Those moms

Before you became a mom I'm sure you did this too. You used to watch other moms interacting with their kids. These "study sessions" gave you grounds to form your opinion of the type of mom you would become. Of course you wouldn't do the things "those moms" did that drove you nuts!

Our son was sick a couple days ago. And, being a "responsible" mom I chose to keep him home until his fever was gone. Well, the fever had been broken all day and he was back to the way he usually is, but for some reason he has a cough that has stayed behind.

This is my pet peeve. I don't understand why people take their sick, and miserable, children to public places and let them cough and sneeze in everyone's direction and act like there's nothing wrong.

I have been around a lot of children, and had some medical training. All of my experience and training tells me that a child with no fever is no longer contagious, or too sick to go out. This is why when my husband suggested we go use our Christmas gift card, I agreed.

Our son hadn't coughed much during the day, but of course that would have to change when we got to the restaurant! I had become one of "those moms" that I had always vowed I wouldn't be. My son was coughing, and it sounded REALLY bad, in the direction of people who were eating. I felt so uncomfortable! I KNEW that he wasn't sick, and that this was just leftover congestion, but he still sounded like he was sick. I felt a little better after the little girl at the table next to ours coughed a couple times.

I guess when we were watching people before we became mommies we should've had a little more compassion. I'm guessing that while we were busy watching, they may also have been thinking that they had turned into one of "those moms" too!

Gadget-shmadget

I saw an infomercial for a cupcake maker that sits on the counter. The idea was that we don't have enough "time" to use the oven or our cupcake pans anymore.

Now, I admit that some gadgets are nice to have, but recently I have seen an increased number of things designed to make something "faster" or "easier" that really isn't that hard to begin with. Stirring while cooking...this battery operated spider-alien will stir your food for u. Another gadget will scramble an egg WITHIN the shell by impailing it on this mechanical needle...and then a little ARM comes down and taps the egg to crack it for u, and push a button to separate the shell and put the egg in the pan. Who doesn't have time or energy to do either of these things on your own?

I make our bread, but I am the breadmaker. I don't rely on a machine the size of a microwave to do it. Now, I understand physical limitations are a factor sometimes, but why is normal exertion on our part considered obsolete or outdated? When my husband has told people that I make our bread, they acted like I had stepped out of a Little house on the prairie novel.

If we take a look back, even just a couple decades, we would find that people were more content. These so called luxuries are supposed to give us more time and make us happier. Then why are we always complaining that those two things are so far beyond our reach...unless it suits us? I would challenge you to be more "old-fashioned" you may discover that your life is not nearly as hectic as you think, and that happiness really can be found in kneading bread that you made BY YOURSELF!

Deja View

Yes, no worries...I know its Deja Vu, but I saw something that gave me fond memories of how I met my husband. I saw a commercial for the website that we met on.

I met my husband online, yes I'm one of the 20% they talk about on the match.com commercials. No, we didn't meet at that site, we met on one called christianmingle.com...this one is similar to eharmony in that you are matched. The funny part is that my husband and I were 99% compatible according to their system. But, unlike eharmony, you could talk to anyone, not just your "matches".

I saw his profile, and read through his list of preferences in the woman he wanted to get to know. One of them said he preferred slender women, which I am not, so I went on thinking he would never be interested in me. I WAS WRONG! He contacted me, after he saw that I had looked at his profile, and decided to try to get to know me....the rest just led us to here. Married 2 1/2 years with two handsome boys.

Apologies

Every time we turn on the tv we hear about "someone" offending "someone else", and "another person" is demanding an apology. We have turned an apology into a political weapon! If this person refuses to be 'sorry' for what they said or did that offended someone else, its used as grounds to destroy them. Congratulations, we have just turned something that was supposed to mean something into a thoughtless, emotionless word.

When you are teaching your children about apologising you try to cultivate a sense of them TRULY being sorry for their words are actions. Why is it imperative for the young to learn this, but the older people get to "play" at it? Aren't we their teachers? Not to mention, we teach them to tell the truth, so if its not heartfelt doesn't that turn it into a lie?

People get offended by way too many things, in my opinion. We need to take our own advice to our children and get a tougher skin. And we need to start meaning what we say, and saying what we mean!

FFS- Giving "kisses"

Our oldest son is 17mo. We both agreed to teach him to give kisses on the cheek to prevent future issues with him accosting little girls ;-). Well, I've been trying to get him to give me kisses by pointing at my cheek and saying, "give Momma a kiss". And a couple days ago he did...HE POKED ME IN THE CHEEK!
He thinks that he gives kisses with his finger...guess we accomplished our goal...he will just poke girls instead of mouthing them in the future.

