we'll be able to catch up on all of the lost couple and family time.
*One state is six hours away, the other is about twelve. The probability of house guests drops dramatically after the eight hour mark. (Wait. Is that a pro or a con?)
*We know several people in the area and have family less than two hours away in two directions.
I think the biggest reason I'm so upset about not accepting the recruiting offer is because I was actually looking forward to going back to military life. It's the only thing we've known and the thought of being adults without it scares me a little bit.
The other reason is that I just feel bad for Chris. I know how much he's always wanted to be stationed there. Sure, we can always visit. It's just wont be the same.
So the move to Civilian Job Land is set. I'm excited about what's in store for us and will do my best to focus on the good things that will come our way. Dwelling on what could have been won't do any good. I know we've made the best decision for our family, but I can't help but wonder...What if...?
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Saturday, August 1, 2009
How It's Done
Yes, my husband is gone right now. Yes, he'll be gone for five-ish more weeks. Yes, it stinks and yes, we miss him. No, I'm not crying my eyes out.
There are certain people that are very close to us that seemingly can't wrap their minds around the fact that I can survive without my husband. The fact that there is zero military presence here is really showing this week. "Civilians", as we like to call them, can't seem to grasp this whole concept. Just because I'm able to go about my day and function as a normal human being without him here doesn't say a darn thing about how much I love him.
It's pretty cut and dry in my world. He had to leave for six weeks. End of story. If I cry when he leaves and promise to mope around the entire time he's gone, The Man isn't going to change his mind and say he can stay. In my way of thinking, he's leaving either way so I may as well make the best of it. The time sure goes much faster if I do.
Now I realize that we're fairly lucky. We get to talk to him, however brief it is, every day. I am painfully aware that there are thousands of husbands, wives and children that go to sleep each night praying that their family member is safe. I get that. I realize that we're lucky in that respect, but even those people handle such situations in a similar manner. You gotta do what ya gotta do. You may not like it but it has to be.
So next time someone asks me if it's been "three weeks" when it's only been one and gives me those sympathetic eyes I may just come unglued. Please try not to make me feel like the most heartless wife on the planet just because I'm not in mourning over the fact that my husband is gone for a few weeks.
There are certain people that are very close to us that seemingly can't wrap their minds around the fact that I can survive without my husband. The fact that there is zero military presence here is really showing this week. "Civilians", as we like to call them, can't seem to grasp this whole concept. Just because I'm able to go about my day and function as a normal human being without him here doesn't say a darn thing about how much I love him.
It's pretty cut and dry in my world. He had to leave for six weeks. End of story. If I cry when he leaves and promise to mope around the entire time he's gone, The Man isn't going to change his mind and say he can stay. In my way of thinking, he's leaving either way so I may as well make the best of it. The time sure goes much faster if I do.
Now I realize that we're fairly lucky. We get to talk to him, however brief it is, every day. I am painfully aware that there are thousands of husbands, wives and children that go to sleep each night praying that their family member is safe. I get that. I realize that we're lucky in that respect, but even those people handle such situations in a similar manner. You gotta do what ya gotta do. You may not like it but it has to be.
So next time someone asks me if it's been "three weeks" when it's only been one and gives me those sympathetic eyes I may just come unglued. Please try not to make me feel like the most heartless wife on the planet just because I'm not in mourning over the fact that my husband is gone for a few weeks.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Almost a Full One
I am happy to report that we have nearly survived the first full week of Daddy being gone. Not that I had any doubt that we wouldn't...
We've been keeping busy. So far we've attended Ben's party and made a Walmart run. LOL Sounds like a jam-packed week, huh?
Tomorrow, I'm contemplating attending a special event at our local library. He really loves music and dancing BUT this event takes place at nap time. There aren't many things that trump a nap so the jury is still out on that one.
Bubba will get to stay with Grandma in the evening while I do a Pampered Chef show though. That should be fun (for both of us). He likes playing with Grandma and I need some time away from the house without my shadow. It's a win-win.
I do feel bad for my little Bubba though. He is so confused and it breaks my heart. He'll pick up my cell phone and say, "Daddy?" or just randomly say, "Daddy home." in the middle of the day. He doesn't want to talk to Daddy when he calls because, quite frankly, I think he's mad at him for leaving. He doesn't understand that he'll be back in a few weeks. I'm sure it will get better as the weeks go on.
So other than a few stressful situations and moments where I was at the end of my rope, we made it unscathed through most of week one. The next couple of weeks should zoom by as my brother and sister-in-law will be in town visiting. After they leave we should find out where home sweet home will be so then I can spend my days daydreaming about unpacking the things we haven't seen in nearly a year. :D
We've been keeping busy. So far we've attended Ben's party and made a Walmart run. LOL Sounds like a jam-packed week, huh?
Tomorrow, I'm contemplating attending a special event at our local library. He really loves music and dancing BUT this event takes place at nap time. There aren't many things that trump a nap so the jury is still out on that one.
Bubba will get to stay with Grandma in the evening while I do a Pampered Chef show though. That should be fun (for both of us). He likes playing with Grandma and I need some time away from the house without my shadow. It's a win-win.
I do feel bad for my little Bubba though. He is so confused and it breaks my heart. He'll pick up my cell phone and say, "Daddy?" or just randomly say, "Daddy home." in the middle of the day. He doesn't want to talk to Daddy when he calls because, quite frankly, I think he's mad at him for leaving. He doesn't understand that he'll be back in a few weeks. I'm sure it will get better as the weeks go on.
So other than a few stressful situations and moments where I was at the end of my rope, we made it unscathed through most of week one. The next couple of weeks should zoom by as my brother and sister-in-law will be in town visiting. After they leave we should find out where home sweet home will be so then I can spend my days daydreaming about unpacking the things we haven't seen in nearly a year. :D
Thursday, July 23, 2009
T-Day
Today Chris left for Texas. His flight left from Pittsburgh at 7:30 am so we decided to get up in the middle of the night (3:00) to drive rather than making the trip the day before. If we would have gone on Wednesday afternoon/evening, we would have had to spend the money on a hotel, a dinner out and fight with Alex to sleep (he is NOT a good hotel sleeper). It was just much easier, as crazy as it sounds, to get up at early and be home by 7:30.
