quiet here too
sleep. i need more of it.my baby doesn't seem to need nearly as much.not during the day. not during the night.the days are ticking and tocking downto the day when my husband returns and i hadso so so wanted to be done and donewith this and thatbut it isn't to be solife happens, and death does too.and i will embrace this moment with open arms.and i will hope to return to this bloggy spacesoon

Deployed, part 4
I've never been much good at asking for help. Perhaps it is the one bit of stoic Minnesotan in me. I don't actually have much trouble accepting help -- it is just the asking part that I can't stomach. I sucked it up the other day and asked a friend to watch the baby while I made a dreaded visit to the dentist. Mind you, I'd not yet had a babysitter for j, not other than my parents. I just kept putting it off, mostly in the name of his lacking sleep habits. The time, however, had come so I asked, she obliged, and j was smiling when I returned. Phew.The next day this friend emailed and said she'd talked to a few of the other girls (airmen wives, all of them) and t

Deployed, part 3
He always said the halfway point would be the hardest. The novelty wears off and the end is still too far away. More than ever, he feels worlds away.Because I'm here and he's there and we are oceans apart. And my life here is sleep-deprived, yes, but relatively simple. As my mother says, "You just do baby things for awhile." Yes, lots and lots of baby things for me. And with the looming threat of Swine flu, I'm being extra cautious about being out and about with the babe.We were going to visit J in the Philippines this month, but Swine flu is kept us stateside. A tough

month 5
Baby J,You, my snuggle bug, are a bundle of excitement this month. You discovered the art of shrieking then razzing, the latter of which -- thankfully -- seemed to replace the former before I lost an ear drum. You get soooooo excited about the new noises you can make. Or about your new ways of moving. Or about tak

whiskey tango foxtrot
Not much more than a year ago, I was suffering through the world's longest winter in Minnesota.Sun. I needed sun. Desperately.A friend hooked three of us up on a last minute flight to Florida. Free. On a private jet. (Twist my arm. Please.) Her lawyer friend could use the company on his plane. When we met for trip planning drinks, our pilot asked only that we wear short skirts. (Which, no, but nice try.