There is no place like home...

I have been reconfirmed in my pure disdain of flying. Too many people. Too many things going on. Too many things that can go wrong. Lines. Teeny tiny little seats. Motion sickness. No taking a time out. Horrible little bathrooms. I could go on.
I decided that I am a road trip person. I don't care how long it takes me to get there. It is much better driving. I am in my own enviroment. I choose who I sit next to. I choose if I need to pull over and take a break. I control the sounds in my Jeep. I have a spacious heated seat that is really quite comfy. I guess the key word in there is control. I am a self proclaimed control freak. I like things done my way and in my time.
The trip was okay. I got to see Daphne and her family which was wonderful. Her kids are getting so big and they are so much fun. Our girls remind me a lot of each other. I think they would of been the best of friends getting into some mischief or another if they had grown up next to each other. :)
The retirement ceremony, the whole point of going, was beautiful. I have actually never been to a retirement before but I think this one was extra special. Tim was a mentor to me right after I made Second Class. He had a huge part in me becoming a strong second class and I believe making First class so quickly. He is a wonderful man that always put everyone in front of himself. He refers to me as his little sister. :)
I had a good time and even got to sleep in one day, but I was so glad to be home with my babies. I left early on Sunday and went standby on the way home getting me there five hours earlier. I got to put them to bed that night. Bear still keeps telling me that he missed me. And I think that Bug has been hugging me a little bit tighter since I have been home.

Imagine This

Her imagination lately has been really blossoming. She loves to make believe and she loves to play with her babies. She loves to put them to bed and feed them and make them talk on the phone. Today I caught her with all of her babies in the bathroom. They were all taking turns going "paw-e" on her little toilet. She has named her babies zucchini (nini), apple, noodle, and cookie.

Here is Bear playing Peter Pan:
And Bug got to be Hook:

Feeding her sheep at the plant:

She loves when I swaddle her babies, this is "Nini and Cookie"

That is Apple in the back that is talking on the phone:

Almost

She has been very much into dressing herself lately. We still have some work to do in that area though.

She is still learning the whole two legs holes = one for each leg. She would be golden if she were a mermaid though.

And she has got the putting on shoes thing down. Now we just have to work on matching the shoes first and using one left shoe and one right shoe.

She has also started showing great interest in the potty. Everytime Bear or myself goes, she has to get naked and sit on her potty too. She has yet to actually potty in the toilet, but I am intrigued at her interest in it. I know that it will be well over a year before we really start, and I am not going to push her into it, but when it is her idea, I am fine with playing along.

The icing on the cake

Finally got the chandelier up in her room. Now I just have to fix the paint thing and her room will be done! Isn't it pur-dy? It makes the room feel so-I can't even think of the word but I kind of want to put one in my room now!

Snow much fun

rf''//;;;

Silliness

Silly Potatoe Heads

Trying to hula-hoop with the Wii

Chillin with "Tewa"

Bubblebath from Christmas:

Blueberry pancake face:

My 400th post had to be about poop...

So I woke up from my nap to the words, "there is poop on my floor." I can equal this feeling to the same thing as sleeping on the ship and hearing the GQ alarm going off. First response? Oh S***.
I sprang out of bed to see what was wrong. I sent him to my bathroom to stand there while I went and checked out the damage in his room. I peeked in and new that it was not a joke, although I am not sure if this is something he would joke about. And that it was bigger than a five minute job. So I went back to him with the diaper wipes this time and started cleaning him off. And the story came out. "I was bending over to get pick out some books and the poop just came out fast mommy." I get rid of my angry pants at this point and kept listening. He has not had a poop accident in over nine months, so I am assuming he got sick. "And then I tried to clean it up by myself to help you." So as I am scraping the dried on poop off of his butt I am putting it together in my head. He got sick, took off his pants and underwear, poop got on the floor, he then tried to clean it up himself. While he did this, the poop on his butt dried out. I stuck him in my shower and told him to stand there and hose off. I then went to his room. Poor dear had taken diaper wipes and "helpfully" smeared the poop into the carpet in three different places. And of course I don't have any carpet cleaner. Or anything like it. Is swear I had some simple green, but I have no idea where that is. So I grab kitchen cleaner. Cleaner is cleaner right? No. Bleach should not go on carpet. Now the damage I did is not so bad, I have really light carpets so it is not blaringly obvious. And the poop is up and that is all I care about.
Now in the real world, someone would of gotten overtime for this, and in the military hazard duty pay and most assuradly a NAM. My reward came in the form of a little boy in the shower singing his heart out to Barbara Ann. I would still like to know where to submit my paperwork though.