10%

10%....what does this mean to you? A sale like this at a store sends most of us into a frenzy. If we are talking about effort, most of us would agree it NOT ENOUGH! But, then we mention money and our income and our minds drastically changes.

My husband and I believe that this 10% of our income is not ours...its God's. I know that this amount is debated and people try to "bargain" with themselves so that they feel better about short-changing God out of his full due. As all the pastors I know have said...God doesn't need our money! He made water into wine, don't you think he can make all he needs?

This came up between my husband and his coworkers a couple times in the last week. Some of them were complaining about being strapped for cash all the time...and then my husband mentioned what we do with that 10%. I guess you could have heard a pin drop. The consensus was that the amount is just TOO MUCH!

My husband and I started doing this from the first paycheck we recieved after our wedding. My husband had never tithes before, and was really afraid that we would "need" that money...but our belief that God will provide for our needs means that we have faith that this money he provides for us to give back to him is really NOT needed at all. Now, 2 1/2 years later, our blessings...though not always monetary...are numerous! As my husband has told me several times, he feels that we actually have more now.

Is it me?

Ever had a day, week, month, where every question you were asked or thing you were reminded to do sounded like an accusation? OH, YES! That has been the last two weeks, mainly with me and my husband. No, I'm not looking for "advice" or pity because I know that i give as good as I get in the grumpiness department. I can admit it! Just because we are meant to be doesn't mean we don't disagree!

I have heard more than a few women complain about their husbands and how angry they are with them for any number of things. #1-Don't make your husband look like a jerk....and #2-MAKE UP! Married people argue, some more than others, and its a normal part of sharing your lives. I've seen too many people use the big D as their escape from having to admit they may have been wrong about something in their marriage...in legalese this usually is described as irreconcilable differences, HOGWASH! Differences are not marriage destroyers, they are supposed to help "season" it.

There is a quote from one of my favorite movies that comes to my mind during times like this. It's from The Wedding Date. Dermot Mulroney looks at Deborah Messing...after their great big falling out at the end and says, "I'd rather argue with you, than make love with anyone else"....and that's how I look at the these times. I'm blessed to have found the man God made for me, and I choose to not let Satan use my brain against my heart.

Memory Lane...walk with me!

Many things can spark a memory, a smell, a texture, a glimpse, a taste. As, I took the first drink of my tea I was instantly back in Montana with my mom. What magic carpet ride, since I'm 1600 miles south of there, but never the less that's where the taste took me. It's not some special tea, its just the type my mom has had every day as far back as I can remember; lipton, or any black tea, with MILK and sugar.

This isn't the only ordinary thing that reminds me of my family and friends. Original scented Dove soap reminds me of my Nana, the smell of a nail salon reminds me of my twin sister, cardinals remind me of my grandma, Stetson cologne reminds me of my uncle...the list is endless,but each reminder is welcome and comforting.

What made u remember a person or a time or place long gone? I hope you get a chance to walk down your own memory lane today! Happy strolling....

Our Special Boys

Yesterday we had a lot of running around to do. We did finally get the word that we ARE going to PCS. And tagging along with mommy and daddy were two little boys.

We have such awesome boys! I hear all the time whenever we go out "they are so calm", "he's such a good boy", "wow, I wish mine would take a nap when we are out!". Not to mention the constant "you have such handsome boys"...but we can save that for another post :-)...and I'm biased!

My husband and I discussed our "parenting plan" before our babies were here. Our expectations are simple...#1-obedience, yes we realize that our sons have a mind of their own, but there's still room to teach them to listen the first time wether they want to or not. #2-love, love is important in our house, and it comes in many forms...sometimes its a hug, but sometimes love means discipline. We do swat our son...now the modern term for this is "corporal punishment", which I find ridiculous! My mother swatted my behind, and her Momma did the same to her, and guess what? WE LIVED! In my opinion this is a tried and true method of correction, and if done in love, and cultivates respect of others. I'm 23 years old, and I still respect my mother...and would still let her swat me if she thought I needed it.

These two simple "rules" encompass everything. Our oldest son knows his boundaries, and our youngest is at the beginning of the process of learning them. Even at two very different stages in their lives our boys can still learn to follow our "rules", and both are very secure and loving because of it.

I'm a military wife, now what?

I'm a military wife...then there's silence...what does that mean? Is that any more of a responsibility than being married to someone with another occupation?

