When we found out Megan and Jake were having a party, we jumped at the chance to head to Georgia to see our old Army family. We packed up the kids and Onyx (Oscar spent a relaxing weekend at home) and headed to 85 South. I was terrified of the trip, as Lila is not known for enjoying long car rides, and Hayden is a talker. I was pleasantly surprised when Lila slept for almost the entire trip, and Hayden of course, talked nonstop.
Meike was excited to finally meet Lila! And we finally had a baby for those pink socks ;-)
And *I* got to meet baby Blake! He is so sweet and adorable, and is a little mini-James. I adore this little guy!
And then there was this sweet girl, a nearly exact replica of her sister, and at the same age as I last saw her sister! She was a sweet baby and opted to sleep for much of the party.
Blake is soooo lucky we didn't get the picture of him trying to put his hand up Lila's dress!
Yeah nothing has changed since we left in 2010.
The kids had a blast helping Uncle Jake with the fire pit! Hayden said it was "too hot on my face" but he still had fun helping and sitting around the fire.
Jay obviously stands out as the "one who doesn't have to shave", and Gabe is nearly as tall as I am. Give it another year and he'll tower over me for sure!
Lila got a little bigger from the last time she saw her uncle Jake in May!
The next day we headed on post to see the Pollards, the Bakers and the Millers. I forgot what it was like to live on post, but then again I never lived on post in the states so it's definitely different.
Lila and Jade are about three weeks apart, and Jade was born on my birthday!
After we hung out a bit, we headed out to get something to eat. Our group of four families now numbers 17, with one on the way (Sam, not me!) and I laughed because normally when I go out to eat with 16 other people, there's a week of planning and an Evite involved! But on this lovely Sunday, it was just lunch with my family.
After lunch we headed back to 85, but northbound this time. We made pretty good time, and the kids were awesome on the way back. It was good to be home, but I missed my Army family so much. There are a lot of things I don't miss about the Army (field training, deployments, dirty boots) but I really do miss the people. Luckily, they're just a phone call, email or 8-hour car ride away!
The life and times of Jay & Jessica, Hayden & Lila, and of course, Onyx. Come see what we're up to!
Monday, December 10, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Letters to Lila: Marriage
Dear Lila,
Your father and I have a great marriage. It's not perfect; some days we want to claw each other's eyes out. Some days we go to bed without speaking. And some days, we're perfectly content being alone (he works nights). But at the end of the day, we love each other. The reason we fight sometimes is because we love each other. We want the best for you and your brother, and sometimes have to hash that out. Sometimes we are in bad moods for no reason.
But we always say "I'm sorry". We always say "I love you". There are some days when we see a glimpse of the "us" we were in 2004, before deployments, before Germany, before children and before we had to truly grow up. We get to be silly and laugh, make jokes, pick on each other and give kisses (even in front of you). We remember why we work so hard to make our marriage work; it's because we love each other through the fights, the bad days, the disagreements and the dirty laundry.
Something people don't tell you about marriage, Lila, is that it's work. It's hard. You have to work at your marriage every single day and don't ever let anyone tell you any differently. You'll go through what they call a honeymoon phase, where you want to kiss and be lovey and snuggly and you overlook every flaw, every possible disagreement because no one, anywhere has ever been as happy as you two are right then. No one has ever loved anyone the way you love each other. But then the newness wears off, and real life sets in, and the work starts. So here's some advice from your mom, an old married lady who hopes to be married to your dad for the rest of your life.
*Marry a man who treats you like a princess. This doesn't mean he showers you with gifts and "things" but that he makes you feel important and treats you like a precious gem. Because you are. That's not narcissistic, you are a human being and one-of-a-kind and he needs to recognize that.
*Marry a man who isn't threatened when you have to be the knight in shining armor. The best marriages are reciprocal; sometimes he may run out of gas and need you to rescue him. It doesn't make him less of a man, it means you're a team.
*Marry a man who isn't afraid to hurt your feelings, or get his hurt in return. Honesty is one of the most attributes in anyone you spend your time with, but especially one you intend to spend your whole life with. And that means sometimes telling each other "You're being a jerk" because sometimes, you're being a jerk. And you need to hear it.
*Marry a man that makes you laugh. You're going to spend hours together, at the dinner table, on airplanes, in cars and in waiting rooms. That time is better spent in humor than in silence.
*Then again, there's something to be said for silence. Marry someone you're content to sit in silence with. You don't always have to talk. Be comfortable with each other, and that will speak for itself.
