I am disrespecting the Turkey

My two favorite holidays are Halloween and Thanksgiving. My sister always has a big to do for Halloween, with lots of friends, family and kids in cute costumes. And how can I not love a holiday that is all about food?

So I've always had an issue with Christmas stuff appearing in October. What about Halloween? What about Thanksgiving? Don't they deserve to be the center of attention? Why are they always in the shadow of the fat man?

And now, I am a Mom. Today I ordered Michael's Christmas outfits and this weekend I am hoping that the hubs and I are going to go out and start to do some shopping for Christmas and his birthday. It's not even Halloween and I am going to start Christmas shopping.

My sincere apologies to the Great Pumpkin and the Turkey.

11 Months (a day late)

I wanted to talk about my baby turning 11 months old in this post, but as I look at the picture to my left I see someone who is much more boy than baby these days. I couldn't tell you the last time I saw this boy crawl and he's quickly working himself up to a run. He's still not talking but he is mimicking my tone of voice when I talk, which can be a bad thing when I am yelling at people in the parking lot!

My boy and I continue to face the world as a dynamic duo these days while the Hubs continues his training at OCS. He is a handful to say the least and I miss the days of laying him on his belly and being able to turn my back and know he would still be there when I turned around. But I love watching him grow and learn. He has an independent streak that scares and delights me at the same time. You would never describe him as a Momma's boy, but in those quiet moment reading his bedtime story and rocking him at night the love we have for each other is almost tangible.

So while I have my moments where the final days of his babyhood make me sad, I am so overwhelmed by all that the future holds. I can't wait to see what comes next.

Who me?

OK, it's embarrassing how long I've been gone.  And even more embarrassing how long it's take me to "accept" this award from my dear friend Fearless at The Recovering Actress.  But I am doing it now, even if it is largely because I promised to blog this weekend and its nearly midnight so I've got to do something quick.  Anyway, 10 totally honest things about me.

1. I thought my husband was going to be a one night stand.  Then he was the one night stand that wouldn't go away, then I dumped him, over the phone.  And still he gave me a second chance.  I'm a lucky girl.

2. I have a nervous habit of pacing.  It's much better now but it used to be really bad and drove my parents nuts to hear me walking back and forth in my room all night long as a child.  

3. I chose to formula feed my son from the very beginning and never even tried to breast feed.  That could be a post into and of itself, but again its late, I'm tired and I no longer feel the need to justify the decision to everyone I see on the street.

4. I'm terrified to TTC again, terrified not to TTC again and am feeling rather ambivalent about it all at this point.  

5. I'm an Irish Step Dancer.  Yes, I can do that Riverdancey stuff and a jig.  No it does not involve jumping around like a drunk frat boy on St Patrick's Day.  Yes, I do want to kick their asses when they do that.

6. I'm scared of the dark.

7. I have a tendency to over schedule and over plan things.  This results in situations like there where I am up blogging at midnight.

8. I don't like many of my IRL friends as I do my Internet friends.  

9. I never wanted to be a military wife and now I can't imagine my life any other way.  I'm nervous and worried to death about the Hubs at OCS and hope and pray everyday that he completes the course successfully.

10.  I love the movie Angels in the Outfield and yes, I cry every time.  Since I know what's going to happen I actually preemptively cry.

So now I am supposed to nominate 7 other bloggers, but since I'd consider it a good day if 7 people read my blog, I am going to ask each of you to accept this award.  When you've posted your 10 things, let me know in my comments section so I can come find out more about you.

Well Crap

I haven't blogged in ages so you would think that I would have tons to blog about.  But I got nothin.  

Maybe tomorrow.

White wine and pepperoni

Tonight I am watching the Emmy's while drinking white wine from the bottle and eating pepperoni.  This wouldn't be significant if I hadn't been breathlessly staring at a barely there positive pregnancy test earlier this week.

Collective gasp of shock...ok, are we all done?  Good.

We weren't exactly trying, but we weren't not trying either.  We were part of that normal segment of the population who just goes out and gets pregnant.  It was nice while it lasted, which was all of about 3 or 4 days until the next test turned up negative and I started my second early miscarriage/chemical pregnancy.  We are sad, disappointed but at least for me not entirely surprised.  Even as I was staring at the test, I just knew that this wasn't going to end well.  Damn woman's intuition.

The hubs is taking this hard and that makes this hard.  He wanted to TTC again right away but I convinced him to wait until January because I want him to focus on completing OCS and not the state of my uterus.  Of course, this gives him time to plan and allowing a Marine to put together a plan of attack is a dangerous thing; I just got another text message adding yet another thing to my TTC-preparation check list.  For future reference, telling my husband to check out The Bump was probably a bad idea if I wanted a relaxed approach TTC our second child.  

So I still owe you all a bigger update, but while I am doing well tonight (well minus the drinking wine out of the bottle thing) I know that there is bound to be a dark day or two ahead and I think you should have the context before I start blubbering about some missed milestone or another.

A request

I've mentioned my friend kekis before and tonight/today I am asking for your good thoughts and prayers on her behalf. She's going in for her first IUI tomorrow and all I want for Christmas, Hanukkah, my birthday etc is for her to come out of that procedure tomorrow with the baby she gets to take home from the hospital later this year.

I owe you all a really good, long blog update but I am in Cali watching the Biggest Loser and already up past my bedtime considering I have to be up at 5:30am tomorrow morning. It's coming though, I promise.

September...seriously?

Where the hell did August go?  I know I was busy with the hubs being gone and all, but how did it go from M's 9 month birthday to almost his 10 month birthday.  I don't know about you, but I'd like an August do-over.  

A quick summary of the past few weeks goes something like this.  My job is a nightmare but I got a contract modification approved that = more money = very happy manager and manager's manager.  The hubs passed his Marine Corp Martial Arts program course and got into OCS.  Michael is continuing to raise hell, torture the dogs and has started taking a few steps at a time.  I am of course so NOT prepared to be Mom to a child that is fully bipedal so I silently cheer every time he falls on his butt.  

We took a great vacation to Ocean City, MD so I'll be posting about that and sharing a bunch of pictures once I get the chance.  Until then, happy start of September!