Well it's about that time again...I'm due to write an update on how the Z family is doing. There are a few things of note that are going on lately, so I'll just jump right in.
As you all know, Sunday was July 4th, the United States of America's day of independence. We made plans to spend the day with my family in Galt as we've done in the past, which was a lot of fun...when we got there. Leah's been in full teething mode lately so we arrived MUCH later than planned (6pm) since we didn't wake up until 1:30pm with our little insomniac. Calculate shower time for 2 adults, a thick head of curls that needed to be straightened (yes, NEEDED - anyone who's seen my poodle hair can vouche for me that it is a necessity), cupcakes that needed to be put in a holder, a dog that needed to be taken out as well as given plenty of fresh food and water, packing a diaper bag, and feeding, changing, and dressing an 11 month old....and you'll have arrived at a late departure as well! Thankfully there was no traffic on the way and we made good time on the drive down. We got to eat lots of yummy food, spent some time socializing and enjoying company, then we watched the fireworks show. My cousins also set off some fireworks at home that Leah was terrified of - she didn't even like the sparklers Christian bought for me! We had fun and even though we got home very late (1am) it was worth it. My family got to take pictures with Leah, and we will hopefully be stopping by one more time this coming weekend to drop off and extra food or cleaning supplies we have after the house is packed up since it won't do us any good. Then it'll be a long while until we see them again.
Wednesday is day 1 of packing up the house....and it will be complete on Friday. We're debating whether or not we're staying here in the house Friday - Wednesday when we have no furniture or entertainment of any sort...the military will only pay for 5 days of hotel & food costs for us so that leaves us with 4 days out of pocket if we choose not to stay here. It would only be ~$400 but there are pros and cons to both decisions. I have a feeling we'll end up going to a hotel because Leah will get tired of being in an empty house VERY quickly. I'm still in disbelief we're moving. I don't think I'll really accept it until I wake up in a hotel at 4am feeling very hungry and tired. Even then I might just blame my weird pregnancy dreams. We are down to less than 2 weeks until we'll be in Japan...less than 2 weeks until we start on the third most exciting journey of our lives. It's going to be incredible.
Christian had a 4 day weekend which has sadly come to a close, so he is asleep. Leah is sitting here with me eating a multi-grain cracker (since she's still on a cracker binge we got her a healthier option), and Kairi is asleep on the floor looking goofy. I am exhausted, and would really like to be asleep, but Leah's got a slight fever that I think is once again teething related. Instead I have the washer and dryer going. I might as well get the rest of this laundry done if I'm going to be up anyways, right? Tomorrow we'll be packing our suitcases so it would be a good thing to get done any ways. Leah will be in cloth diapers only through tomorrow, then we'll be packing them up and having them sent with our early shipment so they will be delivered once we have a house again. Back to the days of disposable diapers stinking up my trash can....sigh. My super sensitive pregnant nose can smell trash from a mile away so it won't be a fun 2 weeks, but such is life. I'm hoping since we've been on the housing waiting list for a little over a month now we'll be offered a house within a decent time frame...and that the house is pet friendly!
This morning (er afternoon) I woke up to some very noticeable baby "kicks". They aren't super strong or externally visible, but Christian and I were both able to feel the baby move around for a few minutes throughout the day if we sat and put a hand on my stomach. It's amazing to think that at 18 weeks our child is already developed enough to make them self known. In just a little over a week we'll be able to make the big announcement about the sex of little Baby Z...I can't wait! I think I might go buy an IntelliGender testing kit for kicks & giggles...it would be interesting to see if it is able to accurately determine the baby's sex in advance.
This took about 40 minutes for me to type up, thanks to my child demanding another cracker and getting mad at me for having electronics near her haha, so I think I will end it here. Hopefully I'll be able to update again later in the week before we lose internet. Until then, stop by our Flickr Account to see some updates pictures of our family.
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Every day is Father's Day
Today is Father's Day.