*Don't be afraid to let him see you sick, without makeup and in sweatpants. Marilyn Monroe once said, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure don't deserve me at my best." If your beauty, in his eyes, lies in your curled hair and manicured nails, he doesn't deserve you.
*Never change who you are for a man. You'll hate yourself for it. You're perfect the way you are, and someone one day will love you for all the things that you are, not all the things you're not.
*Never give up your friends for a man. If he asks you to, he's insecure. If you do it on your own, you'll regret it. Friends are there to pick us up when the rest of the world lets us down and I assure you, he's going to let you down. We're human.
*Don't be afraid to go to bed mad. Sometimes, you just need to sleep on it to then wake up and realize you were wrong. And sometimes, you have to be the bigger person and say "I'm sorry" first, even if you're not the only one at fault. Pride goeth before the fall, and no amount of pride is worth losing your soulmate.
*Don't be afraid to hold hands or kiss him in public. But have some decency about it. If you love someone, you show them. You shout it from the rooftops. But you're a lady, and what ever you do in public will always get back to your mother.
*Absolutely, positively believe in soul mates. There is someone out there that is absolutely meant for you. You may find him in the first boy you date. You may find him at 13, and not know it until 22. And even then, you may not want to believe it for a few months. You may find him at 40. Or you may find out that he is a she. I don't care who you marry, as long as you feel in your soul that it's who you're supposed to be with. I keep saying "marry a man" but that's because I did. You may find out that your soulmate is a woman. As your mother I will always want the best for you, and the best is the person that treats you like the precious soul that you are.
I wish I could tell you that life was easy, that you'd never be sad and that you'll never have your heart broken. But I'm here to be your mom and tell you the truth. The truth is, you're going to break hearts and have yours broken, and you're going to feel like nothing will ever be right again. It's been said that someone will come along one day and make you understand why it never worked out with anyone else. There's about a billion country songs about thinking you're going to marry someone and finding out later why God had other plans. Don't give up on love because you strike out. Don't be afraid to give your heart to someone. Your dad can drive me nuts with a bag of tortilla chips and he threatens bodily harm every time he finds a bobby pin in his chair; but I'd go to hell and back for him and he's already been there for me. Marriage is hard, but it's worth every bit of it.
Your father and I have a great marriage. It's not perfect; some days we want to claw each other's eyes out. Some days we go to bed without speaking. And some days, we're perfectly content being alone (he works nights). But at the end of the day, we love each other. The reason we fight sometimes is because we love each other. We want the best for you and your brother, and sometimes have to hash that out. Sometimes we are in bad moods for no reason.
But we always say "I'm sorry". We always say "I love you". There are some days when we see a glimpse of the "us" we were in 2004, before deployments, before Germany, before children and before we had to truly grow up. We get to be silly and laugh, make jokes, pick on each other and give kisses (even in front of you). We remember why we work so hard to make our marriage work; it's because we love each other through the fights, the bad days, the disagreements and the dirty laundry.
Something people don't tell you about marriage, Lila, is that it's work. It's hard. You have to work at your marriage every single day and don't ever let anyone tell you any differently. You'll go through what they call a honeymoon phase, where you want to kiss and be lovey and snuggly and you overlook every flaw, every possible disagreement because no one, anywhere has ever been as happy as you two are right then. No one has ever loved anyone the way you love each other. But then the newness wears off, and real life sets in, and the work starts. So here's some advice from your mom, an old married lady who hopes to be married to your dad for the rest of your life.
*Marry a man who treats you like a princess. This doesn't mean he showers you with gifts and "things" but that he makes you feel important and treats you like a precious gem. Because you are. That's not narcissistic, you are a human being and one-of-a-kind and he needs to recognize that.
*Marry a man who isn't threatened when you have to be the knight in shining armor. The best marriages are reciprocal; sometimes he may run out of gas and need you to rescue him. It doesn't make him less of a man, it means you're a team.
*Marry a man who isn't afraid to hurt your feelings, or get his hurt in return. Honesty is one of the most attributes in anyone you spend your time with, but especially one you intend to spend your whole life with. And that means sometimes telling each other "You're being a jerk" because sometimes, you're being a jerk. And you need to hear it.
*Marry a man that makes you laugh. You're going to spend hours together, at the dinner table, on airplanes, in cars and in waiting rooms. That time is better spent in humor than in silence.
