Wednesday

Some days I want to pull my eyebrow hair out one by one because my baby girl drives me so crazy. Some days I long to be a working mom again, so I can interact with people/children who want to talk to me or even hear/listen to what I have to say. Some days I want to be able to go to the bathroom without having a special guest joining me. Well, I suppose that is everyday I want that.

And then there are days like today, Wednesday.

"Momma. I'ma gonna bring in my Elsa pack pack okay. It just makes me happy."

As we walk in the boys clothing section, "Oooh. Jack would like dis. It's my Merry Christmas present for hin okay?"

To the nice elderly lady in the girls clothing section, "I an buying dis for my sista yadee. Do you have a sista? Mine is named Anon and I love her sometimes. I have 2 grandmas and 1 grandpa. Ok, bye yadee."

As we are using the Target bathroom in NOT A WHISPER VOICE, "Oh no mom. What is dat smyell? Oh. I know. That yadee over dere is pooping. It's disgusting. Maybe her is dying. It smyells so bad. It's hurting my nose." Completely embarrassed and asking her to be quiet, I think she's completed this memorable, horrifying experience. Oh no. As I'm drying my hands, with my back to her, she's looking under the stall where the lady was pooping and says, "She's not dying momma. Just pooping real good. Real good. I sees her feets movin'. Her is okay."

The day goes on.

"I want to eat Mickey Donalds with a play place please."

"Reyee mom? I see a Mickey Donald's right across duh Street. Dis Mac & Cheese better be deyicious."

She enjoys her Mac & Cheese and a nice lady across from us comes over and says,  "What a nice behaved little girl you have. You are very lucky." I smile, chit chat with her about her grandkids for a few minutes, all the while Jocelyn is sitting quietly, but has removed her shoes and placed them on the table. Then says, "Hey yadee. My feet smyell funny. Do you's wanna smyell em?" The nice lady politely said no, and I smiled, rosey cheeks and all.

The day goes on.

Through Costco she is singing loudly, "Twinkle twinkle yittle star," "Here we go yooby yoo," "Yankee doodle went to town ridin' on dis poneeee," and "Wheels on the bus go round and round." A nice man comes over and says, "I love that song. I love your singing too." She responds, "Come on man. Sing it wit me now." And so they did. In Costco! Together. "Wheels on the bus go round and round."

We said our goodbyes, walked a few feet down the aisle, to which she then shouts, "Momma. Elsa!"

I bought her that Elsa she saw and as we're  checking out she tells the Costco man, "Dats my Elsa blankie. Bam, what!"

We needed to use the bathroom again and I reminded her what is polite and not polite to say in a potty. Fortunately there was nothing going on for her discuss while we were in there. However, she did open the door too early. "Momma. Don't worry. Nobody will sees your nanny," except for the lady who just walked by giggling as the door was open.

That same lady was washing her hands as we were drying. She commented on how she remembers those days of taking her small children with her and how I need to cherish those moments. "They grow up so fast you know." I smile and agree. Jocelyn then says, "Cuse (excuse) me yadee. Did you try dis ting? It's so fun. Ahhhhhhhhh!" She giggled again and left the bathroom, where we remained for a few more minutes to play with "Dis ting."

Most days she is shy, hiding her face from any one who wants to talk to her or about her. But not today. 

On this Wednesday, I'm so glad I have my eyebrows in tact. Glad that I get the chance to be a stay at home mommy. And glad that I will never forget these special bathroom experiences, even if I wanted to.

How was your Wednesday?

Where will we be?

My Sugar put in his request for our next assignment. He got to pick 5 locations.

Supposedly, we should get one of those places.

And supposedly we should find out where we're going in December.

I'm not holding my breath because I'm sure we'll find out where we are going in June, be shipped out in August, to a spot that was not in his top 5 requested assignments.

So for now, I'm happy to be close to my home town, close to my family, close to my friends, close to what I'm used to, with all the memories, good and bad, that flood my mind each time we drive back to the city of neon lights. 

Because soon enough, who knows where we will be.

Thankful. 

Vegas Baby

Today we were actually tourists.

 

Bellagio

 

Felt a little weird, but so glad that we're still so close to family.

 

T-Mobile Arena & Monte Carlo 

 

Soon enough, all that will change so we will cherish it while we can.

 

The Park

 

 

The Tram

 

 

 Vegas Baby

 

Road Trippin'

My sugar drove the babies in our Acadia.

 

I drove behind with my mom in her tiny Fiat.

 

There were a few reasons why.
1. We wanted to go the short cut way "through the middle of freaking nowhere."
2. We wanted our ride home to only be 3 hours, not 6.
3. She drove all the way by herself, (to help us out for my Sugar's military ball - thanks mommy) so why not give her some company on the way back?

 

I was happy to get to ride with my mommy. It would be fun to have a little road trip with her, even if it was for a short time.

 

I did get worried however when I got in her car and she informed me that she has no cd player. That basically meant listening to the radio, through the middle of freaking nowhere, where there is literally no service. And when there would actually be service, it would be horrendous country music mixed in with a crap ton of annoying commercials.

 

But as we drove, we laughed, she moaned, we chatted, she groaned, and we sang. Thankfully I had songs on my phone offline library to save the day, so I didn't go completely insane.

It was a fun little trip.

 

Kelso Depot - We missed a train by just a few minutes, darn it.

Mojave National Preserve

It's a ZOO out there.

I can't control their school.
I can't control their classroom.
I can't control their friends and the things they say.
I can't control the things they hear from non-friends.
I can't control what they see when I'm not there.
I can't control much of anything really.

What the heck was I thinking when I wanted to become a mother?

It's a freaking ZOO out there.

But, I wouldn't change my role as their mother for anything in the world.

Everyday I am reminded of what I can't control, and pray that things will somehow work out. My prayers are whisperings, pleadings, and shouts to the One who can control things, who sent us all to this crazy ZOO.

Oh yeah, I know what I was thinking when I wanted to be a mother.

I was thinking I wanted nothing more in this life than to help my babies learn to love and live in this ZOO called life. And I'm thankful for that trust and faith in me, from the ultimate Zookeeper. I know He's always in control.