AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!

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.

I Intend to Live Forever, So Far, So Good

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.

Seporah to the Rescue

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.

I Had A Mind Once…Now I Have Children

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.

Short Staffed

So I wanted to write about how short staffed we are.

1 soldier con leave – 30 days for leg surgery

1 soldier paternity leave – 30 days (no such thing really, it is just ordinary leave cuz he had a baby)

1 soldier emergency leave as his father has a brain tumor

1 soldier regular leave

1 soldier pcs to be a recruiter

1 soldier pcs to be a controller

Our NCOIC is currently on leave just for the heck of it

Our OIC is currentlyon leave just for the heck of it

And we were short staffed before all this happened.  Ugh.   Work is pretty crazy right now.

Texas here I come…

In two days I will begin the long journey to Temple, Tx. 

Am I looking forward to the trip?  Well yes… and no.  I absolutely cannot wait to be able to go back there and meet some of Jason’s family while surveying the landscape.  I have been told that it is a very pretty area with nice green rolling hills.  That sounds wonderful to a girl who has been raised her whole life in the desert.  The color we see most year round is…well… brown.  Not to exciting I have to admit.  So yes I am excited and looking forward to acquainting myself to part of Jason’s family and old stomping grounds. 

BUT….

The 20 hours of sitting in a car that’s needed in order for us to reach our destination is not appealing to me one bit.  I’ve never been much of a traveler.  I have a tendency to get car sick as soon as the wheels start moving.  There have been a couple people who have suggested that I should try Dramamine.  I think I will take their advice, Walmart here I come! 

Despite my sick stomach I will have the opportunity to spend those 20 hours talking with Jason.  Talking to each other may require a bit of yelling due to windows being rolled down from the lack of having an air conditioner but… it will be an adventure to remember always.

Soo…   See you guys when I get there!!!

knowledge about insignificant people… powerful still?

Random facts about me:

I have the capacity (or the desire) to clap… 10x louder than everyone during presentations..  I guess I cup my hand differently, but people sometimes stare at me based on the volume of my clap.

 I feel that I can whistle… really well.  I can’t do that (hi i’m at a basketball game) whistle.. but I can do pretty good pitch while whistling.. and I’ve noticed that some people are not very good at this.  

I enjoy attention,  and I hate this about myself.

I can contact juggle.. if you haven’t ever seen this done.. search for it on youtube.  I’m not nearly as impressive as the people you see on there.. but I’m okay.  Another example.. what the main villain does with the crystal balls in “The Labrynth”

I remember crying.. watching Bambi.

I sing in my car… I’m the guy that you are driving next to on the highway with this mouth open that looks like he’s in the opera, or talking to himself. 

 I can open the book of “Ender’s Game” by Orson Scott Card.. read only one line and know exactly what is going on.

 I can sing nearly every word of every song of every musical.. I’ve ever seen.. even if I’ve only seen it once or twice. 

Am I not sensitive, clever, well-mannered,
considerate, passionate, charming, as kind as I’m handsome?   

I love musicals.

I make up crazy titles to every single entry I put here.. this is me thinking I’m inventive..  but I have to ask.. do you like them?

 I still think that tattoes are dirty 🙁

I still think motorcycles are unsafe.

I don’t think I’m very good looking.

I still call Sarah my Girlfriend even though we are engaged.   I just don’t like the word Fiance.  (probably because of the Marine Corps)

I am obsessed with Christian Music… but not as much as I used to be.

I am known to do “The Lawnmower”  randomly, while bored, throughout the day.

I sometimes quote 70’s or 80’s pop songs in everyday life.. when it makes absolutely no sense to do so.

  Every answer to the question “do you know why?”  Is  “because Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A”  and I definitely get wierd looks about that.

I approach people randomly with my fists raised to challenge them to mock battle.

As a child, we would have sock wars, and this still sounds fun to me now.

   I think this list started cool, and just got dumb :-(..  Sorry to waste your time.