We had a rainy drive in the dark. I was glad that Chris was driving because there is nothing I hate more than driving in the rain in the dark. I have horrible night vision and the rain just makes it worse. Makes you wanna take a ride with me after dark, doesn't it? ;) Thankfully, I had a much less rainy drive home AND it was light out. Bonus!
Our good-bye was short and sweet. I could barely talk in the car without wanting to cry so I just didn't say anything. I always try so hard to be "me" when we have to say good-bye.
I guess it all stems from our good-bye before he left for Korea...
With all of the stress and preparations with our move from Texas, I hadn't really had much time to actually think about how he would be gone for an entire year. The night before I was to leave for the drive home, I lost it. The house was empty and we were sleeping on a pile of borrowed blankets. It all just sunk in and I bawled like a baby. Chris asked me if I could do him a favor. He asked me if, when we said good-bye the next morning, I would try hard not to cry. He wanted to have a happy image of me to take with him.
I'm proud to say that I did it. I'm not sure how, but I did. I always think of that now when he has to leave for an extend amount of time. I thought about that again this morning.
The next six weeks will be a mix of things, I'm sure. I know there will be sleepless nights, early mornings, frustrating days, and huge messes. I know that there will be afternoons without naps and late evenings. I also know that there will be lots of laughs and several milestones. The biggest of those milestones being a second birthday.
In a really weird way, I'm looking forward to this time. It's always nice to prove to myself that I can do things alone. It's really empowering. I'm looking forward to some time to gather my thoughts to get ready for the next chapter of our lives.
I guess what I'm saying is that I know these next few weeks are going to be hard but we can't move forward without them. And moving forward is good.
We had a rainy drive in the dark. I was glad that Chris was driving because there is nothing I hate more than driving in the rain in the dark. I have horrible night vision and the rain just makes it worse. Makes you wanna take a ride with me after dark, doesn't it? ;) Thankfully, I had a much less rainy drive home AND it was light out. Bonus!
Our good-bye was short and sweet. I could barely talk in the car without wanting to cry so I just didn't say anything. I always try so hard to be "me" when we have to say good-bye.
I guess it all stems from our good-bye before he left for Korea...
With all of the stress and preparations with our move from Texas, I hadn't really had much time to actually think about how he would be gone for an entire year. The night before I was to leave for the drive home, I lost it. The house was empty and we were sleeping on a pile of borrowed blankets. It all just sunk in and I bawled like a baby. Chris asked me if I could do him a favor. He asked me if, when we said good-bye the next morning, I would try hard not to cry. He wanted to have a happy image of me to take with him.
I'm proud to say that I did it. I'm not sure how, but I did. I always think of that now when he has to leave for an extend amount of time. I thought about that again this morning.
The next six weeks will be a mix of things, I'm sure. I know there will be sleepless nights, early mornings, frustrating days, and huge messes. I know that there will be afternoons without naps and late evenings. I also know that there will be lots of laughs and several milestones. The biggest of those milestones being a second birthday.
In a really weird way, I'm looking forward to this time. It's always nice to prove to myself that I can do things alone. It's really empowering. I'm looking forward to some time to gather my thoughts to get ready for the next chapter of our lives.
I guess what I'm saying is that I know these next few weeks are going to be hard but we can't move forward without them. And moving forward is good.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Cracking
I feel like I'm going to break. I have so many emotions swimming around in my head now and I'm not really sure what to do with all of them.
I'm really looking forward to our next adventure. I'm excited to move and I'm reeaallly excited to find a place to call home. Coming into this, we thought we'd only be "homeless" for a couple of months. When it's all said and done it will be a year.
I feel like we've had to put our entire lives on hold for that year. I feel like we haven't been a real married couple and a real family. It's hard to have any conversation without someone seemingly hanging on your every word. It's hard to get into a routine when you have to follow the one already set by the household. It's hard to be yourself sometimes even when it is just family around.
I feel like I'm going to go nuts over the money issue. Overall, we've done really well. We've basically lived off of our savings and extra money we earned from moving for this year. We're at the point where that money is almost gone and I'm worried how we're going to make it through September, let alone set up a new home. On one hand, I am thankful that we really beefed up our savings when we had the opportunity. On the other, I am just raging mad that that money is gone. We had a decent down payment saved. It's gone.
I want to have a wonderful birthday for Alex, even though I know he doesn't know the difference. I don't want him to have to go without. I think any parent can relate to that. That goes for just about everything, not just birthday parties.
I feel like I'm being taken advantage of too. I am constantly cleaning up other people's messes and washing other people's clothes. It gives me something to do but I hate that it feels like it's expected. Is it so hard to take the trash out or wipe the counter off after you make breakfast or lunch for yourself? I only wish I could be a fly on the wall after we leave. Then, and only then, will everyone realize just how good they had it.
I'm bubbling with excitement, sad that Chris is leaving, worried about money, frustrated with our situation and hurt by my family. I wish that is was all just a dream and I'd wake up tomorrow in our new home.
I'm really looking forward to our next adventure. I'm excited to move and I'm reeaallly excited to find a place to call home. Coming into this, we thought we'd only be "homeless" for a couple of months. When it's all said and done it will be a year.
I feel like we've had to put our entire lives on hold for that year. I feel like we haven't been a real married couple and a real family. It's hard to have any conversation without someone seemingly hanging on your every word. It's hard to get into a routine when you have to follow the one already set by the household. It's hard to be yourself sometimes even when it is just family around.
I feel like I'm going to go nuts over the money issue. Overall, we've done really well. We've basically lived off of our savings and extra money we earned from moving for this year. We're at the point where that money is almost gone and I'm worried how we're going to make it through September, let alone set up a new home. On one hand, I am thankful that we really beefed up our savings when we had the opportunity. On the other, I am just raging mad that that money is gone. We had a decent down payment saved. It's gone.
I want to have a wonderful birthday for Alex, even though I know he doesn't know the difference. I don't want him to have to go without. I think any parent can relate to that. That goes for just about everything, not just birthday parties.
I feel like I'm being taken advantage of too. I am constantly cleaning up other people's messes and washing other people's clothes. It gives me something to do but I hate that it feels like it's expected. Is it so hard to take the trash out or wipe the counter off after you make breakfast or lunch for yourself? I only wish I could be a fly on the wall after we leave. Then, and only then, will everyone realize just how good they had it.
