• Oct. 5, 2006
They found a fracture

I had a follow-up on my ankle today.  I still can't walk on it and have a lot of pain.  They re-did my x-rays, and this time found a hairline fracture!  So, another few weeks to recover!

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• Oct. 2, 2006
A forced break from blogging

Just so you all know, I am in the middle of a forced break from blogging.  Last week I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle!  It is still quite an atrocious purple color and twice the size of my other ankle, and I am still on crutches...the crutches are to be followed by an air boot thingy, which is to be followed by physical therapy.

But the baby is fine, and if I hadn't landed on my ankle, then I would have landed on my stomach.  And since I heard cracking when I landed, I am very glad that it is just sprained and not broken!

Since the computer is downstairs and I am currently limited to the upstairs unless I am forced to go to the doctor for yet another follow-up, it will be a few more days before I get back to the copmuter again.  I haven't given up blogging, and can't wait to catch up on all my regular reads when I'm mobile again!

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• Sep. 22, 2006
Mood Swings!

After the emotional day I had yesterday, today I am energized and ready to go!  And I haven't even had any coffee yet (because I never washed the dishes yesterday and my kitchen is just too messy to make coffee in!!!)

We got the entire upstairs of the house cleaned and we are now getting ready to put together our new bookshelves and finally organize all our homeschool stuff.  It's been driving me crazy that half is upstairs and half is down!

The kids are even happily helping me clean!  Woohoo, thank God for a good day!

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• Aug. 24, 2006
The Downside of Military Life

I think almost any military wife you meet will tell you that the hardest part of military life is constantly saying goodbye to our friends.  Someone is always moving to a different part of the world, and there are no guarantees that we'll see each other again.  Twice I've had my best friends move within a month of me giving birth, losing some of my greatest support.

But this is worse.

Much, much worse.

I had to find a new hair stylist.

I LOVED my last stylist.  I could say "surprise me" and she'd do a beautiful job every time.

So when I moved here I looked around at all the moms I had met, and asked those with cuts that I really liked to give me a name.  I wasn't even nervous.

Little did I know...

I went in and told my new stylist that I was tired of growing out my bangs and wanted to cut them, and to update my layers a bit.  She seemed to know exactly what I wanted.

After she was done, there was just something off about the cut, but I figured once I had washed all the gunk out and styled my hair myself, then I'd like it.

So I washed it.

And I dried it.

And OH MY GOODNESS pass me a can of  Aquanet because I have 80's bangs!

I spent enough of my youth torturing my bangs into a giant frothy wavy mass and then spraying them into submission while using enough aerosol to wipe out any ozone that had survived the previous day's shellacking.

I DON'T WANT 80'S HAIR!!!

I don't want skintight jeans, legwarmers, neon clothes, anything that tapers (and hence shows how wide my hips have gotten since the 80's).  And I definitely do not want mile high bangs.

Please excuse me while I go use my non-aerosol, ozone-friendly, flexible hold hairspray to try and fix this problem.

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• Aug. 17, 2006
You know you're a parent when...

Your child gets that look on their face, opens and closes their mouth a bit, and then you know, you just know, that they are going to throw up.

And since the seconds always stretch into millenia in emergency moments you have time to consider your options:

I could put him down.  But he really needs me for comfort and if I put him down he'll just throw up all over the carpet and then I'll have to scrub it and it's already getting uncomfortable for me to bend down and do stuff with this belly and he'll just want up as soon as he's done anyway and then it will get all over me.

I could face him away from me.  But then he'll throw up all over his bed and I'll have to take off the sheets and mattress pads and put on new and he'll probably cry the entire time I'm doing that because he needs me for comfort and do I have any other clean sheets in the house anyway?

I could just let him throw up on me.  It will save the most time and I can comfort him while he does it and it will contain the mess since this belly is practically a shelf anyway (not to mention the chest!) and then I can just put a changing pad on his bed and a towel on the floor in case he throws up again and I won't have to do any scrubbing or change any sheets.

I thought I was the only one who thought this way until the other day when my sweet hubby faced this situation for the first time, and came to the same conclusion I did- It's easier to let them throw up on you.

That's when you really know you're a parent!

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