Leaving on a Jet Plane....

HA! I wish.

We're leaving for another vacation tomorrow. In the car, not a plane.

Jeremy is already driving me absolutely insane. I'm not certain we're going to make it all the way to the Sunshine State without threatening to sign divorce papers. (lets face it, in 5 years of marriage we've only managed to make one trip together without our hands at each other's throat)

Mind you, I've done all the packing, double checking, making sure every thing is set and ready to go for tomorrow. And while he's helped, I would hardly say it was willingly. Unless you count loud gasps, sighs and mumbling as he walked away as excitement to help me get the show on the road.

When I told him I was almost finished with the packing, he proceeded to hop on the computer and play video games for the next two and a half hours. And when I jumped on (at 10:30 tonight) he informed me that I don't need to stay on the computer all night, I need to get some sleep.

Ahhh.....

Mind you, I have one last load of laundry to fold tonight, cords and chargers to find, gather and pack (cell phone, digital camera, etc.) and last minute toiletries to store away. Jer? He's gone to bed.

I really would rather not travel with him in tow. It's much easier to travel just Kyra and myself. Jeremy just throws an overweight monkey wrench into the picture and, frankly, you'd think a grown man would be able to help out just a little bit more with just a little less lip. One day I'm gonna surprise him with a plane ticket to our destination and inform him that Kyra and I will gladly make the drive. Alone.

Seriously, the toddler is more well behaved and helpful then the husband...

Good News/Bad news

The good new: Kyra's ice skating coach raved quite highly about what a natural she is on the ice. (tonight being her second class) The coach asked Jeremy how old she was, when Jer said she just turned three the coach was amazed- she thought Kyra was a "petite 5 year old!"

Apparently Kyra's listening skills and ease at picking up new techniques is well past the norm as her coach proclaimed she hasn't had a 3 year old with the abilities Kyra has shown. Oh, and she also wished she could scoop Kyra up as her own child prodigy.

I think my jaw just might have hit the floor. I mean, I knew Kyra was doing much better then most of the kids in her class, but I had no idea she was doing that well!

The bad news: Jer didn't get the really great, fantastic school with wonderfully set schedule and hours that his detailer said last. week. he was going to put the paperwork in for. Gah!

Apparently he "forgot" that he had already filled the position prior to the conversation he had with Jer last. week. Asshat.

So now we're weighing our options for a recruiting job down in what I like to call Hurricane Alley (the Louisiana/Alabama/Florida border) or another school with shitty rotating hours in the North Eastern part of the country. Both require a major decrease in pay, the school being $100 less per paycheck then the recruiting job, but the recruiting job requires yet another tremendous amount of paperwork that could take up to 8 weeks to get approved. Oh, and the job could very well be filled by the time it's all been submitted and approved. Any one up for a game of Russian Roulette?

Oh, and did I mention Jer and I had set a time limit that we wanted to be up and moved out of our tiny humble abode by February 1st- mere weeks after I give birth the little termite? So we're kinda stressing A LOT! about what our living situation is going to look like come the new year. (and when I say "we're stressing" what I really mean is "I'm stressing" because Jer doesn't stress over this kind of thing. He has a bed on the barge at work if he ever needs one. The children, dogs and myself? He'd just as soon send me to my Grandmother's house- which is a cool place and all- just not where I want to be post baby) I'd like to have all of this where are we going to live business secured BEFORE the baby is born, but when it comes to the Navy- nothing gets done in any kind of timely manner.

Have I ever mentioned to you that the Navy is run by a bunch of fuck ups who probably couldn't hack it in the real world? Lets face it, most of the branch is run by a bunch of men who, I'm very well assuming, stand around scratching their balls talking about the latest sports figures, video games, and/or dirty, slutty, whore they screwed last night instead of doing their actual jobs.

And Jer laughs at me for insisting they need more women in the military... At least the only thing we'd be doing is getting into petty cat fights with one another- but, hey, at least we'd get people to where they needed to be in a timely manner.