I'm bubbling with excitement, sad that Chris is leaving, worried about money, frustrated with our situation and hurt by my family. I wish that is was all just a dream and I'd wake up tomorrow in our new home.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Crazy Mixed Up Mess
The next few weeks are going to be a few of the hardest ever. They are also a few of the most exciting. On July 23, my husband will leave us for six weeks. At the end of that six weeks we'll finally be moving. The latter can't happen without the first.
We've dealt with separations before. The longest was a year. I'm not doubting that we'll make it through one bit. We've just never been in this exact situation while dealing with a separation before. I'm sure the days will crawl by one moment and speed by the next. All in all, it's really only the month of August. The only "biggie" is that Alex's birthday also comes in August. :(
We're going to try to take advantage of the next week or so. I'd like to take a zoo trip or go to the spillway. You know, do something fun before Daddy leaves. It looks like summer has come to Northwestern Pennsylvania today. I hope it's here to stay so we can get out and enjoy it.
I am actually really excited about what's in store for us. I know some people don't like surprises but I think this will be a good one. We're ready to see what's next. We NEED to see what's next because the situation we're in isn't as pleasant as it once was. Ah, family...
We've dealt with separations before. The longest was a year. I'm not doubting that we'll make it through one bit. We've just never been in this exact situation while dealing with a separation before. I'm sure the days will crawl by one moment and speed by the next. All in all, it's really only the month of August. The only "biggie" is that Alex's birthday also comes in August. :(
We're going to try to take advantage of the next week or so. I'd like to take a zoo trip or go to the spillway. You know, do something fun before Daddy leaves. It looks like summer has come to Northwestern Pennsylvania today. I hope it's here to stay so we can get out and enjoy it.
I am actually really excited about what's in store for us. I know some people don't like surprises but I think this will be a good one. We're ready to see what's next. We NEED to see what's next because the situation we're in isn't as pleasant as it once was. Ah, family...
Friday, June 26, 2009
Day Five: Friday
Seriously. I need a vacation.
I was planning a very lazy day today. The only thing the two of us were going to do was run to town on a couple of quick errands. Other than that I was planning a day of playing outside and relaxing. I planned wrong.
My mom called at around 10:00 to ask if we were planning on heading to Edinboro for anything. I told her no. She explained that they STILL needed to pick up archery pins for camp and that some kids would be earning their pins today but wouldn't get them. I felt horrible for the little kid who earned it but wouldn't have anything to show his mom when she came to get him.
I agreed to go and pick up the pins. Edinboro is only about 11 miles from here. Camp is just as far IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
Alex started a major protest when I told him we had to go "bye-byes" and then see Grandma at work. Apparently that wasn't in his plans for today either.
It takes us over an hour to drive to Edinboro, pick up the pins and drive back to North Springfield. Seriously? We get there and go into the office to visit Grandma. She asks if we want to go to Tasty Twist for lunch, her treat. Another car seat protest ensues.
In any event, it was nearly 2:00 when we got home. I let Alex play outside while I cleaned out the car. Even at that point it was very evident that a nap was not happening.
In an attempt at some quiet time and a chance for him to relax, I've started a Backyardigans DVD. He loves those critters too much to fall asleep in the middle of one of their episodes.
Oh well. Tomorrow will be a nice, relaxing day at home for him. While I'd really like to take him to the airport with me to meet Daddy, I think he's going to stay home with Grandma. I just don't see it being a very pleasant ride for him. He'll stay home, take his nap and we'll be home by the time he wakes up. He'll never know he missed a thing. The best part will be that Daddy will be here to greet him!
Here are a few pictures of the cooking fun we've been having.
This first one is the cleaning of the food that took place in the bathtub. LOL
Next we have the organizing of the new kiddie cookware I picked up last night. He's loving it!
***Daddy Update***
I got a message at around 0930 this morning that said "I'm going to Texas in July!!!" That's code for "I made it!".
I am sooooo happy for him. I knew he'd make it but just having the official word makes it that much better.
He'll go to Lackland AFB in mid July for a six-week training. After that? Who knows?
I can't wait to see him tomorrow!!
I was planning a very lazy day today. The only thing the two of us were going to do was run to town on a couple of quick errands. Other than that I was planning a day of playing outside and relaxing. I planned wrong.
My mom called at around 10:00 to ask if we were planning on heading to Edinboro for anything. I told her no. She explained that they STILL needed to pick up archery pins for camp and that some kids would be earning their pins today but wouldn't get them. I felt horrible for the little kid who earned it but wouldn't have anything to show his mom when she came to get him.
I agreed to go and pick up the pins. Edinboro is only about 11 miles from here. Camp is just as far IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
Alex started a major protest when I told him we had to go "bye-byes" and then see Grandma at work. Apparently that wasn't in his plans for today either.
It takes us over an hour to drive to Edinboro, pick up the pins and drive back to North Springfield. Seriously? We get there and go into the office to visit Grandma. She asks if we want to go to Tasty Twist for lunch, her treat. Another car seat protest ensues.
In any event, it was nearly 2:00 when we got home. I let Alex play outside while I cleaned out the car. Even at that point it was very evident that a nap was not happening.
In an attempt at some quiet time and a chance for him to relax, I've started a Backyardigans DVD. He loves those critters too much to fall asleep in the middle of one of their episodes.
Oh well. Tomorrow will be a nice, relaxing day at home for him. While I'd really like to take him to the airport with me to meet Daddy, I think he's going to stay home with Grandma. I just don't see it being a very pleasant ride for him. He'll stay home, take his nap and we'll be home by the time he wakes up. He'll never know he missed a thing. The best part will be that Daddy will be here to greet him!
Here are a few pictures of the cooking fun we've been having.
This first one is the cleaning of the food that took place in the bathtub. LOL
Next we have the organizing of the new kiddie cookware I picked up last night. He's loving it!
***Daddy Update***
I got a message at around 0930 this morning that said "I'm going to Texas in July!!!" That's code for "I made it!".
I am sooooo happy for him. I knew he'd make it but just having the official word makes it that much better.
He'll go to Lackland AFB in mid July for a six-week training. After that? Who knows?
I can't wait to see him tomorrow!!
Day Four: Thursday
It was another semi eventful day. Should I have expected any less?
