Hot Stuff

It is rather toasty in my apartment, and all indicators point towards it only getting warmer only the next few days. Warmer, as in, in the 90s all next week. Eww.

The good news is that Dave and I have friends with air conditioning, and taking up a semi permanent residence at their home (let's be honest, they really would be thrilled if we did so) is starting to sound very, very tempting.

Now, all I have to do is convince them that Ace, the dog I'm sitting until August 2, is welcomed too ....

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I'm actually pretty excited about our plans for tomorrow. After church Dave and I are going to go to lunch with Karissa and Bethany, possibly followed by yogurt, most definitely followed by our weekly costco trip. I need diet coke. I'm almost done with my current stash ... which means that it took me just over two weeks to down 32 of the suckers. I'm not going to do the math on that.

Bethany is staying the night tonight and Sunday so that she doesnt have to trek back and forth to Seattle but can spend her time off with us cool people down here. It'll be nice to have some company.

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I've been feeling pretty darn overwhelmed recently. It's not that the things I have to do take up that much time ... it's that I have so many things to think about that it's flat out overwhelming my brain and emotions. Here's a list of all the things that I'm doing this week and last week to show what I mean:

- Caring for Baby Dave

- Volunteering at church Sunday mornings

- 2.5 hour Bible study Tuesday mornings

- 3.5 hour Bible study/volunteering Wednesday mornings

- 2 hour small group Wednesday night

- working on a course

- Taking care of my friend's dog

- Organizing stuff for PWOC

- Keeping up with laundry and cleaning my apartment

- Working on Luke's surprise

- A seemingly endless list of other things I cant seem to remember right now.

And it's just thinking about all of this that exhausts me.

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In other news, Bethany and I are watching Friends. This is officially her first time *ever*. I'm such a good person.

Conversational Wizard

Luke called this morning during PWOC. It was the first time I've gotten to talk to him since Sunday a.m. ... because, if you'll recall, I flat out missed his calls yesterday. Because that's how much I suck.

Anyway, we had a nice conversation. I wish I could say talking on the phone to my husband was easy and no problemo but alas, it is not. I wish I knew what the problem is ... maybe it's that I am so self conscious of being positive and having conversations that he finds uplifted that I just don't want to say anything at the risk of dragging him down.

Sigh.

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In other news this new movie "GI Joe, Rise of the Cobra" looks ... um ... stupid. And kinda ... space like. In fact, that's right, I'm gonna go ahead and put it in the space-like category. Generally speaking I gave a solid categorical exception to super hero movies. But this whole super soldiers business is a little too space like for my taste.

Remember, space is out.

FRG Funny

So real quick -- the FRG meeting? Totally worth it.

Imagine a room full of, oh, about 100 antsy, on edge wives and their crying/fussy babies and a single, unassuming looking Captain trying to give them information about their husbands.

Hilarious.

I give major props to this guy. He was relatively in control of the room for most of the briefing, calming answering these peoples' ridiculous questions.

And then someone asked about phone calls. And then someone else said that a 10 minute phone call with her husband the other night had cost $40.

And that is when he lost the room. It totally erupted into chatting and talking. And it was at least several minutes before he could regain control. Fantastic. And hilarious.

We are so going again just to see that.

Mascara Spokeswoman

I could so totally get a job as a spokeswoman for my waterproof mascara. Does it run when one cries? No, no it does not. I test it daily. Does it run after a LOT of crying? No, no it does not. I test that about once or twice every few-ish days.

I just spent some hardcore quality time in my apartment crying on my couch. I'm just so incredibly FRUSTRATED today. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that I've been up since about 0430. But anyway.

I'm mad. Really, really mad. First of all, I missed Luke's calls. Again. Like a good boy he even called back after five minutes when I didnt answer.

And wouldn't you know it that ten minute span of time was the first time (other than my time in the pool yesterday and Sunday. Yesterday was a gamble but I knew he wasnt going to call again Sunday because I had just talked to him) since Sunday morning that I had left my phone for even two minutes. I made sure it was in the bathroom yesterday while I was showering. I've hauled it every single place. But I got distracted by Dave and the prospect of buying his first fishy, and I walked away without my phone.

