The minutes are ticking away until he leaves again. Again. Didn’t he just get home? Yesterday afternoon, after two weeks of much needed vacation as a family, my husband called one of his buddies to ask what time they needed to be in at work the next morning. Less than a minute into the conversation, I heard a change in his voice. “Monday?” he asked, groaning. My stomach dropped. Sometimes, my husbandtell me the rest!
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Jumping in a truck with strangers, six bags, a toddler, and no way to get home
Now before you get CPS on the phone, give this story a chance. I’ve already been threatened by mean local moms over one hundred times this week because I made the mistake of posting on a Facebook networking site that I was in search of recommendations for a pediatrician who would respect my decision not to use medications, vaccines, and antibiotics when unnecessary. That, paired with the fact my son has nottell me the rest!
Three countries by three weeks old: I’m not crazy for traveling with my baby
Check out part two of this post, Tips for traveling with a baby (especially alone) and why it’s a fantastic idea here! Let me tell you the story of a crazy, very young and very new mom who decided it would be a good idea to take her nine-day-old babe on a weekend trip from California to Texas. By herself. She had never traveled with a child, let alone an infant, andtell me the rest!
We can choose life because of their sacrifices
Being alone today has brought it’s own unique struggle. I’ve been alone for a month now and I’ve been fine–more than fine, really. I’ve been enjoying myself and the time with my son and the freedom of having the car. Then came the 96, one of the few us military families get during the year, and my husband is in another country so it makes no difference to me. I’mtell me the rest!
Our military is incredible: the reminder I needed
I’ve been absent for a few weeks, I know. But only absent from the virtual world–because I have been focusing on living my life fully present and here. I have done more in the past three weeks since my husband left than I have in the entire nine months we have lived in North Carolina, and the main reason is because since my husband isn’t commuting to work every day, I have atell me the rest!
The big Two One
Today is my birthday. When you’re a mom, your birthday tends to cease to exist simply because once your kid is born, the fact that you were born no longer matters. Thank goodness for husbands, right? My husband is being so thoughtful about my birthday. Last night we lay in bed and he told me sweet things about how today is basically his favorite day ever because his wifey was born.tell me the rest!
When Grandpa came to visit
This morning we said another goodbye. You would think after six major moves and eight years living at an international school where most people come and have left again within a few years we would be better at them. Neither my husband or I have lived on even the same continent as our families for over three years and whenever we see them, goodbye comes a few short days later. Thus is the life oftell me the rest!
The great crepe breakfast extravaganza
Here’s the thing: my husband is basically a breakfast mastermind. The kitchen is a place of brilliant epiphanies and creative outpour for him, but breakfast in particular seems to be his niche. I’ve written before about how our Saturday morning breakfast tradition is for Hubby to cook breakfast and watch the baby while I take a shower and get the only real alone time I have during the week. I talk about how importanttell me the rest!
Wait, monks and tai chi aren’t normal in America?
This Christmas my husband and I did the ten hour drive up to Nyack, New York to visit some of our favorite people. We go way back–I’ve known her since I was ten and we all went to school together in Malaysia. After they graduated from high school and my husband moved back to the US, Hubby lived in New York with them and I visited a few years ago and wastell me the rest!
Mothering: the job you can’t quit
Every Saturday morning, we have a tradition: My husband makes a fancy-shmancy breakfast and watches the baby while I get to shower in peace and then spend time alone until it’s time to eat, and it’s fabulous. Last Saturday, something came up. We didn’t get our nice breakfast, I didn’t get my alone time, and the rest of the day I was ridiculously uptight and irritable because those two precious hours on Saturday morningtell me the rest!