We passed up the opportunity to run an errand with Aunt "Chelle" so that we could have a normal morning at home. I just knew we'd never make it through a whole week without at least one bloody lip. We had two. Within ten minutes of each other.
Bloody lips are a common occurrence so other than a little crying, he knows the drill. He actually giggled when I pointed out that he got blood all over my shoulder. Stinker.
He really looks pitiful here but he's just between smiles. The smiley picture didn't really show the "damage" as well. I have to say, this is the nastiest lip injury to date. (The first one coming when he was just six months old...)
Other than a little complaining when eating certain foods, he's fine. I do think that this one may scab. Yuck.
After a nap and delivery of the new kitchen :) I was able to sneak away with Aunt "Chelle" alone. We needed to make a Michael's run for craft supplies for our week of camp. Let me just say that beads aren't cheap!!
In any event, it was nice to get away for even just a couple of hours.
***Daddy Update***
Chris called when we were on our way home. I am so proud of him!
They had just finished their "class dinner". He mentioned that he didn't have to pay. When I asked why he explained it was because he recited the ten phrases that they had been working on all week VERBATIM! I guess that semi photographic memory and all of those plays in high school paid off!
The instructors said that they haven't had anyone all year do that and they can only think of two or three that have EVER done it. *beaming*
They'll find out between 0800 and 0900 tomorrow if they've made it or not. It seems like a done deal but stranger things have been known to happen.
We passed up the opportunity to run an errand with Aunt "Chelle" so that we could have a normal morning at home. I just knew we'd never make it through a whole week without at least one bloody lip. We had two. Within ten minutes of each other.
Bloody lips are a common occurrence so other than a little crying, he knows the drill. He actually giggled when I pointed out that he got blood all over my shoulder. Stinker.
He really looks pitiful here but he's just between smiles. The smiley picture didn't really show the "damage" as well. I have to say, this is the nastiest lip injury to date. (The first one coming when he was just six months old...)Other than a little complaining when eating certain foods, he's fine. I do think that this one may scab. Yuck.
After a nap and delivery of the new kitchen :) I was able to sneak away with Aunt "Chelle" alone. We needed to make a Michael's run for craft supplies for our week of camp. Let me just say that beads aren't cheap!!
In any event, it was nice to get away for even just a couple of hours.
***Daddy Update***
Chris called when we were on our way home. I am so proud of him!
They had just finished their "class dinner". He mentioned that he didn't have to pay. When I asked why he explained it was because he recited the ten phrases that they had been working on all week VERBATIM! I guess that semi photographic memory and all of those plays in high school paid off!
The instructors said that they haven't had anyone all year do that and they can only think of two or three that have EVER done it. *beaming*
They'll find out between 0800 and 0900 tomorrow if they've made it or not. It seems like a done deal but stranger things have been known to happen.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Day Three: Wednesday
Wow. I'm going to need a vacation after this week! We've been going non-stop! It's been fun to pass the time more quickly but I keep wondering if we'll do the same thing when Daddy is gone for six weeks. I don't think I have it in me.
Today we went to visit Grandma H at work. My sister-in-law and I will be directing a week of camp soon so we needed to get some scheduling things straightened out. I thought it might be fun to visit Grandma at the same time.
My little monster put on quite a few miles running around the office and playing ball. We even walked up to the dining hall and had lunch before coming home. I, by the way, planned the trip home perfectly. We ate, I changed his diaper and we left right at nap time. I *knew* he'd fall asleep and I'd be able to lay him down when I got home. (The ol' car to crib routine doesn't work often but I had an inkling it would today.)
After nap time and Grandma's return home, we headed to a jewelry party. I'd never heard of this "brand" before (Silpada), but it was very nice. Pricey, but nice. It always turns out that I fall in love with the $250 piece. I did, however, find a nice simple pair of earrings that were very, very reasonably priced. Extra money for such items is coming at a premium these days but I felt bad attending and not buying anything.
The most exciting part of the evening came when I friend mentioned she and her mother-in-law were going to be having a yard sale on Friday and Saturday. I just casually asked if they had a toy kitchen or a sandbox and she said yes! They had a kitchen in the sale. She proceeded to tell me about how they had a bunch of food, plates and, "silver"ware with it. She said to swing by and look at it if we wanted. We stopped by on our way home (the back way home).
My jaw about hit the pavement when I saw that they had a sticker for $7 on it! Sold! It's really cute and Alex immediately flew to cooking up a storm.
We came home and took a bath with the new food and dinnerware. (He'll often take a washable toy to the tub to "keen it".)
I'm so excited that my little pretender now has a kitchen. He has such a great imagination and loves to pretend to cook things for us. I wonder if I have a little Emeril in the making?
I didn't get him in bed until nearly 10:00!!! Sign me up for Mother of the Year.
***Daddy Update***
Chris called during the jewelry bonanza tonight. He sounds really great. I can hear the confidence in his voice and it just makes me so happy.
The memorization part is really easy for him so he's feeling good about that. They had to do short speeches today and he said his went really well.
Tomorrow they have a longer speech (5 minutes or so) and then Friday they have a presentation/interview before a panel. I'm really looking forward to hearing all about his week. I'm really excited for him!
Today we went to visit Grandma H at work. My sister-in-law and I will be directing a week of camp soon so we needed to get some scheduling things straightened out. I thought it might be fun to visit Grandma at the same time.
My little monster put on quite a few miles running around the office and playing ball. We even walked up to the dining hall and had lunch before coming home. I, by the way, planned the trip home perfectly. We ate, I changed his diaper and we left right at nap time. I *knew* he'd fall asleep and I'd be able to lay him down when I got home. (The ol' car to crib routine doesn't work often but I had an inkling it would today.)
After nap time and Grandma's return home, we headed to a jewelry party. I'd never heard of this "brand" before (Silpada), but it was very nice. Pricey, but nice. It always turns out that I fall in love with the $250 piece. I did, however, find a nice simple pair of earrings that were very, very reasonably priced. Extra money for such items is coming at a premium these days but I felt bad attending and not buying anything.
The most exciting part of the evening came when I friend mentioned she and her mother-in-law were going to be having a yard sale on Friday and Saturday. I just casually asked if they had a toy kitchen or a sandbox and she said yes! They had a kitchen in the sale. She proceeded to tell me about how they had a bunch of food, plates and, "silver"ware with it. She said to swing by and look at it if we wanted. We stopped by on our way home (the back way home).