*Then again, there's something to be said for silence. Marry someone you're content to sit in silence with. You don't always have to talk. Be comfortable with each other, and that will speak for itself.
*Don't be afraid to let him see you sick, without makeup and in sweatpants. Marilyn Monroe once said, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you sure don't deserve me at my best." If your beauty, in his eyes, lies in your curled hair and manicured nails, he doesn't deserve you.
*Never change who you are for a man. You'll hate yourself for it. You're perfect the way you are, and someone one day will love you for all the things that you are, not all the things you're not.
*Never give up your friends for a man. If he asks you to, he's insecure. If you do it on your own, you'll regret it. Friends are there to pick us up when the rest of the world lets us down and I assure you, he's going to let you down. We're human.
*Don't be afraid to go to bed mad. Sometimes, you just need to sleep on it to then wake up and realize you were wrong. And sometimes, you have to be the bigger person and say "I'm sorry" first, even if you're not the only one at fault. Pride goeth before the fall, and no amount of pride is worth losing your soulmate.
*Don't be afraid to hold hands or kiss him in public. But have some decency about it. If you love someone, you show them. You shout it from the rooftops. But you're a lady, and what ever you do in public will always get back to your mother.
*Absolutely, positively believe in soul mates. There is someone out there that is absolutely meant for you. You may find him in the first boy you date. You may find him at 13, and not know it until 22. And even then, you may not want to believe it for a few months. You may find him at 40. Or you may find out that he is a she. I don't care who you marry, as long as you feel in your soul that it's who you're supposed to be with. I keep saying "marry a man" but that's because I did. You may find out that your soulmate is a woman. As your mother I will always want the best for you, and the best is the person that treats you like the precious soul that you are.
I wish I could tell you that life was easy, that you'd never be sad and that you'll never have your heart broken. But I'm here to be your mom and tell you the truth. The truth is, you're going to break hearts and have yours broken, and you're going to feel like nothing will ever be right again. It's been said that someone will come along one day and make you understand why it never worked out with anyone else. There's about a billion country songs about thinking you're going to marry someone and finding out later why God had other plans. Don't give up on love because you strike out. Don't be afraid to give your heart to someone. Your dad can drive me nuts with a bag of tortilla chips and he threatens bodily harm every time he finds a bobby pin in his chair; but I'd go to hell and back for him and he's already been there for me. Marriage is hard, but it's worth every bit of it.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Tomato Basil Parmesan Soup
I made this for wine club on Saturday night and it was a HUGE hit!
2 (14 oz) cans diced tomatoes, with juice
1 cup finely diced celery
1 cup finely diced carrots
1 cup finely diced onions
1 tsp dried oregano or 1 T fresh oregano
1 T dried basil or 1/4 cup fresh basil
4 cups chicken broth
½ bay leaf
½ cup flour
1 cup Parmesan cheese
½ cup butter
2 cups half and half, warmed (or skim milk if you’re trying to cut some calories)
1 tsp salt
¼ tsp black pepper
1. Add tomatoes, celery, carrots, chicken broth, onions, oregano, basil, and bay leaf to a large slow cooker.
2. Cover and cook on LOW for 5-7 hours, until flavors are blended and vegetables are soft.
3. About 30 minutes before serving prepare a roux. Melt butter over low heat in a skillet and add flour. Stir constantly with a whisk for 5-7 minutes. Slowly stir in 1 cup hot soup. Add another 3 cups and stir until smooth. Add all back into the slow cooker. Stir and add the Parmesan cheese, warmed half and half, salt and pepper. Add additional basil and oregano if needed (the slow cooker does a number on spices and they get bland over time, so don’t be afraid to always season to taste at the end).
4. Cover and cook on LOW for another 30 minutes or so until ready to serve.
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I left out the carrots because I didn't have any. Next time, I'd drop the chicken broth from 4 cups to 3 for it to be a thicker soup but this was a super easy and tasty dish. And the roux was BEAUTIFUL. Enjoy!