There's this stigma surrounding the spouses of soldiers. We have no life or interests beyond the military, and we must be, somehow, stronger than any other spouse. In my experience we are normal...or as normal as most of us can be :-). Sure, we have to keep secrets, to protect our men, from our families that most people don't, and we never know if our address is going to stay the same for any length of time that will help create a feeling of belonging in any one place. For us, home is where the combat boots sit...even if its just the spares he keeps in the closet, and he's busy somewhere away from you.

We support our men, just like everyone else does....some of us are just a little more vocal about it. What support do we offer? We sew patches on uniforms minutes before bed so that they are within regulations for work the next day. We get up at 3am and make them food for early morning flights. We help our men study by reading their books a highlighting so that its not so daunting. We attend PT tests so that our husband feels calmer and can focus better...not to mention he says it feels like he's showing off for you ;-).

We are called "the silent ranks"...but only because we are not consulted by the decision-makers in the military. Sometimes its frustrating, especially when said decision-makers cannot make up their minds...but we learn to roll with it.

Cloth diaper patterns I want to make

I have 2 cloth babies, and just got my sewing machine. I really am getting interested in making my own diapers. So, here are the links to the cloth diaper tutorials I hope to try soon.



http://verybaby.com/tutorials/sew-a-prefold-from-old-t-shirts/

sweetnsassygirls.com/2010/09/variations-of-the-quick-snap-flat-wrap-qsfw.html

http://www.clothdiaperfoundation.org/2010/12/26/sewing-your-own-cloth-diaper/

FFS-"textacular misprint"

This was a conversation had between me and my husband today:

HUBBY: were u born?
ME: No, I was hatched out of an egg
HUBBY: This is for you passport paperwork hun, I'm not playing around
ME: U asked me IF I was born, not WHERE, and I didn't know u were filling out paperwork, I thought u were being funny.

He called me later, and by then he was laughing about it too.

For Funnies' Sake-FFS

I'm going to start keeping track of funny things that go on in our daily life...it may be a joke, or just a small conversation that was had..but I would like to make you laugh too! So, look for "FSS" in the title for you laugh. It may not be everyday but I bet it will be worth it :-)

My outlets

Ok, I admit, I'm a bit all over the place when it comes to my interests.

I like to read, listen to music(VERY ECLECTIC), do crafts, take pictures, and cook.
I don't read much now that I'm a mom, unless you count recipes or the back of a medication pamphlet when the kids...or me and my hubby...are sick.
I listen to lots of types of music: 80's, 90's, some current, but my ultimate favorites are in the 60's and 70's.
My crafting is varried. I love fiber arts, like crochet and sewing, scrapbooking, and almost any other kind of craft project you can think of.
And, soon, thanks to MYCCA...I hope to be able to start working on some photography classes.
And currently cooking seems to be the intrest I have the most time for because...my men like to eat daily...kind makes sense huh? :-P

All of these things help me to release tension and relax. I discovered, after I had our first son, the way to cure my post-partum funk...all I needed was a coloring book and some markers, and I was back to myself! Anti-depressants, top that! Cheaper, more effective, and no side effects...unless you count the marker stains on your pinkie :-)

As you can see from my intrests, I probably come off way more organised than I actually am...but lists are my lifesavers!

Shower Time

As far as I can remember my grandparents, only my mom's side though, had "shower time". 10pm every night we all knew that they were gonna disappear for a bit, or if you wanted to call you knew they wouldn't answer. This shower time among the married people has trickled down through the generations, and is now the norm among the married in our family.
My mom and dad have been doing it 17 years now...well 17 in march...and it never suprised us kids because that's just how married people "rolled" in our house.
Now I'm married...and 2 1/2 years in we still have shower time together as often as we can. There are lots of sayings like "save water, shower with a soldier"...but that's not the reason we do. It's the only time we are without our boys...well mostly, pregnancy doesn't count :-). Now that both boys are here its become a "date" almost. A time where we can talk with no "little pitchers" around because they are asleep. I am thankful for this time with my husband, and I hope we will continue until we have grandchildren....and then they too will know that the phone won't be answered between the hours of---and---, just like we do with mine.
Such a strange legacy to most people, but the purpose behind it is so simple and important! Every moment counts, and you don't know how many you get.