My jaw about hit the pavement when I saw that they had a sticker for $7 on it! Sold! It's really cute and Alex immediately flew to cooking up a storm.
We came home and took a bath with the new food and dinnerware. (He'll often take a washable toy to the tub to "keen it".)
I'm so excited that my little pretender now has a kitchen. He has such a great imagination and loves to pretend to cook things for us. I wonder if I have a little Emeril in the making?
I didn't get him in bed until nearly 10:00!!! Sign me up for Mother of the Year.
***Daddy Update***
Chris called during the jewelry bonanza tonight. He sounds really great. I can hear the confidence in his voice and it just makes me so happy.
The memorization part is really easy for him so he's feeling good about that. They had to do short speeches today and he said his went really well.
Tomorrow they have a longer speech (5 minutes or so) and then Friday they have a presentation/interview before a panel. I'm really looking forward to hearing all about his week. I'm really excited for him!
Day Two: Tuesday
Today we were on the hunt for a sandbox. I am determined to give this child a place to dig. He's starting to unearth things he shouldn't be.
We were up and running far earlier than Monday. We were both dressed (and me showered) and out the door before 9:30 this morning. I figured we'd start our search at Wally World. I'm really only looking for a kiddie pool and there are a few other things on the general list so it seems logical.
As soon as we pull into the parking lot, I notice that Grandpa C is working. We head back to the automotive department so we can watch him work on a Suburban. I have a feeling Alex would have stood on that chair all day if I'dve let him.
After a jaunt around the garden-y things, I find a really small $10 kiddie pool. Sold. Until I realize that I forgot to take the stroller out of the trunk. How in the heck am I going to get this thing home?!?! I remember Grandpa C. We shop for the other items on the list and then head back to the Suburban.
Grandpa C says, sure, we can put the pool (I mean sandbox) in the back of his truck. Score!
I promise to pick it up later but Grandma C has other plans. LOL (If you know Grandma C, this won't surprise you.) She offers Grandpa C's delivery services.
So, late this afternoon Grandpa C dropped off the "sandbox" and three bags of sand. I wish someone could have taken a picture of all of us gathered around it playing like kids again.
Grandpa H even got in!
I'm having trouble with the video uploading so here's a couple pictures of the festivities.
He absolutely *would not* get in the sand without his boots on. I'm not sure what it is about those boots. I think it has something to do with his being able to put them on himself. I guess we'll just have to sport barn boots at the beach.
This is my new hangout for the rest of the summer. Just get me a foot rest and a fruity drink and I'm golden.
Notice he's still standing in the sand with his boots on. He wouldn't sit down in it either. *rolling eyes*
***Daddy Update***
I received another text this morning. The running portion of his PT test (1.5 miles) went well also. He ended up with a total combined score of 80.5 This is slightly lower than what he was hoping for but good considering the minimum expected was a 75. The scoring for PT tests is really weird and complicated so don't ask how it's done because I won't be able to explain it well.
He called this evening and said that it's going well overall. He has a semi-photographic memory so he's not having any trouble with the memorization portion of the week at all. LOL
Everyone seems to be getting along really well and he's enjoying himself for the most part.
When I asked him if they'd said anything about the openings for the July class he said that there are eight. This means that, unless something really crazy happens, he'll be going to Texas for six weeks in mid July. Yeehaw!! There is a light at the end of the tunnel!
We were up and running far earlier than Monday. We were both dressed (and me showered) and out the door before 9:30 this morning. I figured we'd start our search at Wally World. I'm really only looking for a kiddie pool and there are a few other things on the general list so it seems logical.
As soon as we pull into the parking lot, I notice that Grandpa C is working. We head back to the automotive department so we can watch him work on a Suburban. I have a feeling Alex would have stood on that chair all day if I'dve let him.
After a jaunt around the garden-y things, I find a really small $10 kiddie pool. Sold. Until I realize that I forgot to take the stroller out of the trunk. How in the heck am I going to get this thing home?!?! I remember Grandpa C. We shop for the other items on the list and then head back to the Suburban.
Grandpa C says, sure, we can put the pool (I mean sandbox) in the back of his truck. Score!
I promise to pick it up later but Grandma C has other plans. LOL (If you know Grandma C, this won't surprise you.) She offers Grandpa C's delivery services.
So, late this afternoon Grandpa C dropped off the "sandbox" and three bags of sand. I wish someone could have taken a picture of all of us gathered around it playing like kids again.
Grandpa H even got in!
I'm having trouble with the video uploading so here's a couple pictures of the festivities.
He absolutely *would not* get in the sand without his boots on. I'm not sure what it is about those boots. I think it has something to do with his being able to put them on himself. I guess we'll just have to sport barn boots at the beach.
This is my new hangout for the rest of the summer. Just get me a foot rest and a fruity drink and I'm golden.
Notice he's still standing in the sand with his boots on. He wouldn't sit down in it either. *rolling eyes*
***Daddy Update***
I received another text this morning. The running portion of his PT test (1.5 miles) went well also. He ended up with a total combined score of 80.5 This is slightly lower than what he was hoping for but good considering the minimum expected was a 75. The scoring for PT tests is really weird and complicated so don't ask how it's done because I won't be able to explain it well.
He called this evening and said that it's going well overall. He has a semi-photographic memory so he's not having any trouble with the memorization portion of the week at all. LOL
Everyone seems to be getting along really well and he's enjoying himself for the most part.
When I asked him if they'd said anything about the openings for the July class he said that there are eight. This means that, unless something really crazy happens, he'll be going to Texas for six weeks in mid July. Yeehaw!! There is a light at the end of the tunnel!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Day One: Monday
Our first night/day went really well. Alex seemed a little confused as to why we left daddy sitting on the shuttle bus in Pittsburgh but as long as he has mommy, nothing seems to bother him for too long. ;)
We spent most of the morning inside. I know. It was a waste of a beautiful day. We really just needed a low-key day. I spent the morning unpacking, washing and putting away while Alex played with his toys and watched a couple Backyardigans episodes. Thank goodness for those little buggers, by the way.