Last year around this time all we could do was talk about how quickly my due date was approaching, how soon we'd be parents. Parents!! Even though I was nearly 50lbs heavier and had a round stomach you could easily mistake for a watermelon I don't think we really understood how much our lives would be changing in a few short weeks. We chose to celebrate Mother's and Father's Day in 2009 despite the fact that I was still pregnant - we wanted to have fun and to go out celebrate. We bought little gifts and ate at a "fancy" restaurant (aka we broke our usual $20 budget). Back then I think that's what we expected Mother's/Father's Day to be. Presents, going out to dinner, little pat on the back to and from one another.
This year, my husband is a father no matter your opinion or view on pregnancy and when a "baby is considered a baby" - he has a living, breathing, high-maintenance 11-month-old daughter who loves her daddy to death. Next year he'll get to celebrate with two little ones (plus our furbaby Kairi of course!).
Today wasn't anything special like last year was. Christian actually let me sleep in (go figure!) and when I did wake up (at noon, mind you) he was sitting in the living room with Leah watching the Brazil vs. Ivory Coast soccer match. Both of them were content, just watching the ball get kicked back and forth, a frenzy of color as the teams swapped possession. He had changed her diaper, fed her, and kept her entertained while I unintentionally slept the morning away. We ordered pizza for lunch, and ate together as the game came to a close. I asked a few times if he'd thought of a gift he'd like or somewhere he'd like to go...and the only thing he came up with is he'd liked a new soccer ball, and his iPod replaced, though he doesn't want either in the immediate future.
So instead of fight the crowds to go out to dinner, or spending money on unnecessary "because it's the right thing to do" gifts, we spent our day at home, together, at my husbands request. Because really, that's all he wanted for Father's Day - to spend time with his girls without distraction or interruption. Without Leah, he wouldn't have a reason to celebrate Father's Day. I find it fitting that he spent 'his' day focusing on her instead of himself.
When you think about it, you don't need to go out or buy presents to make it Father's Day anymore than you need to buy cards and gifts to make it Valentine's Day, Christmas, or your birthday - you just need the people that make that day important around you.
Last year around this time all we could do was talk about how quickly my due date was approaching, how soon we'd be parents. Parents!! Even though I was nearly 50lbs heavier and had a round stomach you could easily mistake for a watermelon I don't think we really understood how much our lives would be changing in a few short weeks. We chose to celebrate Mother's and Father's Day in 2009 despite the fact that I was still pregnant - we wanted to have fun and to go out celebrate. We bought little gifts and ate at a "fancy" restaurant (aka we broke our usual $20 budget). Back then I think that's what we expected Mother's/Father's Day to be. Presents, going out to dinner, little pat on the back to and from one another.
This year, my husband is a father no matter your opinion or view on pregnancy and when a "baby is considered a baby" - he has a living, breathing, high-maintenance 11-month-old daughter who loves her daddy to death. Next year he'll get to celebrate with two little ones (plus our furbaby Kairi of course!).
Today wasn't anything special like last year was. Christian actually let me sleep in (go figure!) and when I did wake up (at noon, mind you) he was sitting in the living room with Leah watching the Brazil vs. Ivory Coast soccer match. Both of them were content, just watching the ball get kicked back and forth, a frenzy of color as the teams swapped possession. He had changed her diaper, fed her, and kept her entertained while I unintentionally slept the morning away. We ordered pizza for lunch, and ate together as the game came to a close. I asked a few times if he'd thought of a gift he'd like or somewhere he'd like to go...and the only thing he came up with is he'd liked a new soccer ball, and his iPod replaced, though he doesn't want either in the immediate future.
So instead of fight the crowds to go out to dinner, or spending money on unnecessary "because it's the right thing to do" gifts, we spent our day at home, together, at my husbands request. Because really, that's all he wanted for Father's Day - to spend time with his girls without distraction or interruption. Without Leah, he wouldn't have a reason to celebrate Father's Day. I find it fitting that he spent 'his' day focusing on her instead of himself.
When you think about it, you don't need to go out or buy presents to make it Father's Day anymore than you need to buy cards and gifts to make it Valentine's Day, Christmas, or your birthday - you just need the people that make that day important around you.
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