2 (14 oz) cans diced tomatoes, with juice
1 cup finely diced celery
1 cup finely diced carrots
1 cup finely diced onions
1 tsp dried oregano or 1 T fresh oregano
1 T dried basil or 1/4 cup fresh basil
4 cups chicken broth
½ bay leaf
½ cup flour
1 cup Parmesan cheese
½ cup butter
2 cups half and half, warmed (or skim milk if you’re trying to cut some calories)
1 tsp salt
¼ tsp black pepper
1. Add tomatoes, celery, carrots, chicken broth, onions, oregano, basil, and bay leaf to a large slow cooker.
2. Cover and cook on LOW for 5-7 hours, until flavors are blended and vegetables are soft.
3. About 30 minutes before serving prepare a roux. Melt butter over low heat in a skillet and add flour. Stir constantly with a whisk for 5-7 minutes. Slowly stir in 1 cup hot soup. Add another 3 cups and stir until smooth. Add all back into the slow cooker. Stir and add the Parmesan cheese, warmed half and half, salt and pepper. Add additional basil and oregano if needed (the slow cooker does a number on spices and they get bland over time, so don’t be afraid to always season to taste at the end).
4. Cover and cook on LOW for another 30 minutes or so until ready to serve.
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I left out the carrots because I didn't have any. Next time, I'd drop the chicken broth from 4 cups to 3 for it to be a thicker soup but this was a super easy and tasty dish. And the roux was BEAUTIFUL. Enjoy!
Friday, November 23, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving
We have so much to be thankful for this year, and every year! We are a family, complete and whole, with the addition of Lila and the removal of deployments. I will forever be grateful for every holiday we get to spend with Jay because of the ones we missed, and the friends I have that no longer get to spend those holidays with their spouse.
This year we had a nice, laid back holiday. I baked a cake and made stuffing to take to Gloria's for dinner and that was it! We slept in, hung out together, ate dinner in the afternoon and came back to relax. No running around, no crazy, no Black Friday plans. If I had my way, we'd do it like this every year!
This year we had a nice, laid back holiday. I baked a cake and made stuffing to take to Gloria's for dinner and that was it! We slept in, hung out together, ate dinner in the afternoon and came back to relax. No running around, no crazy, no Black Friday plans. If I had my way, we'd do it like this every year!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Four-year well visit
Just after his birthday, we had Hayden's well visit scheduled with the pediatrician. As he tends to do, Hayden got sick right around the same time. I appreciate that he gets sick at the same time, only to avoid a 2nd copay. Way to help out, buddy.
This time it was ear infections in both ears. Poor kid! But he takes meds like a champ, and after one dose he was feeling better already. The doc checked out his hearing and vision, weight and height, listened to all his vital organs and even had a little tickle party. He's 42 3/4 inches (3 feet, 6 3/4 inches) and 42 lbs. So, square like his 40x40 at his three year visit. To me, he seems far taller and even heavier, especially if I'm carrying him to bed after he's fallen asleep in mine.
This time around we got the "kindergarten shots", the ones he can't go to Kindergarten without. Because of his age, he'll wait a year for kindergarten so he'll be five-turning-six when he starts. A year and a half away, but it goes by SO fast. I'm not ready! The shots did NOT go well, but luckily he won't need anymore until he's 11. Try telling that to your screaming, sad toddler. Not happy. But he got stickers and toys, bandaids and chocolate milk after we left, but he's still talking about it.
This time it was ear infections in both ears. Poor kid! But he takes meds like a champ, and after one dose he was feeling better already. The doc checked out his hearing and vision, weight and height, listened to all his vital organs and even had a little tickle party. He's 42 3/4 inches (3 feet, 6 3/4 inches) and 42 lbs. So, square like his 40x40 at his three year visit. To me, he seems far taller and even heavier, especially if I'm carrying him to bed after he's fallen asleep in mine.
This time around we got the "kindergarten shots", the ones he can't go to Kindergarten without. Because of his age, he'll wait a year for kindergarten so he'll be five-turning-six when he starts. A year and a half away, but it goes by SO fast. I'm not ready! The shots did NOT go well, but luckily he won't need anymore until he's 11. Try telling that to your screaming, sad toddler. Not happy. But he got stickers and toys, bandaids and chocolate milk after we left, but he's still talking about it.
10 months old
What a sassy pants this little girl is! The day before she turned 10 months old, she took her first real steps. Look out world, she is on the move!
Did I mention she's no longer interested in sitting still?
Did I mention she's no longer interested in sitting still?
Monday, November 19, 2012
Letter to Lila: Love
Dear Lila,
People give me a hard time about you. You're a few days shy of ten months old, and though you're ready (in your own mind) to conquer the world, you are still but an infant. You can't quite walk, you can't quite talk, and you have a lot to learn about personal space.
Lila, people give me a hard time because when you cry, I pick you up. Now, not every time. I can tell when you're just being sassy because you lay your head down on your hands on the floor, and then look up to see if I'm paying attention. You cry when I leave the room, when you can see me but I'm not holding you. "She's a momma's girl", they say; "you've spoiled that baby", they admonish. This "they" includes friends and family, even your own father.