We headed outside when I needed to hang a load of clothes on the line. This was a poor decision on my part. It was nearly 11:00. He'd had a snack but he was fading fast. Lunch is normally between 11:30 and 11:45 around here. I have no idea what I was thinking. I *knew* it would be nearly impossible to get him inside when it was time but I did it anyhow. I felt bad for depriving him of his Vitamin D.
After a few trips around the yard with the bubble mower, a brief stop in the hay field, some digging in the mud and several trips down the slide, I realize that it's waaaay past lunchtime.
I couldn't persuade him inside so I end up lugging him in kicking and screaming.
Needless to say, the handwashing and shoe removal don't go very smoothly. I fix him a grilled cheese sandwich and give him an organic juice box (juice is a treat around here). The screaming subsides and we (mostly) enjoy lunch.
***Daddy update***
Chris texted me early in the morning to let me know that the sit-up and push-up portion of his PT test go well. He says he won't be able to talk much because they have a mandatory study time after dinner. I'm a little concerned about how Alex will ever get to talk to him this week but I know we'll figure it out.
That night, before bed, we tried to call but he didn't answer. Alex was really confused as to why we weren't actually talking to daddy before bed. When Chris is away we *always* call and say good night. Thankfully, we got a call back during our second time through Arthur's Tractor. ;)
We spent most of the morning inside. I know. It was a waste of a beautiful day. We really just needed a low-key day. I spent the morning unpacking, washing and putting away while Alex played with his toys and watched a couple Backyardigans episodes. Thank goodness for those little buggers, by the way.
We headed outside when I needed to hang a load of clothes on the line. This was a poor decision on my part. It was nearly 11:00. He'd had a snack but he was fading fast. Lunch is normally between 11:30 and 11:45 around here. I have no idea what I was thinking. I *knew* it would be nearly impossible to get him inside when it was time but I did it anyhow. I felt bad for depriving him of his Vitamin D.
After a few trips around the yard with the bubble mower, a brief stop in the hay field, some digging in the mud and several trips down the slide, I realize that it's waaaay past lunchtime.
I couldn't persuade him inside so I end up lugging him in kicking and screaming.
Needless to say, the handwashing and shoe removal don't go very smoothly. I fix him a grilled cheese sandwich and give him an organic juice box (juice is a treat around here). The screaming subsides and we (mostly) enjoy lunch.
***Daddy update***
Chris texted me early in the morning to let me know that the sit-up and push-up portion of his PT test go well. He says he won't be able to talk much because they have a mandatory study time after dinner. I'm a little concerned about how Alex will ever get to talk to him this week but I know we'll figure it out.
That night, before bed, we tried to call but he didn't answer. Alex was really confused as to why we weren't actually talking to daddy before bed. When Chris is away we *always* call and say good night. Thankfully, we got a call back during our second time through Arthur's Tractor. ;)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
You're Welcome
After a very exhausting weekend, we had the most wonderful experience on our way home.
We stopped at the rest area just outside of Meadville, PA. I love this rest area. There is a ton of grassy area and there are several picnic tables. It is such a park-like setting. It really breaks up the trip to be able to get out and run with Bubba for a few minutes. With so much grass, I don't worry about the cars because we're so far from them.
ANYwho, we had to stop for a couple of reasons (one being to pee and the other being to fix my messed up contact lens). We decided to take advantage of that grass and play. I grabbed the trusty bat and ball (it hadn't failed me yet) and we started to play.
Since we left as soon as Daddy was done with his meeting, he was still in uniform.
*I don't know how many of you know the "rules" of being in uniform but there are a couple. First of all, you have to wear you're BDU shirt outside. You can't just run around in your fancy camouflague pants and be done with it. Secondly, you must always wear your hat. So needless to say there is no way to make yourself look like you're not in uniform if you're in uniform.*
As the three of us took turns being the pitcher and the batter, I had a thought. How all-American do we look right now? A little boy plays baseball with his uniformed Daddy.
Apparently others were thinking the same thing. A nice older woman came over and asked Daddy were he was serving. She shared that she had two sons in the military, one in Afghanistan and one serving as a active duty recruiter in the Pittsburgh area. She thanked him for his service and went off to continue her journey.
Not much later, another older woman approached us with arms outstretched. She thanked Chris for his service to his country and then turned to me and thanked *me*. She remarked how it was so nice to see a family together, etc.
In his ten years of service, NEVER did a stranger thank Daddy for his service. Certainly no one ever thanked me. I was nearly in tears when I told that sweet woman, "You're welcome."
We stopped at the rest area just outside of Meadville, PA. I love this rest area. There is a ton of grassy area and there are several picnic tables. It is such a park-like setting. It really breaks up the trip to be able to get out and run with Bubba for a few minutes. With so much grass, I don't worry about the cars because we're so far from them.
ANYwho, we had to stop for a couple of reasons (one being to pee and the other being to fix my messed up contact lens). We decided to take advantage of that grass and play. I grabbed the trusty bat and ball (it hadn't failed me yet) and we started to play.
Since we left as soon as Daddy was done with his meeting, he was still in uniform.
*I don't know how many of you know the "rules" of being in uniform but there are a couple. First of all, you have to wear you're BDU shirt outside. You can't just run around in your fancy camouflague pants and be done with it. Secondly, you must always wear your hat. So needless to say there is no way to make yourself look like you're not in uniform if you're in uniform.*
As the three of us took turns being the pitcher and the batter, I had a thought. How all-American do we look right now? A little boy plays baseball with his uniformed Daddy.
Apparently others were thinking the same thing. A nice older woman came over and asked Daddy were he was serving. She shared that she had two sons in the military, one in Afghanistan and one serving as a active duty recruiter in the Pittsburgh area. She thanked him for his service and went off to continue her journey.
Not much later, another older woman approached us with arms outstretched. She thanked Chris for his service to his country and then turned to me and thanked *me*. She remarked how it was so nice to see a family together, etc.
In his ten years of service, NEVER did a stranger thank Daddy for his service. Certainly no one ever thanked me. I was nearly in tears when I told that sweet woman, "You're welcome."
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Weekend Warriors Part II
Bubba and I wake at around 8:00 Sunday morning. We are both in much better moods. Breakfast proceeds a lot like it did Saturday morning. This time, though, he tries his hand at big boy cereal (I added milk). He did really well! Thank goodness for that leather chair though. ;)
Check out was at noon. Toddler Entertainment Time would have to coincide with Packing Time. I decided to take things slow. After all, it was only 8 and I had until roughly 11:30 to pack and entertain. I didn't want to get everything done and have to sit around wondering what to do.
