New [More Often] Updating Schedule!

So, I'm still working on exactly what this blog is going to be for. As of right now, it's just life, in general, as a whole. The recipe of our lives. The day-to-day events that occur around here.
I've decided the best way to get this going is to MAKE myself update. So, I will be updating this blog on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. I don't know what times, but expect to see posts in the evenings, because that's when I usually have time.
Now that he's up WAY past bedtime (oops? He was good today, he gets some slack); it's time to get Bug into bed. Especially since someone is "invading his side of the universe" upstairs, and I might have to battle some aliens before he can be tucked in.
Keep an eye out for tomorrow's post!

Operation: Overhaul!

The month of February will begin the updating and renovation of the blog! Starting today with our brand spankin' new banner!

Keep an eye out throughout this month as I update more!

The Story of... THE Crocs

My Aunt Mudd and I have bonded a lot over the past few years. We're both SAHM, both military spouses, both outgoing; we just have a lot in common now that I've gotten older.
That being said, my opinion on that drastically changed the day of THE phone call.
"Hey, Re. I bought you a pair of crocs!"
Years of retail work in an ocean front tourist store, restocking the hideous, hole-ridden, plastic smelling shoes flashed through my mind, causing me to cringe through the phone.
"Wow, really? Thanks! I don't have any!" I replied, doing my best to not grind my teeth too loudly into the phone.
I dreaded the next time we would drive to New Jersey to see her, and actually having to put these shoes on.
Several months went by before we would make it to Jersey, and by the time we did, I had forgotten all about THE Crocs.
Aunt Mudd, had not, and she happily presented them to me within hours of our arrival.

THE Crocs, hanging out with the broom and dustpan.
THE Crocs are quite popular walking through our kitchen.

I'm not ashamed. I love them.

Designed more like a ballet shoe (another shoe I totally detest), but with the durability of an actual shoe. These have become my house slipper, essentially, but ones that I can actually wear out of the house!

That's my confession, but man, I just... I just really love THE Crocs. Well, in a more accurate wording, MY Crocs.

I don't know if you'll ever read this, but thank you, Aunt Mudd. You always know what the perfect gift is, even if the initial mention strikes terror into my heart!

Bad Blogger, bad!

Once more I have fallen behind on my blogging. What counts is that I always return, right? That's unfair. Time has been slipping away from me more and more as of late. I WILL be throwing myself back into the swing of things soon!
Also, be on the lookout for some blog changes! Including a layout makeover!!
Get pumped! :D

The Battle We Face

The saying goes "choose your battles wisely" when it comes to a lot of things, especially kids...

But some battles you know you have to fight, and even though it's devastating and breaking your heart, you have to keep going. Who knew when I started a blog because I though my life was comical and I wanted to share it, so much more would come of it?
This week we have an appointment with Developmental Pediatrics to find out if all the signs are true; does he have Asperger's? We have been waiting over six months for this appointment, and now that it's just two days away, I am on edge. There are so many things going through my mind on all this.
More importantly, is that I don't know how to help Bubba(formerly Bug).
This picture was a fight to get him to take a nap. We were on day three of puffy, dark, vicious purple rings around bloodshot eyes. He was cranky. He was whining. Gnat was upset because Bubba was upset. It was just awful. The only thing I could think to do for either of them is swaddle them and put the down for naps. Yes. Swaddle.
As an infant, Gnat gave in and went with it, and passed out no problem.
As a "big boy", Bubba fought, screamed, kicked, flailed, all of it. I know as a five-year-old you expect them to know better. He mentally does know better, but he gets so upset and worked up there's no reasoning. I finally got the physical actions under control, and he was just so overwhelmed by everything he was feeling he eventually wedged his head under my chin and just cried until he went to sleep.
To say this has been a hard process would be putting it lightly.
I will be giving updates soon. I foresee a huge change in our lives. Our entire family's.

Toys for Tots!

Sorry it's been so long since I updated! We're going through some transitions here, and getting into the flow of things has proven a bit difficult. I am working on it! In the meantime, let's hop into what this blog is all about...

I know if my family was in need, or God forbid, something were to happen to me, and my kids weren't in the best of standings, and were in need, I'd want someone to do this for them.

A mere $5 donation will get you an entire collection of stories, running from FanFiction to original works, by several different authors. Including many authors of Renaissance Romance Publishing. I will be doing my best to write something out in the next few days as well to try and contribute, as well as turning in my donation.

What do you say? Skip that Starbucks, fast food, useless item, or whatever it is for the day and donate!

The Unspoken Woes

Let's start with the simple and easy.
I purchased a new set of headphones, and I'm still deciding how I feel about them. They're those over the ear ones that set inside your ear, but not really. I hope that makes sense, I can't post a picture quite yet, but I guess they're pretty cool. They cancel out noise for the most part. Though when my Skype bleeps, it comes through the laptop speakers and not my headphones, which is pretty trippy.
On to the harder things.
I've become a Whovian. Yes, as in I am terribly in love with The Doctor. I admit! Aside from his charming personalities over the years, the character is filled with so much intrigue and excitement, how can you not be attracted to him in some way? That aside, while I am QUITE found of the 10th Doctor as played by David Tennant, it is the 9th Doctor as played by Christopher Eccleston that is breaking this lady's heart tonight.
He has these moments that are so intense, and so heartwrenching. He's this ball of fiery unabashed passion ready to tear apart anything that might threaten to hurt the things he loves. While in this show, it pertains to Earth and the humans that reside on it, particularly Rose Tyler as portrayed by Billie Piper, it's this look he gets. His face becomes stone, his body becomes still, and those blue, blue eyes pierce through my chest, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Today I realize it's because that's the same look my husband got in his eyes when he set his sights on me, after months and months of my waiting. Insert sob fest and tears here.
I like to consider myself a strong person, I really do, but every now again, I just have to have a break down. One person can only take so much, and I know that's okay.
Most days are fine. All day, everyday, one foot in front of another, take one day at a time, keep pushing through, another day closer. These are things that run through my head on a regular basis. They have to. With Bug and Gnat beside me, we push through the days one at a time, but those are the days, and these are the nights. The house is still. Even the cats are curled up sleeping, and here I am, sitting at the kitchen table where I've taken up shop, with every light in the surrounding area on, repeating to myself that it's all going to be okay.
I know everything will be okay. I'm a rational and logical person, but there are nights like tonight when I just wish I could lean up against my husband, have him wrap his arms around me, and reassure me with a simple kiss that things really, truly are going to be okay. These are the unspoken woes. The moments I generally keep to myself. I have family and friends who just see that woman that stands strong, shrugs her shoulders when there's yet another change of schedule; once more there's not an e-mail waiting in my inbox for me like there is in theirs, and having to make all the responsible decisions on my own.
I started this post off with the Doctor, not just because he looks like my husband, but because those times between the Doctor's companions, where you see his face completely fall, and the fangirl hearts go out to him in protest that he's lost yet another person; these are things I experience as a military wife. It's another time of saying "talk to you later", and while I may have known this was the life before I got into it, that doesn't make it any easier.
For the most part, this is the end of this post. I'm going to recompose myself, and go back to one breath at a time, another moment ticking down to when I'll be able to hear from my husband once again, and prepare for the next adventure life will be throwing this way. More to come about that tomorrow.
Remember to hug the ones you love extra tight tonight, and hug them an extra time for those of us sitting in fully lit houses for comfort.