Old friends

I'm not big into this Facebook stuff. For some reason one of my girlfriends asked me to put up a profile so she could share some stuff with me. Well, now it is kindof getting out of control. I just reconnected with an old friend from high school, now 2 old friends, and who knows where it is going to go. I know for sure that I DON'T want to connect with one of the old friends who is connected to these other friends. He wasn't very nice to me at the end of our friendship. I didn't like him and said very threatening things then. Anyway, this Facebook thing is all the rage I guess, but I don't spend much time on it.

I was happy to hear from one of my friends and we have been catching up on our lives, but some things are getting a little too close for comfort. Oh well, I guess we'll just see what happens. I mean, it's not like my home address is out there anywhere.

On another note, we had an awesome weekend! Daddy came home on Friday and Brannan had the best time hanging out with him. He will thankfully be here for most of the month, so that is great. We went to a firefighter's chili cookoff on Saturday. It was nice and we ate way too much chili. Then we went to a little get-together hosted by one of Daddy's coworkers. It was nice. Yesterday we hung out with Grandma and Pappy and then had an early dinner. It is great to be back on a schedule again (an EASY schedule) when Daddy is here. He does all the bed time stuff, and I clean up and get ready for the next day. It is so nice.

We're still working on getting pregnant. I'll let you know how it turns out in a couple of weeks I guess. No news yet.

Post V-Day

So, we went out to visit Daddy where he is working last weekend. It involves a plane ride and a 2 hour drive each way. It was ok. The baby did great for the most part and he really loved seeing his Daddy! He was all laughs and smiles and giggles and fun. I, however, wasn't.

I don't know what it was, I was just feeling bummed for some reason. I felt like I was the vehicle that got the baby to his Daddy, not a wife anymore. We did go out to dinner the day before V-Day and we said our respective "Happy V-Day's" to each other (with my prompting) and I gave him a present, and well, that was it. I know, I know, it is a totally contrived holiday and totally dumb, but you know what, he used to always at least get me a card or a bunch of flowers or something small. I don't need jewelry or any fancy underwear (which he has bought in the past), but something - ANYTHING!?!

Nothing.

So, the day after we were walking around a little town doing some touristy-stuff and I couldn't help it, I just started crying like a little baby while we were walking down the street. Just bawling! He kept asking what was wrong, but I couldn't put it into words. I don't know why I was so emotional about it, I mean, we went out to dinner the day before the actual day (I am an ex-waitress so I really don't like going out that day), but for some reason, I just felt like crap.

I finally got the words out in the car later and I got over it and bucked up and pushed everything aside like it didn't hurt me anymore.

And then, as we were leaving for our flight, we gathered up everything out of the car, I positioned everything that I could wheel and carry on the plane, he hands over the baby and sandwiched in between his chest and the baby was a card for me.

I couldn't read it then. I put it in my suitcase for later and we said our goodbyes.

When I read it later, I cried. I felt like a dumbass. But, he made an effort and gave me some words that I needed.

Now, we are back at home and counting down the days until he returns.

Play date!

Today we are going on an actual play date!

Ok, well, it is disguised by having dinner with the other mom and catching up, but really, I'm just in the need of some other adult conversation and someone else to entertain the baby. Especially since that other entertainer will only be a year older than he is. At least they are still toddlers and can throw things and play with things together and understand each other. They can share balls and share sippy cups and share conversation that I know nothing about. Sometimes I have to walk around the whole house with the baby to understand what he wants. He is in the "pointing" stage and can't say what he really wants or needs. It is a fun stage because he is getting so much more independant, but also a little frustrating for the adults in his life.

He's having fun right now standing a book up on its end at the counter here while I type. It won't be long until he gets bored with that though, and I'll have to distract him with something else.

Well, baby, you are going on a play date today, and I'm probably looking forward to it more than you are!

More good news

Well, not from me, but from friends.

Just found out another girlfriend is pregnant. She is 8 weeks along. Although very early, she is still "along".

I'm eagerly awaiting stupid-bowl weekend when my hband will be back and we can try to make another baby.

I don't know what has got into me but I am totally baby-crazy right now.

I see pregnant people in lines at the store and immediately try to figure out how far along they are. I see tiny little infants and wonder how old they are and then immediately assess their mommas to see if they lost the baby weight.

What is wrong with me?

Is there something in the water? I guess that is what everyone calls it.

Well, whatever it is, I hope I catch it!

Bring on baby number 2!!!

The weather is here...

It is absolutely beautiful here these days. I just want to spend so much time outside!

We went on our nightly walk and I could smell someone bbqing on the way. For some reason it smelled like many times we went camping when we were "younger."

We are still pretty young, in the whole scheme of things, but it just brought me back to some other times. When the drinks flowed way too freely and somehow you ended up in your tent at night with all the covers on.

Now, I have to make sure all the covers are on the baby before I go to bed.

It is a crazy extreme.

But, I love it.

We played at the park and he went down the slide and I watched him run around the pool for about half an hour.

It was a great day.

But, he misses his Daddy.

Miracle

Today there was a plane crash.

I don't know if I've been in a plane crash in my past life or what, but I always have vivid dreams of being in a plane crash. I could be a witness, a passenger or a pilot, I've had them all. They are my worst nightmares. Today another one happened in real life. And this one was way too close to home.

See, my sister is living in NYC and traveling to Charlotte all the time. She could have been on that plane.

Luckily, she wasn't.

But, if she was, she would have been ok, that's for sure.

It is just so scary, living in that eternal fear. You are propelled into the atmosphere in those little metallic tubes and you never know what is going to happen.

She had an aborted landing at Sky Harbor over the Christmas holiday. She has been really lucky.

I am so happy all of those people are all alive and happy. It is truly a miracle.

Birthmark

Brannan has a birthmark.

It is on his right hand. On the top of his hand. The other side of his palm? I'm not sure what the right word for that part of your hand is.

It is cute. It is just like a little brown smudge. You could almost mistake it for dirt if you weren't looking at it really hard.

He doesn't know it right now, but I notice it all of the time.

It is the one thing that I will always remember of him.

His little brown smudge.