We hung out in our jammies for a little while and watched Special Agent Oso (something we had never seen but he really liked) and Handy Manny. We slowly got dressed and packed.
Toddler Entertainment Time was in full swing with a ride on the elevator and a walk down the fourth floor hallway and back, a trip around the lobby and a walk to the pool to watch a little boy jump in. I was running out of ideas. We had just gotten back to the room and started to play the animal sounds "game" on my iPhone when joy of all joys, Daddy called!! He was on his way.
We each take a trip to the car to load up. We're finally ready to check out and leave. It's around 11:30 (earlier than I was expecting to be out of the hotel) so we grab some lunch and take it back to base. We all sit on a bench outside Daddy's building and eat. Bubba actually eats the most he has all weekend. After a quick walk to the Shoppette, Daddy abandons us. This is where the true Toddler Entertainment Time begins.
It is a balmy 80some degrees out. Even though I've slathered sunblock all over Bubba, I decide we need to find a shady spot to play. We find a big maple tree with a picnic table. We play ball (for the zillionth time since Saturday morning) in the shade of the tree until Mr. Crabby Pants starts to run off. A quick glance at the time alerts me to the fact that it is indeed almost time to meet Daddy AND nap time. Yay!
With about 45 mintues left to kill, I load him in the car and decide to go for a little drive around base. Since this is one of the last times Daddy will have to come here, I want to see what I'll most likely never see again. In about five minutes, I've seen all there is to see. The good news is Bubba is sound asleep. I find a parking space that's a little closer to the building we need to go to and sit and wait. The sweltering heat inside the car tells me it's time to find an outside spot.
It's 2:00 and time to meet Daddy. I remember that there is a little cafe inside the building we need to meet in. Bubba and I go in to wait. Daddy arrives shortly and we make our way to the basement so I can get a new ID card.
If it weren't for a Commander's Call, Daddy probably could have signed out right then and we could have started the trip home. No such luck.
I head to my trusty maple tree for another game of baseball. Bubba really isn't as thrilled this time around. Daddy assures me that these end-of-weekend meetings usually only last 20-30 minutes. I figure I can handle that. Twenty minutes turns into 30 before I know it. We ended up pounding the pavement (I swear we made a path) for nearly an hour.
We both nearly jump for joy when we see Daddy heading toward us. The sight of his face is a promise that the weekend is indeed over and we can start the trek home.
The change of pace was much needed but I think next time, we'll just tough it out at home without Daddy. Almost-two-year-olds are much happier when they have their toys to play with and their normal routine to follow. Mommies are happier that way too.
Check out was at noon. Toddler Entertainment Time would have to coincide with Packing Time. I decided to take things slow. After all, it was only 8 and I had until roughly 11:30 to pack and entertain. I didn't want to get everything done and have to sit around wondering what to do.
We hung out in our jammies for a little while and watched Special Agent Oso (something we had never seen but he really liked) and Handy Manny. We slowly got dressed and packed.
Toddler Entertainment Time was in full swing with a ride on the elevator and a walk down the fourth floor hallway and back, a trip around the lobby and a walk to the pool to watch a little boy jump in. I was running out of ideas. We had just gotten back to the room and started to play the animal sounds "game" on my iPhone when joy of all joys, Daddy called!! He was on his way.
We each take a trip to the car to load up. We're finally ready to check out and leave. It's around 11:30 (earlier than I was expecting to be out of the hotel) so we grab some lunch and take it back to base. We all sit on a bench outside Daddy's building and eat. Bubba actually eats the most he has all weekend. After a quick walk to the Shoppette, Daddy abandons us. This is where the true Toddler Entertainment Time begins.
It is a balmy 80some degrees out. Even though I've slathered sunblock all over Bubba, I decide we need to find a shady spot to play. We find a big maple tree with a picnic table. We play ball (for the zillionth time since Saturday morning) in the shade of the tree until Mr. Crabby Pants starts to run off. A quick glance at the time alerts me to the fact that it is indeed almost time to meet Daddy AND nap time. Yay!
With about 45 mintues left to kill, I load him in the car and decide to go for a little drive around base. Since this is one of the last times Daddy will have to come here, I want to see what I'll most likely never see again. In about five minutes, I've seen all there is to see. The good news is Bubba is sound asleep. I find a parking space that's a little closer to the building we need to go to and sit and wait. The sweltering heat inside the car tells me it's time to find an outside spot.
It's 2:00 and time to meet Daddy. I remember that there is a little cafe inside the building we need to meet in. Bubba and I go in to wait. Daddy arrives shortly and we make our way to the basement so I can get a new ID card.
If it weren't for a Commander's Call, Daddy probably could have signed out right then and we could have started the trip home. No such luck.
I head to my trusty maple tree for another game of baseball. Bubba really isn't as thrilled this time around. Daddy assures me that these end-of-weekend meetings usually only last 20-30 minutes. I figure I can handle that. Twenty minutes turns into 30 before I know it. We ended up pounding the pavement (I swear we made a path) for nearly an hour.
We both nearly jump for joy when we see Daddy heading toward us. The sight of his face is a promise that the weekend is indeed over and we can start the trek home.
The change of pace was much needed but I think next time, we'll just tough it out at home without Daddy. Almost-two-year-olds are much happier when they have their toys to play with and their normal routine to follow. Mommies are happier that way too.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Weekend Warriors
We had a nice little excursion to Pittsburgh this past weekend.
The idea to make a family affair out of a Reserve weekend is almost funny. Every single time Daddy goes (and doesn't stay with our friends), he stays in a hotel rather than on base. This isn't his choice, but he's not complaining about it. ;)
The first time he called me from one of these said hotels and proceeded to tell me about the MINT they left on his pillow, I wanted to reach through the phone. Not only was he getting a weekend away from everything, he was getting the "special" treatment.
When he called last month and was, yet again, holed up in a fancy hotel I put my foot down. "We're going with you next month", I said.
It was an adventurous weekend but I think next time, we'll just let him go alone.
