Me complaining

Pretty much, I'm a big baby. I know I shouldn't be making such a big deal over a simple 10 day field ops.. But emotionally, I feel like he is gone for Afghanistan. Seeing all his gear packed up. Smelling his gear. Prepping the night before. Dropping him off early in the morning. It's bringing back some memories. When I dropped him off, I felt like I needed to stay till he HAD to go. But I was like, It's just 10 days. And made myself drive.
I miss looking forward to him coming home in the afternoon. And having dinner with him. And even though we can butt heads often, he's my soul mate and the very best friend a girl could wish her husband to be. My day isn't complete without him in it. I am so looking forward to when he EAS's. Then everyday, and every year is a full and complete year. No dark months. So next week better get here quick cause I want him home :( ha. And so does our baby boy.
I honestly can't wait to have him out. I do not want to worry about if we get Christmas together... or Birthdays.. Or first words.. So terrible.
I enjoy my husband home. I enjoy it so much, I married him. SO! He should be here with me riiiiiiight... NOW!!
Here's for wishful thinking.

Valentines day 2011

By far this is the best Valentines day I've ever had. It was so sweet and not crazy.
I went out with baby to get my husband a balloon, which Noah insisted he got him one too. Lol. Then I drove on over to the flower shop where I got a bunch of simple carnations. When I was shooting the breeze with one of the owners of the stand that I have gone to since I could remember (First time meeting the owners) and telling them about Noah and how my hubby wasn't here to see him born they told me to pick out another bunch of flowers cause they love locals and support military families. How amazing is that? People have such kind hearts. I also set up his card, a couple of cheesy heart glasses and put a bottle of grape juice (fancy grape juice! *Not kidding, lol*) on the chill.
I started to play with Noah and Michael walks in with some roses hidden behind his back and a chessey smile. The BEST Valentines Day gift in the world!! My hubby home with me. It was just icing on the cake that he got me pretty pink roses. I made a quick simple dinner of Tri-tip and cheesey scalloped potatoes. Took all of 40 min. to make. Then cookies and milk for desert.
Noah has been an EXCELLENT eater!! He ate sweet potatoes and oatmeal for dinner. Polished him off with a bottle and a few lullabies.
What a perfectly wonderful day :) I honestly couldn't be more happy.
Here's some pics of tonight:

Dinner

Daddy and Noah

Too silly haha

Him telling me it's time for bed

My little sugar

The set up I made for Mikey
*Please note the camis so wonderfully placed on the chair after he came home :)*

MY ROSES @>-----^----- Yay!

Help? :(

The way my blog looks is SO BOREING! I want cool pics and buttons on my page. I've been trying to figure it out but have no luck. Help anyone?

Avoiding deployment woes

How do you avoid the unavoidable? The nonavoidableness? Nonavoidably? In any case, I've been trying but now I'm obsessed. I've never been a "moto" wife but I find myself watching moto movies daily and trying to resist the urge to comment 'oorah' on my friends' status updates about how their loved ones companies are coming home.
Not only did my husband miss the last, and most exciting part of not only my pregnancy (kicking and spinning. Very entertaining!) AND birth.. Did I mention BIRTH! Of our first born and possibly only child? Yeah, well now first birthday is in jepordy. First steps.. First Christmas where he is actually able to open gifts. Actual name recognition (mom! dad! cat! aahhhnee (Which would prob. mean auntie, lol).
I lost my train of thought. I suppose all of stress and hard times that we have gone through and are about to face again has got me a little more proud of my husband and his job in the Marine Corps then usual. Dont get me wrong. I have always been proud! I hang my flags. I say "My husband is a Marine" with my shoulders back and chin up. Those camis and blues are definitely something to drool over. Sometimes that's half the charm of the corps. When they are gone for so long and you finely get a photo of the man you miss more then your heart can handle in dirty tan digitals surrounded by camo and fencing and big impressive guns. Tends to get you a little.
Anyways, he came home yesterday saying he could be getting deployed late this year. He will most likely be training the month of Noah's birthday. Blah blah. I didn't want to hear it. I still dont. Hopefully it will change. We thought he was going on a MEU.. that changed. Now this. Idk. Until his name is on a list I shouldn't worry. But I still do. I don't want him to leave. I don't want him to miss Noah's milestones. I don't want to worry every single second for 7 months straight.
He isnt on a list yet and I miss him already.
Semper Gumby. Always flexable.

Good nutrition with a side of confusion

Is nothing safe anymore? That's what I like to know. If you are what you eat, then why am I not eating better? I am thirsty for more knowledge about food but I'm honestly ending up a little more confused then when I'm started. I suppose you have to take all information with a bit of salt... Or is salt not ok? in moderation you say? O.k. I get it.. I think?

Cooked veggies, steamed veggies, organic vs. non organic (organic doesn't matter?), "Free range" chicken is'nt free range?? FDA is'nt our friend? (Any company can just purchase an "FDA approval")

So what am I supposed to believe? What ever happened to good old 'farm your food your self'. Raise the chickens. Raise the cows. Have a good nutritional meal every day from your hard work (yay exercise), good soil and a quality meal your body can rely on.

I'm getting back to a healthy lifestyle again. I almost forgot I'm a Holistic Health Practitioner there for awhile. It's going to be hard to stop the addiction of sugar and over processed things that I have been noming for a long time now. And to top the difficulty, my husband hates anything veggie. Oh boy. 

That's it!!

So that's it. I'm done.  It's been a long tiresome relationship but I think it's time to break up. That's right! I'm talking about you, you stupid extra 20 lbs of weight. You've been hitching a free ride for much to long and I'm going to dump you quicker then you can say "Just one more cookie wont hurt!"

I got my guns loaded too. Portion control research and application, gym going (With day care whoo hoo) and beach walks 3 times a week.

I'm aiming this weight loss to when Noah turns 1 year. Which is a lb every 2.5 weeks. Doable I hope?

No more mom jeans.. I demand my old wardrobe back!! The sun will shine extra hard the day I dust the top of that box off and put my little black dress on.

Settling back in

So I'm all moved in now. Mike is home. Bills are on their way. Dinner needs to be cooked. Noah is screaming to be picked up and life is a little less easy. But a lot better now that I have my independence. I guess there is just something about drinking your own milk that makes it that much more fulfilling.

Life as it was is now settled down back to the way it was (For the most part) but as we're settling, we are also preparing for another deployment. Which means home movie making for Noah while he is away (he'll be 1 yr. 1 month by the time he leaves), "quality time" playing video games that are too addicting to put down until you go to bed and watching the calender until I have to see you later again.

I know it will be 10 months that he'll be back... and it's a MEU... and he'll be here for Noah's 1st Bday...  Blah blah blah. Lucky me.. Right??
Dosn't mean I have to like him leaving. But that's Military.

On to a hopeful note, I'm looking for a job. Hopefully a maid job. I really don't care about cleaning other people's mess'. I actually might enjoy it. Why is cleaning other people's mess' less tasking? lol

I hope I get that job.. and in the mean time I'll be working on getting my massage lisence.