Mad Mrs. E

Friday, October 28, 2011

(moments at) Montpelier farms

Reuniting and bonding with the local agri/culture is a true bonus when caravanning your family down the dirt road of hay sculptures-mazes of corn laundromats-veggie/fruit goblins of apple cider/caramel popcorn bags. I love this particular farm -one, because it's BIG. you don't find your typical long lines and constant "excuse me" sidestepping the tamtrum'd 2 year old while trying to hit up every. little. activity. No, this farm let's you feel the wind, walk the hills, and -whoa- actually enjoy -both the parents and (both the) kids- your time spent.

2 days before the dreaded deployment daddy take off, we took to the farm --and just like last year, I could easily live out my farm girl fantasies here...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

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~

2 months!

3 days

2 months

2 months of this little love/joy. Ari has become my happy place. He's such a sweet one and delish-ness and chill and smiley and I love him and I love him. Of course he's with me All times and Every where but he also eases into a bouncy chair with little fuss or fury.

He makes me a better version of myself, of being a parent. One look from those pouty lips or sigh from his big blues he melts all of those whose blood runs red...

I love his little ways of communicating, the subtle gestures and looks and tone of cry or voice. I can tell he has grown to know and trust me. We're a total team. He eases easily and our nights have been running smoothly (knockknock). Some nights he sleeps from 9p-3a, others he'll awaken sooner. But it's all business and then he's back to sleep. He seems to get that the night is kept quiet...

I'd like to think I'm getting my groove with these boys...