And of course -- of COURSE -- that is when he called.

I spent a lot of the morning worrying that perhaps he had been injured in yesterday's fighter jet crash. I don't know how he would've gotten hurt then, but it went down on the base he's in, so I figured the chances were better than if it had, say, crashed into the Pacific Ocean. At least his phone call proves he's in good health ... at least good enough to keep him in that stupid place longer.

Exactly how hurt would he have to get to come home to me now? I don't think a broken ankle is enough, but maybe if he broke his collar bone again? I'm sorry, I'm just scratching for possibilities here.

I'm also absolutely furious about the pool situation at the Y. I've decided to abandon this whole running nonsense ... maybe I'll pick it up again when its cooler outside. All I want to do is swim. But with the summer swim classes literally the only time in the whole day that there is more than two or so lanes open for swimming is from 11:30 a.m. to 1 p.m. If I can't get there during that window, I'm basically screwed. All other open swim times are during hours the nursery is closed. And that is just SO stupid. All they need to do is open the nursery from 1 to 3 p.m. and we'd be golden. But no.

Karissa is coming over for dinner. And then we have a (stupid) FRG meeting from 630 to who knows when. I really, really dont want to go to that.

(Maybe I'd feel better if I took a nap).

EDIT --

I was right, napping totally helped. I had to put the baby in my bed to get him to sleep so that I could sleep. And now I feel better. Much, much better. And I'm sure if the FRG meeting is stupid, it will only be mildly stupid. I'm totally willing to give it a chance now that I've had a nap.

BTW, this episode of Gilmore Girls is about opening an old fashioned soda shop. I could TOTALLY go for one of those! Or an Italian Soda. I should score a bottle of sugar free raspberry syrup, a little half and half and some soda water. That'd be great!

(Seriously, Amys need their sleep. I'm a much happier person now).

The Week of Firsts

This has been a week of many firsts for Baby Dave. Yesterday we took our first trip to the swimming pool together. I wish I couldve taken photos of him and help him swim at the same time, but that wouldn't have worked. He was so cute and, after about a half hour of floating around with me, finally realized that it is kind of fun to kick his legs around under the water. Prior to that he was very distracted by all the colors and sounds and spent time looking at everything with his fun "curious owl look" where his eyes get very wide and his mouth goes into a little circle and he raises his eyebrows way up high and bobs his head around checking the world out. It's adorable.

After the pool we headed to the library, but since he was asleep and we could only stay 10 minutes (it was closing) Im not really going to count that. Plus I didnt take any photos.

Today is a big first as well. And I am SUPER excited about this one, because it's a first for me, too. After years of wanting to I am headed to my first Death Cab for Cutie and New Pornographers concert!! This of course is Dave's first concert ever. Like a good rocker baby he'll be sporting his Shins onesie and baby legs. Pretty much the only thing that could make this better is if it actually was a Shins concert. But since they came through a weekish after the baby was born, we didn't make it. Sad for us.

So -- photos later!

Babysitting Again

Best of intentions had me pointed towards the gym this morning, but instead I ended up at a friend's house babysitting. Allie hurt her wrist doing she doesnt even know what the other day and had planned to sit in the emergency room waiting for some help. Fortunately we know some people through church and were able to make a well placed phone call to someone who could directly order an x-ray and prescribe her some meds. Yay Jesus! Fortunaely it's not broken. Baby Reagan cried most of the time I was with her but that's OK.

So tomorrow I'm hoping to go the gym. First, unfortunately, I have a little surgical consult over at Madigan ... more post baby related fun. No, you really don't want to know. Dave is going to hang out with a friend while Im there. Yawn.

Jumping Fruit

Or maybe it's more like jumping and fruit. Whatever.

First of all, we picked up this new toy -- a jumperoo! Super exciting.

... it's a little big for him. But whatever! He still likes it.

Then we went to the farmers market. Dave was a little tiny bit grumpy. But that's OK. We had fun anyway. We sat in the sun, read a book, bought some delicious looking/smelling fruit. That sort of thing.

Dave found this all thrilling.

