Life is crazy

There you are, wondering how in the hell you missed TWO months go by, and BAM! Life throws you a curve ball.

I've been enjoying my 15 month old's burgeoning personality (but not the tantrums) and his increasing communication skills, when I get up from the computer after checking my email/Facebook and a wave to rival The Perfect Storm of nausea and dizziness hits me so hard I have to plop my butt back down. Really? No way.

I know that pregnancy tests tell you to take it first thing in the morning, but when you take it at one in the afternoon and it yells at you that you're pregnant, it's a pretty safe bet that it's a positive pregnancy test.

Thanks to being AMA (Advanced Maternal Age - why don't they just say, "DAMN!") I got to have the first ultrasound yesterday at almost 9 weeks. Got to see the Small Fry's (I have a thing for potatoes, what can I say?) arm and leg stumps and hear the heartbeat. Pretty cool and such a relief. Obviously there is a way to go, but we are definitely on the right track.

And you, dear readers, get to see lots of pictures and hear me bitching about people, which is really what I do best!

Speaking of photos, here's how we announced it on Facebook yesterday:

Now I get to deal with all of the extras that come with being 40 and pregnant. And the questions from total strangers. And the comments.  I am so looking forward to that. /sarcasm

So I do not end this wonderful news on a sour note, here is a picture of the soon-to-be big brother with his monkey Frank:

Teach your children well

If you didn't know, I live across the river from Steubenville, Ohio.

*crickets*

Yep. If you thought everything regarding the rape trial was disgusting from where you are, imagine how I feel. When it's not local, some of the ugliness is muted.  It's horrible, this whole situation. But being connected to the town, shopping there, eating there, having friends there - it is more in-your-face. And it's not just the ugliness of social media that pisses me off, it the local community as well. One lady that I craft with is obsessed about trying to figure out who this girl is. Who her parents are, etc. et al. It's gruesome the way some people relish the news. The way they discuss who it could be along with all of the gory detail that they have gleamed from others. The delight in their eyes when they know something you don't and inform whether you want to know or not.

But if it has taught me one thing, it is this. I will be a parent. I will be involved. And I will pray that I will raise my son with knowledge, with courtesy, with respect, knowing right from wrong and most of all, with the courage to stand up for himself, and stand up for others when they cannot.

It's been a busy year

And it's only going to get busier.

This is going to be short and quick, seeing as it's naptime and I have a TON of things to do!

Two weeks ago, we celebrated the little one's first birthday.  And last week was his one year doctor appointment, with shots.  Yuck.

My beautiful baby boy

I can't believe I ate the whole thing!

He's grown 10 inches and gained 10 lbs since he was born. He has eight teeth and is drooling like a rabid dog.  He's not only walking, he's practically running around the house. He's saying a few words and knows how to make the sign for "more".  I love his laugh. His smile is infectious.  And I love him with all of my heart.

So I'm back...for now

Life has simply gotten in the way.  I had to make the hard decision to get rid of another blog that I've had since 2004, at least.  So if I can remember (the magic 8 Ball says it doesn't look good) I'll try and post here.

Our son's first birthday is coming up next month.  He's walking.  Somewhat.  He's awesome.  I love spending time with him.  Which is why I really haven't blogged in a while.  When he was sleeping a lot, I could do more.  Now I'm lucky if I eat.  So I'm going to try and blog.  Maybe if I set some sort of a date, like the same day every month, I can ease my way back into it.  Then who knows, I might blog your computer screen off.  Or something like that.

We'll see what happens.

You have to begin somewhere

I figured the the day the Tater Tot turns 6 months is a good of a time as any.

Meet the tiny Tater:

This may be a new blog, but blogging is definitely not new to me. I've had various incarnations of throwing my life out into the ether since at least 1999. I just figured it was time for something new. Like my kid.  

I never know how to start these things. Do I give you my life history? Do I just jump in and see if anyone asks me any questions? Do I explain what my plan is for this particular blog? Truth is, I have no idea. I'm winging it this time. I figured since my life is in chaos and has been since the last day I wore a uniform, I might as well cartwheel into everything from now on.

I will warn everyone, I curse like a Sailor. You can take the girl out of the Navy, but not the Navy out of the girl.

I hope you come back, if you've made it this far. :)