When we arrived on Friday afternoon, took care of a couple errands on base and then headed to our new home away from home. We stayed at the Sheraton Four Points. It was a wonderful hotel. It would have been more wonderful if it had been just the two of us.
This brings me to the next stage of my weekend: Toddler Entertainment Time.
After a rough Friday night, Bubba and I wake at around 7:30 Saturday morning. This hotel was off my Fancy Meter. No continental breakfast. I could have ordered room service (for nearly $11.00) OR gotten us dressed and went to the restaurant. He's like most kids and doesn't want to do much of anything until he's had something to eat. I plunk him down in the leather covered desk chair (I was planning ahead and figured I could wipe it down if necessary) with a banana, a cup of milk and some dry Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Not exactly the breakfast of champions but I was working on the fly so it would have to do. He seemed happy so I just rolled with it.
I had planned to meet a school friend that day. She was swinging by the hotel at around 9:45. That meant I had roughly two hours of Toddler Entertainment Time. Since the hotel was still fairly new to him (this was his first time in a hotel room), he enjoyed diving on the huge pile of pillows and driving his tractor on the bed. We did end up going for a ride on the elevator and took a quick walk around the building.
Thankfully at around 10:00 M arrived. She was smart and brought presents (aka bribes) It takes Bubba a while to warm up to strangers. He's normally very shy around new people. This time, the new person brought a plastic bat and ball. Jackpot! She also brought his favorite-animal crackers. I'm not sure how she knew but she sure guessed right!
After a quick baseball game, we headed to her house to run outside and play with the dog. He was in heaven again with a big dog to fetch with and a dirt pile to play in. He enjoyed the dirt so much that I literally had to scrub him and change his clothes before we could go and get some lunch. He was having fun so that's all that matters.
M dropped us off at our hotel at around 3:00ish. Little did I know that I had nearly two hours of Toddler Entertainment Time ahead of me. This time, it didn't go as well because the toddler in question was hot, sweaty, dirty AND hadn't had a nap.
Daddy finally arrives! We decide to just stick close because I can tell Bubba isn't up for another car ride. The notel's restaurant was very nice but it wasn't what I would call kid friendly. There was literally nothing on the menu that he would have liked. We didn't want to be rude so we drank our Yuenglings and ordered an appetizer. Our usually very well mannered restaurant going toddler morphed into another kid. He was running away (no high chairs) and throwing fits when we would bring him back to the table. Remember, no nap.
I was so tired that I finally lost my patience and took him back to the room. I remembered to grab my beer. LOL We made it back to the room in about 45 seconds. He was just happy to be out of the restaurant. I was just happy to be out of public so I could cry. Daddy arrived about 10 mintues later with our leftover food. He then proceeded to go to Sheetz so we could all actually eat.
Thankfully bed time went much smoother Saturday night. I think we all needed it. If I had only known what I was in for on Sunday, I would have gone to bed much earlier.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The idea to make a family affair out of a Reserve weekend is almost funny. Every single time Daddy goes (and doesn't stay with our friends), he stays in a hotel rather than on base. This isn't his choice, but he's not complaining about it. ;)
The first time he called me from one of these said hotels and proceeded to tell me about the MINT they left on his pillow, I wanted to reach through the phone. Not only was he getting a weekend away from everything, he was getting the "special" treatment.
When he called last month and was, yet again, holed up in a fancy hotel I put my foot down. "We're going with you next month", I said.
It was an adventurous weekend but I think next time, we'll just let him go alone.
When we arrived on Friday afternoon, took care of a couple errands on base and then headed to our new home away from home. We stayed at the Sheraton Four Points. It was a wonderful hotel. It would have been more wonderful if it had been just the two of us.
This brings me to the next stage of my weekend: Toddler Entertainment Time.
After a rough Friday night, Bubba and I wake at around 7:30 Saturday morning. This hotel was off my Fancy Meter. No continental breakfast. I could have ordered room service (for nearly $11.00) OR gotten us dressed and went to the restaurant. He's like most kids and doesn't want to do much of anything until he's had something to eat. I plunk him down in the leather covered desk chair (I was planning ahead and figured I could wipe it down if necessary) with a banana, a cup of milk and some dry Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Not exactly the breakfast of champions but I was working on the fly so it would have to do. He seemed happy so I just rolled with it.
I had planned to meet a school friend that day. She was swinging by the hotel at around 9:45. That meant I had roughly two hours of Toddler Entertainment Time. Since the hotel was still fairly new to him (this was his first time in a hotel room), he enjoyed diving on the huge pile of pillows and driving his tractor on the bed. We did end up going for a ride on the elevator and took a quick walk around the building.
Thankfully at around 10:00 M arrived. She was smart and brought presents (aka bribes) It takes Bubba a while to warm up to strangers. He's normally very shy around new people. This time, the new person brought a plastic bat and ball. Jackpot! She also brought his favorite-animal crackers. I'm not sure how she knew but she sure guessed right!
After a quick baseball game, we headed to her house to run outside and play with the dog. He was in heaven again with a big dog to fetch with and a dirt pile to play in. He enjoyed the dirt so much that I literally had to scrub him and change his clothes before we could go and get some lunch. He was having fun so that's all that matters.
M dropped us off at our hotel at around 3:00ish. Little did I know that I had nearly two hours of Toddler Entertainment Time ahead of me. This time, it didn't go as well because the toddler in question was hot, sweaty, dirty AND hadn't had a nap.
Daddy finally arrives! We decide to just stick close because I can tell Bubba isn't up for another car ride. The notel's restaurant was very nice but it wasn't what I would call kid friendly. There was literally nothing on the menu that he would have liked. We didn't want to be rude so we drank our Yuenglings and ordered an appetizer. Our usually very well mannered restaurant going toddler morphed into another kid. He was running away (no high chairs) and throwing fits when we would bring him back to the table. Remember, no nap.
I was so tired that I finally lost my patience and took him back to the room. I remembered to grab my beer. LOL We made it back to the room in about 45 seconds. He was just happy to be out of the restaurant. I was just happy to be out of public so I could cry. Daddy arrived about 10 mintues later with our leftover food. He then proceeded to go to Sheetz so we could all actually eat.
Thankfully bed time went much smoother Saturday night. I think we all needed it. If I had only known what I was in for on Sunday, I would have gone to bed much earlier.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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