Oh lovely day

It's a beautiful day here in Washington. I'm going to put off the library yet again in the name of heading down to the weekly farmer's market in my favorite local small town. In fact, I think Steilacoom is higher on my list of favorite neighborhoods than Capitol Hill. I know -- that's REALLY shocking. And it only outranks because it has an ocean view. Capitol Hill is definitely still a close second. Calm down. I mean, how can you beat this!?: Anyway, so as I was saying

Anyway, so as I was saying -- we are going to hit the farmer's market down there as soon as Dave eats. And then when we are done with all that fun and stocked up on super delicious veggies, we will go on a little walk in the sun. And when we are done with THAT we will come home and post photos for you of a bunch of things, including Dave's exciting new toy. Ok? OK.

Babysitter Amy

It's been a really really long time since I actually full on babysat someone else's kids. My brothers and sisters? Sure. Nursery at church/small group? Definitely. At someone's house while they got out for dinner? Yeah, not so much.

We're talking at least eight years. Crazy, I know.

Regardless, here I am babysitting for our chaplain's family while he and his wife, Charlene, have a delicious meal alone for the last time in a very long time. He deploys Friday or Saturday to join Luke.

I will say this -- having Luke go ahead of everyone else has made me incredibly sympathetic and very available to support the rest of the wives in the group. If Luke was leaving right now, too, I would no doubt be very busy wallowing on my own. Since he's not I'm ... well, I still wallow a little bit, but not like it's a full time job. So there's that.
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Taking the baby to the library did not work out as planned. The library was closed at 945 when I was there and since I had the rest of the day booked with studying and stuff like that, oh well. We'll probably try again tomorrow.

Two Days In a Row -- Go me!

Here I am, keeping my promise to start blogging more. Go me.

Took my little baby to a doctor's appointment this morning so he could get weighed and stuff. It was super great until they took out a variety of needles and stabbed him. One second he is laying on my lap cooing and smiling and the next he is screaming. Poor baby!

Anyway, he now weighs more than 13 lbs and is about 23 inches. Crazy growing child. And for the record, I kinda cried when they gave him his shots. Poor little baby.

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Bethany came over for dinner tonight. I am dubbing today my first ever deployment dinner. I'm hoping to have a weekly gathering like this of deployed spouses. I enjoy feeding people. And I enjoy people company. So all in all it sounds like a good idea.

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At the moment Im marathon watching Gilmore Girls. Ok, Ok it's a good show. There, happy? Primary complaint at this time is the annoying opening song. But that can be skipped -- so no worries! The sad news is that because Abigail is in hiding with the husband she found at the airport (like magic! like Christmas! like a Christmas miracle!) I shall likely be without tv on DVD soon. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that. Gonna have to come up with an alternate plan for my life. I know, it's really shocking.

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Im going to go to bed now. Tomorrow: change the oil in the car, take the baby for his first library trip, work on school stuff, babysit four lovely young ladies.

Bad Amy!

As I was just perusing my blog of yore, it dawned on me that perhaps it would be appropriate if i made more of an effort to blog consistently now. The best intentions ...

Life has been clipping along, Dave getting bigger, me staying busy doing ... well ... Im not really sure what, but it's taking up all my time. In the last few weeks I've thrown a 4th of July Party with Abigail, hosted (with the help of some wonderful small group folks) my entire family minus Shelly for three days (short version: barfing child, clogged toilet, new tires, finding the mess hall, gross dinner at the PX, ferry, Pikes Place, Ivars, traffic, bowling) and purchased way too much at Costco.

Abigail got her husband back today, if only for 15ish days. This is exciting for me on some level, too, because if SHE can go eight months without seeing Brett, surely I can go eight months without seeing. At the same time, however, it is bitter sweet. While getting so excited that Brett was coming back I slipped up and let myself get excited that Luke was coming back ... except he isn't. Now as soon as I realized this was happening and tried to bed it back down again, but it was already all riled up.

But you know, we've made it six weeks. On the one hand, it seems like he's been gone forever already, a little bit like maybe he was never even here to start with. The six weeks has pretty much flown by. At the same time, however, it seems like I cannot possibly make it another Lord only knows how long until I get to see him again.

Im actually going to make an effort to blog more often. I promise.