The husband

This is the first time I've seen my husband in 5 months...and it's just a picture.

His Sargent sent it to me this morning and when I first opened it, I almost didn't recognize him for a split second and then immediately started crying. He does have a lot more hair then when he left but there's something else that is different. Something in his eyes or expression. I just miss him. You'd think if you've gotten through one deployment, the rest would get easier but this time is so much harder than the last. And those extra 3 months they added to it makes a HUGE difference. If he was still on a 12 month rotation, I could be happy that 5 months have gone by and we would be close to the half way mark but with a 15 month deployment, there's still close to a year left. It feels like he's been gone forever already. The girls have been talking about him more and more every day. Every time something breaks Jocelyn says "don't worry, daddy will fix it when he gets back" or "we're going to go do this and that when daddy gets back". The one she says the most though is "daddy's going to get sissy a dog when he gets home". I don't know where she got that one from but she seems to think that because mommy got her a kitty, daddy will get sissy a dog. I think she's just rethinking her decision to get a cat since I'm constantly telling her to leave him alone. Alysa has even started talking about him a lot. She sees men on TV and says "daddy!". I'm sure she doesn't think the men on TV are her daddy but she recognizes that they are a daddy to the kid on the show. Every time we go on base and see someone in uniform Alysa has to do a double take because her first reaction is always that it's daddy. They seem to be handling it pretty well though. They like to talk about him and think about all the fun stuff we'll do when he gets back. I just hope they can handle him coming home for mid-tour and having to leave again for another 6 months.

Well we've got a busy day today. I'm meeting with a customer who wants to see my products in person and then I"m dropping the girls off at daycare so I can try to get some work done before I have to pick Pat's mom up at the airport later tonight. Ugh, it's already 9am and I haven't even taken a shower yet. I'm just not motivated.

Oh yeah

Here is how much snow we got yesterday.

crrrraaaaaaaaaaaap! Alysa just threw her lunch on the floor! I'm gonna go cry now.

A look into my life

I just had to share this picture of Alysa. It is embarrassing but a perfect example of what I'm dealing with on a day-to-day basis.

From head to toe:

Hair - A MESS! No matter what I do, it will not stay out of her face. It has a rubber band holding it back and a clip that I have to readjust every 15 minutes to grab all of the loose hairs that fall down.

Face - snotty. I can't stand snotty-faced kids. It's just gross.

Clothes - don't match. She HAS to wear a onesie - ALWAYS! If she's not wearing a onesie, her diaper is off and she poops on my floor. So since it's hard to find onesies in 2T, we have a limited supply and I just have to grab whatever is clean. The red sweat pants I just threw on her to try and warm up her legs before she realizes she's wearing them and takes them off. Her feet are freezing because she won't wear socks. This kid would love to run around butt naked all day long which I wouldn't mind so much if she was potty trained but I'm getting tired of scrubbing poop and pee out of my carpets. Thank GOD she is almost ready for potty training!

Sitting on the wall - she will NOT stop climbing over the wall from the living room to the kitchen! This drives me insane! Not only does she not care that I tell her not to do it but she will sit there and smile at me while I'm yelling at her to get down. This really drives me nuts. Pat started the counting to three thing with Jocelyn and it works great for her - as soon as you start with "ONE" she stops whatever she is doing. But Alysa on the other hand...she waits until you get to three and you start to get up before she even thinks of doing what you say. I've resorted to rearranging my furniture several times to try and avoid putting a couch there but there's just no other way to arrange it so right now, the couch is pulled out to the middle of the living room so I can get through writing this without having to get up 50 times to get her down. I'm still having to get up a bazillion times to get her out of the bathroom where she unrolls all of the toilet paper or grab whatever she can out of the cabinets (even with child locks, she manages to get in there). I've also had to get her out of my bedroom a couple of times because she likes to empty ALL of my drawers. And now she's torturing the cat. I just don't know how much more I can handle. I'm telling myself it's just her age but I don't remember Jocelyn ever being this hard to handle. Maybe it's just harder because there are two of them now or because I'm trying to do so much with my business or because I'm completely alone. I know it will get better eventually but right now, it's just hard.

Maybe it's not so bad that my child has messy hair and doesn't match and my house is a mess...should I just accept that I can't control everything? Or do I try harder to get things back in order? I just don't know what to do anymore.

Here are a couple more pictures

She's lucky she's cute.

They are both crying from throwing mega blocks at eachother. I should probly go separate them and then make lunch so Alysa can take a nap and Jocelyn can have her quiet time...and I can have my sanity for an hour =)

Snow...in March?

What is up with the weather here? It was 80 degrees in November and now it's snowing 8 inches in March. I don't get it. But then again, I guess it's better than gloomy clouds 9 months of the year. I enjoy the sunshine even if it is only 12 degrees outside.
Well, I'm tired and don't really have anything else to blog about right now sooooooo maybe later? I'm such a bad blogger.