This is VERY Urgent. Please Help.

I am faced with a major dilemma.

Which shoes do I want?

Zebra! 

Pink Glitter

Yellow canvas

Ok, so Toms is a pretty awesome charity.  Their motto and mission is "One for One".
Buy a pair of shoes and they'll send one to a child in need.  It's pretty awesome.  Which is why Hubband and I are willing to pay a little more than we normally would for a pair of flats - that aren't on sale.
Plus, they're totally cute.

So, I'd like some input.  I've been given the "wallety" blessing to buy a pair of shoes after our return has been deposited.

My Ging with the Bush Baby Eyes.

Hubband and I don't really celebrate Valentine's Day.  

I pretty much tell him I love him everyday.  Spending money only pisses him off.  Therefore, no VD celebrations for us.  hehe. 

I do, however, let my other soul mate know how much she means to me.  

And she reciprocates.  

This is how I know my bestest is the bestest bestest: 

I send her packages that would put Elton John's costumes to shame.
She sends packages that are funnier than Jeff Dunham.
It's a thing.

This is how I know she's my solemate.
I know, lame joke.  

Yay!
I don't want her to leave me for a better looking
short person! 

I sent her this card.
She sent the same one.
Punchline:
"What, don't you have a vase?"

Aaaand putting it to good use.  

Miss you mucho, too.  Mi amiga.

Questions and Answers.

Maybe not the answers you want...

Today is Friday and in an attempt to get my life back to "normal" I'm going to jump back on the Milspouse Friday fill-in wagon.
I even looked at the questions yesterday to think about my answers!  
So, here we go!

 1. What is your favorite MilSpouse blog (not including Wife of a Sailor who we all love, or your own)? submitted by Our Crazy Life:


Uhm... this is like asking me which shoe is my favorite.  Or which son is the handsomest.  
It depends on what kind of walking/standing I'm going to be doing, or who has the most peanut butter smeared on their face.  
(Still going with the metaphors above.  Keep up.) 


I don't know.  If I follow you, I lurve you.  If I don't follow you, I probably haven't found you yet. 
*Cue Michael Buble*


2. What are your favorite perks about your s/o being deployed (we all know there are perks)? submitted by Ramblings of a Marine Wife:


Uhm... No eye rolling when I Gleek out, Or watch my trashy TV (ie: Teen mom - 1 and 2)
My house is clean.  I spend the first evening he's gone cleaning everything up - and it stays that way until 4.293 seconds after he comes home.
Also, I can eat "no meat" dinners and not hear a word of complaint.  


3. How long did you date your before getting engaged? Married? submitted by Utterly Chaotic:


We dated for one and a half years before getting engaged.  9 days after getting "engaged" we were married. 
We've now been married for 5.5 years.   Together for 7+ years now.  


4. What do you think your would do if s/he wasn’t in the military? submitted by Adventures of M-Squared:


He would do more black ops for nerds.  Just not for the Navy.  A government lab, most likely.  
He'd still speak of "rods" and "reactors" - and it wouldn't be dirty at all.  At least not when talking about work... 


5. If you could talk to the Secretary of (fill in your appropriate branch) what is one suggestion you would like to bring to their attention in order to improve the lives of military families?  submitted by My Life as His (Air Force) Wife:


If I could talk to the SecNav... Hmmm...


My two issues with being a milspouse are these:


1.  Families don't come first.  Despite what they say.  And I know that the job is bigger than the "small" picture of a family of five and can appreciate that fact.  (Read, deyployments - workups... ya know) 
But sometimes, the S/O's need to be able to take care of their family.  Me getting sick is one of the things that stresses me out the most.  If I'm out, the ship starts sinking.  Sometimes I need help - and he often isn't able to do so.  


2. Getting things done (medical care, paperwork for DEERS, etc.) seems to be a battle every single time. 
Why is it so difficult to get paperwork moved through, on time and without hassle?  Why is it that when my kid is sick - it's so dang difficult to get him care?
It's frustrating, time consuming, and frankly I'd rather take my kids to the park - than stick them down with playdough while I call this person or that, trying to get things sorted out. 




Now I don't have answers as to how to fix it.  I wish I did.  Because I'm pretty sure those are issues that I'm not alone in.  




[Lindsay - rock on cousin.  You nailed it.    For me I can tell the difference.  But I couldn't decide if that was because I was Mom, or because they don't look a like at all.  But I also thought they looked totally a like.  *Confusion in my brain ensued*
Missy... noooo.  No soup for you.  
A, B, E - Kenny.
C, H, I - Baby H
D, F, G - B-Rox.  
Apparently Kenny isn't such an odd man out.  :)]

Name That Babay!

And win a prize.
Of knowing you rock.  At identifying my children.... 

A

B

C

D

E

F

G

H

I

Or, it's all in my head and they don't look a like at all...  You tell me.

8 weeks, 2 months, 62 days.

Which happens to be the baby equivalent of "tomato/tomahto".

I've met a mother of a 6 month old who was still telling me how many days old her baby is.  In my head that means she's having a really hard time realizing her kid is growing up.  Which is what they do.  It's also really hard to do that math... 

I, personally, use days until two weeks.  Weeks until 8 weeks and then it's monthly increments.  Easy math, people, easy math...

Anyway, here's the two month update for Zore, Baby H, Toy, or Mr. Wigglebottom.  Just depends on who's trying to get a hold of him.

On Monday, February 14th, 2011:

24" Long
(95th percentile)

Head: 40cm
(80th percentile)

12lbs 4oz
(55th percentile)

His "fuzz" is coming in gingy.  I think that's awesome.

He smiles.

He giggles.

He is starting to coo and babble a bit.

He rolls over.  (Unfortunately he's been doing this for about a month.  This does not bode well for keeping him a blob for as long as I'd like.)

He appears to be following his big brothers in the "early teething" club.  His drool quotient is way up, and we're only a month out from when the B-rox and Kenny both popped their first teeth.  Yay...

He is absolutely a momma's boy.  When Mark comes home I like to try and hand him over.  Try being the operative word there.  If I get out of nose-shot, he fuh-reaks.  Thankfully, the Ergo is like magic.  

Hubband likes it when I cook dinner...

Enjoy.  

But please ignore my ridiculous voice. 

I hate the way I sound.  I'm not sure why people actually talk to me. 

Gah! 

Milk vs. Orange Juice - The Showdown.

The boys are still pretty mystified by the whole nursing process.  Being only 5 and 3, I can't really explain it to them better than "God made mommies make milk to feed babies".
So, they're on a quest to figure out how it all works.

Today's conversation:

[Kenny brings me an orange]

K: Mom, I want you to eat this.
Me: Why????
K: Because I'm thirsty.
Me: ... So... how will me eating it make you un-thirsty?
K: Because I want some orange juice
Me:  Uhm...
K: If you eat an orange, you can pump some orange juice out for me.  I don't want milk.
Me: Kenny, honey, I can't make orange juice.  Even if I eat that orange.
Kenny: You're so lame, mom.
[walks away, then comes back a few minutes later]
K: How am I going to get orange juice if you can't pump it out of your boobs?
Me: We'll put it on the list and go to the store to get some.
K:  You're so lame, again, mom.  I want orange juice today!

That's me.  Lame mom.  Because my lady friends only make milk.  It is, apparently, a serious flaw to my 3 year old... 

Dear Blogger,

Quit being a douche-canoe and posting things before they're scheduled to.

Thanks,
ME