From the monthly archives:

March 2008

11 1/2 Months to Go

by Märia on March 31, 2008

I hate the army more than anyone who has never been in the army or been married to a soldier will ever know. I get the fact that the army is suppose to be there to protect freedom and human rights and such. But being in the army you have no freedom and they show a lack of respect for any basic human rights. Alcoholism, sexual perversions, child abuse, divorce, eating disorders, suicides, just plain going crazy, they all run rapid for soldiers in the army, anything to forget the fact that you’re being told every single day in every single way that you’re worthless. And I’m not talking about being deployed in the sandbox or whatever. I“m talking about every single day. No one who hasn’t actually been connected with the army could believe the shit that happens, I could write a huge novel (and I’m certainly not the only one), it’d be a best seller with all the stuff that’s gone one (I mean on this side of the world, I’m not even talking about Iraq, I never got the nitty gritty from over there). And no the reserves don’t count, you just pretend to be a soldier, you have a real life.

No I didn’t actually make the following postcard, neither did my husband, but I bet you tens of thousands of soldiers think it. I wish they’d put this on billboards instead of the current army advertisements. Tell it like it really is.

11 1/2 months to go…

And don’t say bloom where you are planted. We got planted on a old mine field, that has become desert wasteland. The selling point was ”But look, it’s always sunny!“ Yeah, sunburns hurts. No one should have to do it for 20k a year, there’s better ways to torture yourself where you get more money.

Patriotism is dead.

Maybe I should just stick to talking about my kids.

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The Epitome of Laziness

by Märia on March 30, 2008

3 Years Ago: So when Steven and I heard about the idea of Uncrustables, we were both shocked. Uncrustables are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts taken off and frozen. All you do to eat them is take them out of the freezer, unwrap and enjoy. We said we would never use them, there would never come a time where we couldn’t just grab the bread, peanut butter, jelly and knife and put it together.

Flash Forward to Today: We’re eating Uncrustables for dinner.

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One more again yo, A video update from Jason

by Steven on March 30, 2008

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AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!

by Steven on March 30, 2008

So Seporah is really really good about folding her arms and bowing her head and closing her eyes for prayer now. I guess she should be at 2 years old. We were at a ward function last night and it was prayer time to pray before we left and she folded her arms good and bowed her head and squinted her eyes so she could look like she had her eyes closed but could look around. So she looked around and we prayed. And she looked around and we prayed. And she looked around and she prayed and wiggled a little (I was holding her). Our home prayers with her tend to be short, one minute or less. So about a minute into the prayer she says she is done and throws her arms open and arches her neck to get her head up and opens her eyes wide and screams AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! to say that the prayer is all over. I quickly explain to her that it was still prayer time, and she reluctantly folds her arms again and bows her head, but lets just say that the man who was praying got the hint and ended the prayer quickly. When it was all over, Seporah didn’t say Amen, and so I cued her by looking at her and saying Amen. She frowned and shook her head really quickly. She had already said Amen and I wasn’t getting another one out of her.

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Waking Up

by Märia on March 25, 2008

This afternoon I woke up from a nap without the help from babies or an alarm clock. I love waking up on my accords. It happens so rarely that when it happens, I am often confused about where I am and what I am suppose to be doing.

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I Intend to Live Forever, So Far, So Good

by Märia on March 24, 2008

Ok, we just have to make it through the next 2 weeks. It’s going to be tough. Steven got put on extra duty which means he works 13 out of 14 days, crap. But starting April 6 I’ll only work 2 days a week. I had decided to go back to part time a while ago since I am just plain exhausted and Steven and I don’t ever see each other but now I am really glad I am.

I read somewhere a couple of months ago that you can’t do everything. It was written by a mom and it was interesting since I really have been trying to do everything. And then it’s depressing when I don’t make the mark. Women, Mothers in particular, are constantly plagued by unnecessary obligations and guilt, kinda like bad Catholics. I’ve always felt like there’s a list 3 miles long that I want to do and I want to do it all NOW. So redefining goals and priorities is a difficult challenge. I’m not sure which are the most important and which I am capable of doing at the present time.

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Seporah to the Rescue

by Märia on March 24, 2008

After bathtime, Seporah gets a hooded towel. Now most children I know would let it flap behind them while they run around naked pretending to fly. Not Seporah, she always wants it wrapped super tight. Didn’t quite know why until this morning. This morning she said the hooded towel was a hug.

In other news, I plan to see a movie in theaters November of this year, I plan that all 4 of us will actually see it. Because…
WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT,
WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT,
WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT,
WE LIKE TO - - MOVE IT!
That’s right, Madagascar is coming out with a sequel: Madagascar, The Crate Escape. Doesn’t that sound exciting.

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I Had A Mind Once…Now I Have Children

by Märia on March 23, 2008

I was always deathly afraid of turning into one of those moms who never talked about anything else besides their children. Geez woman would you just shut up, they aren’t all that great. Yeah well I turned into one of those moms. It strikes me as weird sometimes when I go to have a conversation and I find myself saying “I know exactly what you mean, yesterday Seporah…Oh and this morning, Felicity did…You would not believe it.” Sometimes I think about having a conversation that does not involve my 2 little angels…and I can’t even think of one thing that ranks up there in importance. I’m told it’s a phase and I’ll grow out of it some time in the next 20 years… But until then, let me tell you what’s happening at my house:

Seporah has started talking in small complete sentences.
Felicity can roll over from her front to back and from her back to front.
Seporah has taken to taking a drink of water and spitting it out, she thinks it is hilarious, we just think it’s gross.
Felicity can touch her toes AND play with toys.
When I wake up in the middle of the night to feed Felicity and Seporah sometimes wakes up, she’ll look at me and Felicity, put her finger to her lips and say SHHHHHH!
Good golly, both of my girls are extreme talkers. It amazes people when I take them out how much they actually talk. I’m scared for the phone bill in 10 years.
When Seporah gets 2 of what she wants, she puts one in each hand, raising them alternately and does a funky dance.
Felicity is still a little carrot top. And neither of the girls really have any hair.
Seporah knows This Little Piggy and she’ll come play it on mine and Steven’s toes.
We started going back to the pool again and Seporah swims all over with her little floaties while Felicity screams for Steven and I to stay still.
Seporah is a little tomboy who we have to fight to wear a dress for church, sometimes she wins and she wears jeans to church.
Oh and the last heights and weights: 30lbs, 37in and 13lbs, 25in. Working on 3/4t and 3/6month clothes.

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