Saying the right thing

Today has been rough. We woke up optimistic, and at least one of us is going to bed with crushed dreams....that would be my husband.
He had his PT test today, and failed it for a second time. This has always been an issue since I've known him, and it seems like once we finally get one passed the AF goes and changes the scoring so that we are back to being stressed all over again. He missed it by 5 points, and he is crushed! On the outcome of this test hung every dream he has about his military career; an overseas duty station(we has gotten orders to Guam), his testing for staff sgt, and making a new start far away from here.
I go to his tests because he says that having us there makes him do better, and I knew it wasn't good news when I saw his face after he got his score. I really didn't know what to say...because I feel like I've said it all before. Sometimes it was encouraging, and sometimes I admit I said the wrong thing and made him feel like he failed me, so this time I didn't say anything. There is a big part of me that wants to scream, and throw things, and say things that I would never be able to take back..but then there's the part that is proud of the improvement he showed, and wants to go into his office and MAKE them listen to why he deserves a retake.
I know not saying anything may not have been the best choice, but what do you say when you've run out of things to say?

Our Picture Day

So, here's an overview of how our picture day went....

McKinzie elbowed his brother in the head....THEN,....

He rammed his head into my ear, which sent the post of my earring into my neck...and finally when it was little boy's turn to get his pics done...

He kept turning his head almost every way, but to look at the camera lady :-)

WE LOVE PICTURE DAYS!!!

More pics of our family!

Tomorrow we get to go have some pictures taken. Our new family pics and our newest one is getting some of just him. I LOVE FAMILY PICTURES! I love taking them, sending them, and getting them!
The first time I met my husband's family in Virginia, I found the albums and started looking. You can tell a lot from pictures. You can tell what's important to the people, and who matters to them. I can't wait to get to the place where we have albums of our life scattered around our house!
I think that its one way for us to show our babies that they were, and are, LOVED! Now, do we document every moment? No. But, I hope they can see in the future that we valued them, and their milestones...and even ours. I think a "kissy picture" in a house says more about the couple than any "posed sitting nice and proper" photo ever could, but that could be why we've been written the riot act more than a couple times by friends, family, and strangers in our 2 1/2 year marriage. So, I will keep putting those pics up, and people can say what they want...I've learned to be a "duck" about it now :-)....(letting it roll off)

Trial and Error

Our son is a VERY busy boy. He's been busy since he was in the womb. And like any busy baby he must act his age, and do things just to see what will happen

TRIAL: what happens when I try to slide out of bed through the the ladder at the end?
ERROR: Toddler heads cannot fit through the slats in the ladder, and u will be stuck until mommy and daddy come help get you out.
* there is now netting over all slats on his bed, he can no longer get through them

TRIAL: Hopping down off of the pew at church without help is going to be awesome!
ERROR: When getting off the pew, if you don't want help, make sure you hold onto something or you will fall
*he caught himself with his forehead, and cut it open

TRIAL: I don't want to sit in my carseat, I think I will get out!
ERROR: Seats are not negotiable...just like seat belts.

As you can see we have "learning" coming out of our ears in our house...

The "payday challenge"

Since we got married, I have been the one to take care of the bills. I actually love it! I love making my "bills list" every payday, and being blessed with money leftover after I've checked the last one off.
When my hubby worked day shift, and I had the car for the day, it would only take me one day to do everything on my payday list...yes, I make lists at my age..I'm either OCD or I'm getting "old", or maybe pregnancy really did take my brain from me like I was told it would :-). Now, my hubby works nights, and my one day has now turned into a three day marathon. He has now decided he doesn't like bill-pay-days as he calls them...oh how I can't wait until I can have the car for the day again.
I clip coupons, walk through the commisary to pick up extra coupons, and buy from Sam's club in an effort to get the most out of our food budget...and yes, we do have a budget.
I love the challenge of payday! I also think that a "zero balance" on our cards is one of the greatest numbers in the world, I really don't like owing money to anyone.

Gentleness

Trying to teach a toddler to be gentle is like telling Oscar the grouch to be happy. You have to say it, and SHOW it, about 4000 times and then hope they don't break anything.
Having our newest son has been a blessing in many ways. We now know God thinks I have the patience for a lot of men in my life, and few women right now :-), even though I was raised in a female dominated house. It has also shown me and my husband that what we have taught our oldest has been good things.
Every chance he gets he touches his brother....but always on the hair, and we don't know why...but he is gentle! I've never seen a 16 month old be so gentle! When he gets excited because we tell him how good he is touching brother he will touch a little hard, but he always goes back and tries to be more gentle. He also tries to give the baby his binkie when he cries. And to top it off he was sharing his toys with the baby, while the baby was asleep but sharing is sharing.
I'm sure every parent has moments where they realize they have done something RIGHT...and this is one of them for us!

