my new shtick

doors.
taking pictures of doors.

taking pictures of doors in places that have some kind of meaning to me.

here is my first go.

cazenovia, new york.

when the cat is gone the mice will play

when fly boy leaves for long periods of time i go into "me mode."  i have a different schedule, different routine, even different priorities.  as i looked at the rather large pile of clean laundry in the laundry basket tonight, i started to think about the crazy/odd/down right weird things i do when fly boy is gone on long missions/deployments.  so just for kicks and giggles, i thought i would start compiling a list of said behaviors when fly boy is gone...

crazy things you i do when your my husband is deployed/gone for long periods of time:

1.  procrastinate doing laundry because there are some of his clothes in the hamper, and you know once you wash them you will only be doing your own laundry for the next however many weeks.

2.  leave said clean laundry in the laundry basket and not fold it for days because after you fold this laundry you will only be folding your own laundry for however long.  (this may or may not leave so many wrinkles in the clothes that you have to either iron your running shorts or wash them again.  you choose wash again because fly boy is the one who does most the ironing in the house.)

3.  leave all ironing in a pile in the closet for when fly boy returns.  also, avoid wearing anything that requires ironing because then you will just be reminded that fly boy is gone and the ironing is piling up.

4.  eat edy's slow churned cookie dough icecream for dinner. (i haven't done this one on this trip, yet.)

5.  let lucy sleep on the bed and try to cuddle with her. (even though she lasts all of five minutes before jumping down and spends the rest of the night sleeping on the bathroom floor.  also, note to self: lucy is not a sufficient cuddling substitute.)

i realize this is not in anyway shape or form an exhaustive list, it is a list in progress.  i will keep adding to it as the next however many weeks go on.

(these may or may not be behaviors i have noticed in the last, cough cough, 24 hours...)

beauty

reason #27

i love my husband.
for many many reasons.
reason #27 is his angry face.

fly boy isn't one to scream or raise his voice.  i call it "fly boy yelling" when he gets upset with me.
he also doesn't get angry very easily.
but apparently when he is trying to re-pot a tree in the rain, and i am obnoxiously taking pictures, he gets angry.

this is his angry face.
i love it.
and i miss it.

fly boy is out in the sandbox for a while, and tonight, on this lazy sunday evening, i find myself missing his angry face and his "fly boy yelling."

if fly boy were to come home right now, he would not walk into a kitchen full of dishes in the sink, unloaded clean dishes in the dishwasher or a laundry basket over over-flowing dirty clothes.  and he certainly would not give me this face.

mind you, i am not racing to get up and fix any of the said messes, but i kind of wish in the next five seconds he would walk through the front door, hug me, see the house and give me "the look."

crazy, i know.
but i miss fly boy.
and tonight, i even miss his angry face.

joy

i don't have much to say.

so i'll just let these few pictures from our easter trip to the delaware state beach do the talking...

 

daddy training.

i thought we should start the training process early.
VERY early.

this simple nine-step plan should get fly boy ready, for everything.

step one: get a dog that wakes us up in the middle of the night.  poops/pees all over.  cries. bites. leaves toys all over the house.  reminds you that your life is no longer your own.   

 check

step two: every time daddy in training (DIT) goes to target with you, linger on each baby aisle.  "oooh" and "ahhh" over the baby clothes, shoes, toys, blankets, etc.   

check

(picture from Tilly Whistle on etsy)

step three: start baby sitting for friends' children with DIT.

check

step four: while working on step three, make sure that DIT plays tea-party/dress-up/barbie/princess.

check

step five: go visit friends in the hospital shortly after baby is born so that DIT gets the FULL experience.

check

step six: cry at the drop of a hat.  this way, when you are pregnant, DIT will already know how to handle the extra hormones.
check


step seven: when visiting babies and/or babysitting, make sure babies drool & spit-up on DIT as often as possible.

check

(disclaimer: connor did not spit-up or drool on fly boy in this picture.  i believe his niece has already taken care of this step for us.)

step eight: start spending more than your monthly budget now.  DIT will already be accustomed to how expensive children are once they start growing out of clothes every two months/want to sign up for ballet/soccer/eat you out of your house/ask for money for dates/beg for a new car on their 16th birthday. 
check
 
step nine: while working on step three, if the child has exploding diaper have DIT change the dirty clothes, aid with the bath, change the dirty diaper and take out dirty diaper trash.



we'll see how the nine-step process works out someday.

really, i just wanted an excuse to post the picture of fly boy playing tea-party with addy and cinderella.

consistency

it's not my strength.
never has been.
but it's something i long for.
(so i married an air force guy.  the military is totally consistent, right?)

while my life may not exude consistency, this does.
this is my morning.
this is my consistency.