I say to that, they can kiss it, Lila. There will come a time in the not-so-distant future when you will have no time to be held because you're too busy doing other things. You will one day make the switch from my baby to a daddy's girl, and wrap him around your little finger. You'll grow too big for my arms to hold (without your legs dangling to my ankles) and then I won't get to pick you up anymore.
But you know what? In your almost-ten-months, I've never once put you to bed and worried, "Did I hug her enough today? Did she get enough kisses? Does she know how much I love her?" Not one time have I worried that you didn't get enough affection from me that day. In our family, we show our love with affection. We hug, we snuggle, we give kisses and we hold each other in our laps. We sit two-to-a-seat when there is room to have our own. We say it. We say "I love you", "I'm proud of you", "You are special". Your dad loves in the same way, but he also values independence. He wants you to be tough and strong and to stand on your own. And that's a great balance in our house, because without him, I'd never want you guys to do anything on your own. This world is a big scary place and in time, you'll learn for yourself that life can be full of sadness, disappointment and hate. But for right now, all you know is love. When I lay you down in your bed each night, after our hugs and kisses, I give you your bink, your pink pup-pup and I always whisper, "You're safe". You don't know what that means yet. But it's my way of saying that you are in a warm, safe place with a full belly, surrounded by love, and you can sleep peacefully. It may not reassure your heart, but it does mine.
So I will keep holding you when I don't have to. I will give you as many kisses as your face will hold. I will hug and snuggle you for as many hours as you are awake, but respect your need to be in bed before 7 (thanks for that, by the way). I will tell you "I love you" 100 times plus one every day. I did the same thing with your brother, and in my opinion he's grown up to be a very loving, affectionate, independent and secure little boy. So let them say you're spoiled, because you may be able to spoil a child with money and with "things", but you can never spoil a child with love. A baby can never, ever be loved too much, despite a mother's best efforts to do so.
People give me a hard time about you. You're a few days shy of ten months old, and though you're ready (in your own mind) to conquer the world, you are still but an infant. You can't quite walk, you can't quite talk, and you have a lot to learn about personal space.
Lila, people give me a hard time because when you cry, I pick you up. Now, not every time. I can tell when you're just being sassy because you lay your head down on your hands on the floor, and then look up to see if I'm paying attention. You cry when I leave the room, when you can see me but I'm not holding you. "She's a momma's girl", they say; "you've spoiled that baby", they admonish. This "they" includes friends and family, even your own father.
I say to that, they can kiss it, Lila. There will come a time in the not-so-distant future when you will have no time to be held because you're too busy doing other things. You will one day make the switch from my baby to a daddy's girl, and wrap him around your little finger. You'll grow too big for my arms to hold (without your legs dangling to my ankles) and then I won't get to pick you up anymore.
But you know what? In your almost-ten-months, I've never once put you to bed and worried, "Did I hug her enough today? Did she get enough kisses? Does she know how much I love her?" Not one time have I worried that you didn't get enough affection from me that day. In our family, we show our love with affection. We hug, we snuggle, we give kisses and we hold each other in our laps. We sit two-to-a-seat when there is room to have our own. We say it. We say "I love you", "I'm proud of you", "You are special". Your dad loves in the same way, but he also values independence. He wants you to be tough and strong and to stand on your own. And that's a great balance in our house, because without him, I'd never want you guys to do anything on your own. This world is a big scary place and in time, you'll learn for yourself that life can be full of sadness, disappointment and hate. But for right now, all you know is love. When I lay you down in your bed each night, after our hugs and kisses, I give you your bink, your pink pup-pup and I always whisper, "You're safe". You don't know what that means yet. But it's my way of saying that you are in a warm, safe place with a full belly, surrounded by love, and you can sleep peacefully. It may not reassure your heart, but it does mine.
So I will keep holding you when I don't have to. I will give you as many kisses as your face will hold. I will hug and snuggle you for as many hours as you are awake, but respect your need to be in bed before 7 (thanks for that, by the way). I will tell you "I love you" 100 times plus one every day. I did the same thing with your brother, and in my opinion he's grown up to be a very loving, affectionate, independent and secure little boy. So let them say you're spoiled, because you may be able to spoil a child with money and with "things", but you can never spoil a child with love. A baby can never, ever be loved too much, despite a mother's best efforts to do so.
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