Army Life

my solider turned aviator

Yielding My Fears

That Soldier of mine graduate flight school 4 months ago. Earned his wings and such. And then came blog silence. There was some legit busyness, but mostly it was out of fear. 4 more months of not blogging out of fear. I’m sure most bloggers have fears, fears they feel entitled to, whether they are rational or not. My fear…

DutyStation

Going Home?

In God’s infinite kindness, the Army let us know (very early) that we will {ok might, in the army it’s always might} be moving back to Hawaii come May. Being the realist that I am, the excitement will come when I am settling us into and decorating The Island House part deux. Thankfully everyone I know has outwardly expressed the…

Dining Room

The Dining Room in the Southern House

Here it is! The dining room here in The Southern House. Although it’s our dining room we tend to use it more for school, My Soldier studying, sewing projects, coloring, and setting stuff down and not touching it for weeks. {totally had to move piles of flight school paraphernalia off of the table to take these photos} We do very…

quiet spaces

My Soldier has been gone for 3 weeks. I talked to him for the 1st time today. I got to wish him a ‘Happy Veteran’s Day.’ It made my heart happy. I’ve spent 3 weeks not really talking, doing my best impersonation of a recluse. {a recluse with a caffeine addiction and short temper.} In all of my time hiding…

and so it begins

My Soldier left on Monday to start the first of many courses in flight school. So once again he’s gone. And since he is gone, we have resumed a slower pace of life. I make a point to remove all stress-inducers from our life. Keeping busy is not how we thrive when My Soldier is away. Business and I don’t…

on raising army brats

I unashamedly call my 3 children the Army Brats. Largely because that is what they are. Army Brat (or Military Brat) is a term that most people are familiar with. Sadly, in American culture it can have a negative connotation because of it’s association with the the term ‘brat.’ But when I say ‘Army Brat’ it really should be ‘Army…

on mothering my 3rd

The Peanut will be 2 months old tomorrow. I feel like I should get his newborn photos up here on the ol bligity blog before he’s headed to kindergarten. Everyone warned me of the chaos and work that is adding a 3rd child. They warned of multiple siblings lashing out and struggling to adjust. They warned me of how detrimental…

planning a pcs – packing the luggage

Warning: This Post is Long Very Long But I Am Anxious To Be Done With This Topic and Move Onto Other Items The number of times I have lived out of a suitcase for extended periods of time is a bit ridiculous. It was shockingly commonplace in my life before I got married and long before My Soldier became a…

planning a pcs – the paper trail

We just got back from a whirlwind 4-day weekend in Atlanta. There was an over-abundance of my loud family. It was lovely. Let’s get back to the PCS; shall we? Planning for a PCS is a lot of work. Even more so if you are without your household goods for an extended period of time. Ours was made more complicated…