Dear husbandpants,

You've been gone for a week  2 weeks now.  And even though I can't talk to you or send you pics, I figured I'd post some pics here for you to see when you get your feets on dirts again. BTW, it 'tis a cruel joke to be alone with a 3 year old and a nearly 2 month old while your husband is deployed.  Just says.  But I have found my energy cape and "CAN DO" attitude and I'm livin' the good stuff. Case of the point.



oh the smiles!  these first smiles are getting more social by the day.  he loves when I do the tickles and raspberries on his belly or head or toes.  Ari also enjoys Kathy Griffin.  Kids got great taste.  Gets it from me, i 'spose...



As you know, I only have one set of hands.  So I came up with a genius way to move the laundry AND the baby down 2 flights of stairs. Ari thinks his mama is so creative!  He might be mad because he's laying on top of the bag that houses his dirty cloth diapers. 



Milo plays with his submarine during bathtime.  He says, "Daddy is on a submarine...I want to go on a submarine TOO!"  And then he says, "Daddy's job sucks ASS."
Kidding...(maybe)

   

He's wearing his new jacket that I spent way too much on.  But the hat was only $1.99.  Came with gloves too.  But let's not talk about the money I'm spending since you've been gone.  Isn't he presh?  BTW, you don't have access to our account do you?





Did I mention the smiles?  Melts. your. heart.




I went to a clothing and toy swap with my mom's group.  I was able to snatch scores of new clothes for both the boys.  I also got this fancy peice for Ari, but in the meantime, Milo is loving it.  As you can see he finds alternate uses for the bowl part.  So wicked smaht. Must take after you. ;)



Mom and I took the kids to Halloween in the Woods.  The line to the parking lot was ridic.  The line to get into the park was ridic.  And very soon Milo became redic.

Since patience is not something we were experimenting with this morning, we opted out.  Two hours in lines just to leave.  And go to McD's.  Super Awesome Saturday.  Besides, being with so many Halloween over acheiver moms was making my inner Martha Stewart anxious and my inner rebellious, anti-social teenager scoff and over eye roll. Know what I mean?  SURPRISE!  I'm not spending 2 years designing and making a costume for my toddler who MAY or probably MAY NOT wear the damn thing.  He didn't even wear the Spider man costume I so lovinly paid $17 dollars for at Target.



In fact, he was pretty pissed off about the whole thing....



Come to think of it......maybe he was mad because I *didn't* put any thought into his costume.  Sorry, Carebear, but this mama don't sew....




This might be a daily scene.  Anyone want to come over and hold my baby while I fold some laundry and put on some pants?



We're doing good...but we sure do miss you...

 

 .......As you can see I haven't completely lost my mind. Just my pants.

And this concludes week one two of your absence. 

love you,

L~

someone around here just turned OLD!

The big 3-0!!  happy birthday baby daddy! 

How do I love thee? Let me count the 30 ways...

1.  You let me sleep in every weekend every so often.  Taking the boy out of the house so it's all quiet.
2.  You don't smack Milo back in the balls.
3.  You let me go drink wine at the local wine shop while you play with the boy -chasing him up and down the street.
4. You change just as many diapers as I do.  Maybe more.
5.  When you come home from work or a long trip you jump right into "dad" -barely taking your shoes off and dropping your bags
6. you clean my bathroom.  !!!!*****!!!!
7. you kiss me everyday!
8. you have a hard time having fun without me
9.  you laugh at my very poor un-PC jokes.
10. you man-scape keep up with your appearance
11. you neglect to shave on the weekends. Zexy!!
12.  you have a steady job (11 years!!)
13.  you drive my old, crappy car while I drive the new, cool one.
14.  though it's not my bag, you enjoy the history and military channel. I find this SEXY AS HELL.
15.  you watch HGTV with me. Especially House Hunters marathons.
16.  You are blind to my acne outbursts.
17.  you cook a mean dinner. A LOT.
18. you vacuum when I ask you to
19. you get by on little sleep and usually keep your remarks silent on how I need lots of sleep.
20. you let me rant when the universe is being an asshole.
21.  you say I look great! when I haven't brushed my hair in 2 days and am still wearing the same tank top and sweat pants.
22.  you have always said you were sorry first.  Always!
23. though I have made some less than savory meals, you have never said to me, "Please pack your knives and go."
24.  you give some really fantastic hugs.
25.  you ask, "what is your mom up to this weekend? she should come over and have dinner with us."
26.  you make a very handsome baby
27.  you talk to your family just about every week.
28. you are very successful at starting household projects...;)
29. you are a man in uniform. OUCH!
30.you understand and are okay with the fact that this here blog post is considered your birthday card! 

te he...

Happy Birthday! 

Welcome to the 30+ club!!

(finally!!!)

words of encouragment

Dear husb,
on your way home can you pick up diapers? (and wine)
'tanks,
me


Dear husb,
ok, we don't really need wine. just thought you'd might want a glass during dinner.
'tanks,
me


Dear husb,
ok fine. It's not you, it's me. I would like some wine.
love you and 'tanks,
me


Dear husb,
I've got a freakin' headache. Not sure if it's from the siren that came from your son's room at 11pm, 1am and then again at 5am last night/this morning. I think the 7 iced coffee's with a lb or 2 of sugar is making me twitchy. Wait a minute, maybe my period is going to start. Let me get back to you.
love,
me


Dear husb,
why do you shudder when I bring up my period? Weren't you the one who was in the room, holding my hand telling me to "push, baby, push, c'mon you can do it!!" ?? And were you not there when I delivered the 6 pounder? and then the goddamn PLACENTA??!!?? And even when you said "no, I don't think I want to cut the cord." And I was all, "the hell you ARE mother F*ck*r!! That's the LEAST you can DO while I'M Giving MOther F*ckin' BIRTH oUT of my VAGINA!!"

and then later you were all, "that was pretty cool."

Please pick up some wine and maybe a bottle of ibuprofen. Oh yeah, and diapers.
love,
me


Dear husb,
Size 4 diapers. Don't you know what size your son wears?? YES, I'm sure he's your son. Just as much as I'm SURE I'm your WIFE.

Oh, and BTW our wedding anniversary is coming up. I HOPE YOU'RE THINKING OF SOMETHING AWESOME TO BUY ME. Because I work very HARD at being your AWESOME WIFE. Now excuse me as I go fold your boxers and iron your uniform.
love,
me


Dear husb,
ok. we both know I was totally kidding about the ironing of the uniform comment. Thought I would lighten the mood.

hope I didn't get your hopes up. but then again, I'm sure you're used to that, too.

You know, I probably don't need any wine tonight. I'm pretty tired. In fact, let's make it an early night. mmmmmkay?
love,
me

ps We still need diapers though. Size 4.