The Obligatory "How Cute Was Your Kid on Halloween" Photos

These pictures were actually taken several days before Halloween. She looked exactly the same, with the exception of a black turtle neck under her costume for warmth.

You see, Halloween night after she was primped, dressed and asked to take a pretty picture- she decided then that there was no chance in hell we were going to get her to stand still long enough to take a decent shot of her in costume. So this is what you get.

I present to you all- KYRA, THE SEA WITCH! (in a regular ol' witches costume, just don't try telling Kyra that)

One Week

It has been one. week. since we started telling Kyra every night, as we tuck her into bed, that she is not allowed to climb in the bed with Mommy or on the couch with Daddy in the middle of the night. We explain to her that she's allowed to get out of bed after Mr. Sunshine wakes up- not before.

Every morning now she is at my bedside between 7 and 7:30 informing me that Mr. Sunshine is awake, as is she.

I'll take that any day over having her wake me up an extra 18 times a night. Lydia seems to be doing a bang up job at that already and she's not even born yet.

Any advice on how to tell The Fetus she needs to stop jumping on Mommy's bladder 3 times a night? Because, frankly, it's just not nice.

ABC'S - Kyra Style

A B C D E F G! H

Now, you have to be careful, it gets a lil' bit tricky. Okay? It gets a lil' bit tricky.

A B C D E F G! H I

You have to be careful. Member? It gets a lil' bit tricky like two triangles for eyes. *attempting to form triangles with her fingers over her eyes* See, like that! Triangles for your eyes are a lil' bit tricky!

A B C D E F G! H I J K LMNOP! Q R S. T U V. double U X... Y Z Now I know my ABC'S next time you half to sing with me.

Date Nights

There's been some discussion around our house about a date night. As in, Jeremy and myself- no Kyra allowed.

The thing is... as wonderful as that sounds, Jer and I could really care less about a date night.

Is that normal?

I mean. Sure, we'd love to go out, alone, without time constraints, no restrictions on what we can and can't do, no restrictions on what we can or can't say in front of the tiny human. But then again.... we just don't care to have that.

Seriously, is. that. normal?

All my girlfriends go on dates with their spouses. They want to, they have a desire to and most of all they follow through.

A normal response from Jer and myself when presented with the opportunity? Ehh... it'd be nice. And that's it. No more discussion. No planning. No real umph to get the show on the road.

We've had offers from friends to watch our child FOR FREE, and we've turned them down. My MIL even offered to PAY for Jer and I to go out on a date so she could have some alone time with her grandchild... and we turned her down with out a single thought otherwise.

Seems we like each other's company. With ankle biters in tow.

It's been 16 months since Jer and I were alone on a date. 16 months ago we spent 5 days together in Scotland in the middle of deployment. And even then we talked about Kyra non stop. Called home every day. Expressed regret that we didn't bring her along on our trip.

Since then? Not a single day with out the little monster.

I know- we're those creepy, weirdo parents who truly enjoy family time.

So, my question to you is... What in the hell is so damned exciting about a date night that, clearly, Jer and I just don't get?

Oh, and are we as strange and not normal as I think we are? Because, really, what parent doesn't want a date night?

Feel the Love

Me: Honey, do you love me?
Jer: Yes, I love you.
Me: Forever and always?
Jer: Yes, forever and always.
Me: Even when I'm pregnant?
Jer: Even when you're pregnant.
Me: Then why did you say you wouldn't get me pregnant again?
Jer: With age comes wisdom, honey.

Clearly I am an absolute DOLL when pregnant!

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Kyra told Jeremy several days ago that she's going to get married to King Cole. Jer is devastated at the thought of loosing his little girl to a nursery rhyme character.

Kyra ask me today what I was eating. I told her a cookie. She asked if she could have one. I told her no. She asks why. I tell her because she's not pregnant. Jer becomes upset because now he believes she's not only going to leave him and get married to King Cole, but she is also going to now get pregnant so she too can have one of my cookies.

I think he's missing the point that she first has to hit puberty for the whole baby making portion and that by then, I'm hoping she will have forgotten all about my cookie.

Besides, I already ate the last cookie after she went to bed.