WOW

No, not WOW as in awed or surprised, but WOW as in World of Warcraft.

I hate the game for many reasons. For one, it's a stupid game that you spend hours on end just running somewhere. Second, my husband plays it (thanks to a certain sailor friend) and he sometimes will play it for 12, 14 even 16 hours. Since we've had Samantha, he hasn't had as many of those days, but today he played it for about 6 hours. Who knows if he was playing it while I was gone for a few hours. At times he pays more attention to WOW than he does to the baby and I. It's frustrating. For about three hours I'd been asking him to take Samantha downstairs so she could crawl around (my back is so messed up I can't bend down and crawl around with her, so he does) and I kept getting the same answer, "just need to finish this one thing".

*sigh*

He said he deleted it off the computer so he couldn't play it anymore. Yeah, right. Let me guess, it just hopped up into the computer and reinstalled itself and made you play it? Hmmm, ok, I see.

I hate WOW. Why can't you "WOW Heads" just play an hour or two? Why does it always have to be the good part of a day?

I didn't vote for President Obama, but I am begging him now to make WOW illegal. It wouldn't be that hard...it would actually force the unemployed and lazy to get off their asses.

Or God, please zap WOW off the Earth. I'll never ask for anything again.

Well...

...okay, that's a lie. I still want that pink pony I asked for in Second Grade.

Samantha Screams

Our daughter has always know how to do an angry/in-pain/fed-up scream/cry which thanks to Prevacid she only does on occasion, but that new sound she started at the theater? It seems that she really loved that new sound and is now letting out said high-pitched squeal/scream every chance she gets. When she wakes up, she'll do the "attention" squeal; while in her bouncer it is an "excited" squeal with a smile; and if you're making her do something she doesn't want to, like nap, or trying to keep her from doing something she wants to, it's a "protest" squeal. The protest squeal is the funniest one I think because she knows she is doing it, perhaps thinking, "I am going to keep making this loud annoying sound until you do what I want". She always has that mischievous look on her face. It is too cute but not so much when you want to sleep.

Thank God for baby monitors with volume control. :-)

"Knowing" With Baby in Tow

Last night Ryan really wanted to see a movie, and as much as I wanted to stay home I gave in and decided to go with him. This of course meant that Samantha would have to come with us. We fed her, wore her out in the jumperoo (or so we thought) and were on our way.

We decided to see a movie that had been out for awhile because it isn't as packed which makes it easier for us having Sam. We chose "Knowing" with Nicholas Cage, even though I was hesitant about how it would effect a 6m old. We live in a small town with a six screen theater, rooms that only seat maybe 75, and extremely uncomfortable seats that are probably from 1940, so our choices are very limited. Seeing as how she loves to watch "NCIS" and "House", I guess I wasn't too worried. Samantha loves the TV. If it is on, she won't listen to or look at you. She hates the annoying preschool shows like "Backyardigans" and "Dora" which makes me happy. How do I know she doesn't like them? Because she gets mad and looks at me as if to say, "Mother! I do not want to watch this crap!". She loves the Disney Channel shows such as "Hannah Montana", "Suite Life" and "Wizards of Waverly Place". She also LOVES Spongebob and will talk to him all day long. Well, talk to the TV anyway. When any of these shows come on while she's in her jumperoo, she gets very excited and starts bouncing up a storm.

Back to the movie...

She did fairly well. A theater screen is a mega giant TV to a little baby, and in the beginning she was sitting on my knee, leaning on the seat in front of her, eyes fixated on the screen. It was so cute. Once I handed her to Daddy she wasn't so willing anymore. We fed her a good 8 ounces while there, and although she was very tired, she just couldn't go to sleep because God forbid she miss anything on her big, amazing TV. Towards the middle she started to let out tiny little shrieks, a sound we'd never heard before. We weren't sure if it was due to excitement or bordem, but I think she was doing it on purpose because as soon as I took her out of the theater room, she wouldn't do it. Every single time.

Eventually I just stood at the back rocking her, and whispering her favorite songs in her ears. It helped, and she stayed quiet as long as she could see the screen. I shielded her eyes from the most "inappropriate" parts, which she didn't like but as soon as I sat down in the back and sang a little louder to her, she accepted it and was fine. (By inappropriate I mean the crashing, fiery or other scenes a baby might retain and have nightmares about.) The ending was happy and serene and she was glad I let her watch it.

All in all, it wasn't too bad but I think we'll stick to just kid movies at the theater for now. Her little noises probably annoyed some of the adults which is understandable, but in a kid movie, loud and boisterous is totally appropriate and expected. Next week we'll probably take her to see "Monsters vs. Aliens" as she gets a kick out of the animated movies. Maybe we'll even take her to the "Hannah Montana" movie coming out soon. She might like that.

The movie itself was okay. I won't ruin it for any of you but the ending was disappointing as it is oh so typical and overused in my opinion.

Over the weekend at home, Ryan and I watched "Marley & Me" and "Seven Pounds". "Marley" was utterly disappointing because it turned out to be not so much a comedy as the ending was morbid, and I bawled my eyes out like a little baby. "Seven Pounds" started out confusing and we stopped with thirty minutes left to go as we were bored. After last night's movie we decided to finish those last thirty minutes and were very surprised at the ending. It all made sense and we agreed that it was a good movie.