My Handsome Men!

I have 3 handsome men in my life. I know I've called them that here before...so I guess I better let you know why.
I started calling my hubby that when we got married. #1- it let him know that he was mine :-), and I didn't want anyone else's "hunee" I wanted mine! #2- it let him know every day that I thought he was handsome.
How many times can you think of today that you told your husband you think he's handsome? How many times this week? For that matter, how many times has he told you that you are pretty? Everyone needs to feel special...why not make an effort to make them feel that way every day?
When we had our first son, I started calling them my two handsome men. I wanted our son to know that he was, and I wanted to make him feel big and important like daddy by calling him a "man". I read once that little boys need to hear their daddies say they are strong, and mommies to tell them that they look good just the way God made them.
Now we have another handsome man in our family, and I'm going to continue calling them all "my handsome men"....at least until the younger two have found the women who God made for them...and I hope they call them their handsome men too!

Have patience, Have patience...dont be in such a hurry!

The title of this post is what my mom would sing to me and my siblings when our patience was not what it should have been. And now that I have been a nanny, and now a mom...I can hear my mother when I sing it too.
We taught our oldest boy how to say "please" in sign language. When I sing the patience song to him he will stop fussing and start signing...he thinks he's getting food :-)
As I teach our children about patience, and how to handle things not going their way. I have a daily, sometimes several times a day, reminder of the need in my own self for patience. Patience with my boys, my husband, and life in general. And, believe me this is something that is being exercised daily right now. I expect to have my patience muscles worked out until I look like one of those body builders, figuratively :-), by the end of this season in our life.

What if...?

I am one of a pair of "worriers"...my twin sister is the queen, and I'm the runner up...but I can still give her a run for her money depending on the day or occasions. And, as God tends to do, we married worriers. Matches made in heaven I must confess!
Why we worry about the unknowns in life so much I really don't know. Was it taught?...nope! My mom never seems to get worked up like we do. Was it aquired from somewhere else?...maybe.
I am a believer in God, and therefore believe that my life is planned before I even reach my tomorrows. My mistakes, my success and even my failures are already known by the One who created me. So, why should I worry? God says he doesn't put things in our path that we can't overcome...and learn from...so why is my faith so frail? The "what ifs" in life get me far more than anything else I can think of, and all I can think is...WHY?

Inspiration out of the blue

After a disappointing morning inspiration is welcome...but unexpected.

HIS UNFAILING PRESENCE
Another year I enter,
its history unknown;
Oh, how my feet would tremble
To tread its paths alone!
But I have heard God's whisper-
I know I shall be blest-
"My presence shall go with you,
And I will give you rest."

What will the New Year bring me?
I may not, must not know.
Will it be love and rapture,
Or loneliness and woe?
Hush! Hush! I hear his whisper-
I surely shall be blest-
"My presence shall go with you,
And I will give you rest."

-author unknown

I found this on the back of the church bulletin, that I never got to look at because we ended up in the ER...but I guess God knew,I would need this today.

Our first big boo-boo

Today was eventful! Our oldest boy had his first trip to the ER.
We were sitting in church, waiting for the service to start...I had both boys since my hubby was doing something in another place in the church. I had set him on his behind, and he was sitting nicely, so I tried to give our other son his binkie because he was starting to fuss. Now, as most accident stories start...I turned for just a second, and he shifted toward the pew in front of us. Instead of catching himself with his hands, he caught himself with his forehead. Since skin doesn't usually stand up too well against corners, he has a cut...and being a normal head wound IT BLED!
I was trained in minor first aid when I was a CNA, so when I saw the blood...I did what I knew. I still had our tiny baby in one ARM and him bleeding in the other, and I was asking if someone would take the little one and if I could get something for the bleeding.
The mom in me wanted to panic, but he was already screaming, understandably, so I had to tell myself "remember all head wounds bleed a lot, this is ok". I put tissues on it and held it while someone went to find my hubby, so he could get the car and we could go see if he needed stitches.
My husband wasn't a graceful child...his words :-)...and he was very familiar with ER doctors, but this rattled him because he is ours. I had to reminded him on the way to the hospital that a cop would not understand him going 20 over the speed limit....but to the hospital we made it.
We must have one of the calmest kids ever, because he was acting normally by the time we got there, and even when they were examining him he only tried to get away when they wanted to touch the cut. He never hit or kicked...we are so proud of him! They ended up gluing him back together, instead of stitches...and he still wanted daddy over me after daddy had to hold him down for the nurse to fix him up (rubbing alcohol, surgical glue, and iodine and he still behaved).
Of course he got ice cream later just to make the experience look better later...as I've said before, scary doctor visits should come "a la mode"!