That's all for now. I'll let you know how the next theater attempt goes.

Having a Bad Day? Just Cry.

I am having one of those days. Sick of family and friends who won't visit; sick of some saying they can't afford it and then they buy an iTouch. Sick of those who can afford it asking us to pay their way. It's not for Ryan and I; it is for our baby. She deserves family and friends. That is why I am so hurt by this.

I am angry; I know I need to consult the big guy on this one but I don't want to. So for now, I'll just cry.

Blessed

I am working on a post concerning yesterday's events, but for now I'd like to say this:

I am blessed.
For my Husband and Daughter, my family, being a Navy Wife, knowing God, for having Jeanne Hite in my life, for my house, my possessions, and everything else.

I am blessed.

I would also like to add that my daughter was wonderful yesterday. I am as proud as any mother can be. She was quiet at the service, and charmed the pants off of everyone. At the reception I can't count how many people said, "Thank you for bringing your daughter", especially Lt. Hite's mother and his wife, Jeanne.

I love my little girl.

The Hand of God

My Mum forwarded this to me via email. I like the message at the end. I thought it was a neat little story that I should share. The story itself is true.


His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money.

Love like you've never been hurt.

Dance like nobody's watching.

Sing like nobody's listening.

Live like it's Heaven on Earth.

May there always be work for your hands to do;

May your purse always hold a coin or two;

May the sun always shine on your windowpane;

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;

May the hand of a friend always be near you;

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

Lieutenant Hite, You Will Be Missed

At 2000 EST (8:00PM) on March 17th, 2009, Lieutenant L. Hite of the NAS Pax River Police Department lost his life to a Pulmonary Embolism.

Lt. Hite was not very old in age; he was a husband, father, grandfather, boss, co-worker, mentor, friend and buddy. My husband was very fond of him as the Lt was not only his mentor but a friend as well. Military and DOD personnel from all over the world are responding to the loss of their dear friend.

My heart goes out to everyone touched by this, but especially to his wife. It was Mrs. Hite that discovered his body. I could not imagine coming home to discover my husband in that condition. I cannot fathom such a thing, but I know that she was not alone. Nobody is strong enough to face such a thing on their own. God was with her last night, He is with her now and Lt. Hite is now our angel. I know he'll look over all his buddies and family and keep them safe.


Please keep the Hite family and the 611 crew in your prayers (611 is the police station's building number. The officers refer to it as "6-11" instead of a "department" or "station"). The "fallen officer" black stripe has been respectfully placed on all officers and MAs badges as well as across the badge decals on the police cruisers. A banner has also been hung at 611.

"In Valor There is Hope" - Quote from the NLEO Memorial

Sleeping Woes

Yes, it is almost 0600 and I am still awake for a number of reasons.

Ry is on graveyard this month, and I always hate it. Not only do I have to sleep alone - which usually doesn't go great because, well, he's not here - and when he gets home he has to sleep while the baby and I quietly play downstairs. The second problem is that Sam's sleeping schedule is all sorts of messed up. It just started a few days ago; her usual bedtime is between 2100 and 2200. It has been slowly creeping up and last night/this morning she did not go to sleep until 0300. I tried everything. Not only is she not going to bed at a decent time, she is also sleeping like a newborn. She used to take about thirty to one hour naps every two or three hours. Now she is sleeping two, three sometimes four hours at a time. I know what you're thinking: just wake her up. That would work if she actually agreed with that, but you wake her up before SHE wants to and we get crabby, stubborn Sam.

I just don't know what to do. We try baths, feeding her really well, and everything you can think of. She's cutting her first tooth but it doesn't hurt her, as she is extremely bubbly while awake. Is excess sleeping attributed to that? Perhaps her Prevacid (Reflux Med)?

I think it's time to go google, since I can't sleep anyway.

***Update***

I read up on it and neither of the above mentioned have anything to do with her sleep patterns. I need some good advice on this one.

So Much to Do, So Little Motivation

There are so many things I need to blog about. Events that I need to write down, mostly for my own recollection, so they will never be forgotten. My pregnancy - what I can remember - S's birth, the past 5 months, etc.


So much to do.

First Wedding Anniversary

Today marks the day Ryan and I chose to be with each other til death due us part.

That's right folks! Our first wedding anniversary is today and nobody is as shocked as we are! Well, not really. We knew we'd make it because we took vows. To some people they are just words, but to us it was everything it was supposed to be - a vow before God; a promise to never break those vows no matter what comes our way. We even promised each other things in private, but one vow that was implied but not included is to never divorce, ever. Ryan is so fearful of the big D-word because it has happened in life (not TO him) and he does not want to fail at what used to be such a precious union. The divorce rate is so high it is ridiculous, no wonder people worry! They should! Stupid teenagers, greedy soldiers/sailors, and some celebrities take marriage so lightly. It's no big deal to get an annulment or divorce. Who cares! We'll try again!

Well not us. My husband and I want to have that perfect 1950's family. It won't be easy, at times it won't be pretty, but we will have it, because we believe. In God, in love and in us. We believe.

Happy One Year, Sailor. I love you.