Sprinting...not jogging

2 days ago my hubby got orders for an overseas duty station. We had no idea, which is generally the case I'm told. Now this would be fine, except the orders were supposed to have been given to him in early December, but mysteriously they got lost...how do you lose papers like that? This is not the first time someone got orders in the military, you would think they would have the routine down.
So, with the loss of the orders for a month, we are now having to cut what should have been a 2 1/2 month process down to 1 1/2....we are in a literal SPRINT to the finish line!
We bought a house here a year and a half ago and need to rent it out because we have no time to dink around with selling it...and I'm hoping that the horrors I've heard of from people who rent don't happen with us. I'm hoping that we have the best tenants we could ever ask for! Clean, not destructive, and with a steady job.
We also have another hurdle to overcome...the dreaded bi-annual PT test! This has been a huge source of stress for us for the last 2 years. I'm really praying about this! I am going to ask for all who read this to do the same, please! His test is Monday, this could make or break our current situation, depending on wether he passes or fails. The new standards are causing trouble all over the airforce.
Our third hurdle is going to be our paperwork! The paperwork to give me and our boys clearance to go with my husband. With this lovely time crunch that we have been put into...I may be traveling internationally with a toddler and an infant on my own!
Sorry to unload my fears on you, but my husband feels the weight of this on his shoulders as it is, and he would feel even more if I told him how worried I am about this whole thing. I'm not worried about moving, I'm just worried that either his dream of an overseas station will be taken away because of the results of his PT test, or he will have to go on ahead of us because the paperwork for the three of us doesn't go through in time.
If you pray, PLEASE pray for us!

Mischeif corner

There is a corner in our house that has been dubbed the "mischief corner". This corner is a constant source of amazement to our oldest boy. If he were a fly....it would be a light! No matter how many times he gets swatted or moved away from it, he goes back.
This seems to be a phase that is going to around for a while...daddy is having a hard time with this new misbehavior. All that we have there is a lamp and an end table, which we have across the room as well. He goes and tries to play with the lamp, or get behind the loveseat....like I said pure MISCHIEF!
I love our son's determination, but these are the years that teaching him is more important than being his friend. We will have time to do that when he's grown, and he will love us more for it.

Diaper Chronicles...#2

So, I planned on just whipping out a stack of these diapers...but here I am with one diaper made and lots more to go. I opened the sewing machine I had been given by my grandma, in the hope that it was working like she said...not the case! Come to find out the timing belt is busted and so are some of the gears that turn and feed the bobbin. So, I had two choices, pay $400 for the repair shop to tear the machine apart and replace things...or buy a new sewing machine. Hmmmm...I pick the new sewing machine!
The sewing machine lady and her husband are older than my grandparents, and they don't mind speaking if they can impart some of their wisdom. The first time I went in there the man asked me wether I had any big plans for New Year's eve, I said no, and he says, "good, you don't need to get go out anyway"...hehe, I love direct people! The second time was when I brought the machine in. His wife was helping me, and he was doing something else. Once she had determined my machine was dead, she told me about some of the ones they sell. I told her that I needed to ask my husband before we decided which machine to get, and she says, "you mean discuss, Dear we don't 'ask' our husbands anything, we discuss it!"....
So now I have a new sewing machine...which my husband and I DISCUSSED :-)....she would be proud...and I have a large stack of fleece calling my name!

The person I am.

Being a mom, especially a "new mom", makes you analyse yourself. So here's what I've come up with....
I'm a kind, moody, decisive, and very direct person. I can be quick to make a judgement, but I do try to see the best in others, even when they can't seem to. I am a little direct, but I don't see the point in dancing around a subject, I would much rather jump right in.
I get along with children and older people, but I guess some of my friends have already named the reason why....they tell me that I'm an 80 year old in a 23 year old body.
I'm a believer in God, and that is a big part of my life. I believe nobody is beyond salvation.
I like order, but am working on being more organised myself. I like things clean and uncluttered, but I want my home to look like people live there. I think the best sound in a house is the sound of a child in it.
I am fiercely protective on occaison, especially of my family. When I love, I love with my whole heart.
I am very proud to be a military wife, and I am proud of my husband.
This is who I am!