Life

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…

moose’s moving tips

Actually it’s more like Moose’s packing tips but ‘Moose’s Moving Tips’ has a better ring to it. Moose was the lead packer from the moving company who did our pack out. He was a big, local, North Shore guy and he let me pick his brain for his years of packing wisdom. I’ve combined his tips along with our own…

our new army brat

So it’s been 2.5 months. Yup. I’ve completely ignored the blogosphere for 2.5 months. I’d apologize, but it was necessary. Here’s the Reader’s Digest version… At the end of May we packed up and packed out. We then spent a week-ish in a less-than-4-star Army hotel. On June 2nd we boarded a plane with my super sick 32-week pregnant self…

in limbo

Sorry for the lack of blogging. We packed out last week and this week we are stuck in a hotel. {yay!} Saturday afternoon we fly to Atlanta to stay with my in-laws till our car arrives. If you want some comedy in your life, please try PCSing in your third trimester. It’s a hoot. The hotel we’re staying in has…

un-nesting

We are less than a week away from the packers {not the green bay variety but equally large hawaiian and samoan men} arriving to pack our house. I’m dragging my feet on SO many tasks because it’s the exact opposite of what I want to be doing. I’ve got that 3rd trimester nesting instinct. It seems to be heightened by…

last call

I went to my 1st Memorial Service for a fallen soldier yesterday. Except this time is was for 4 fallen soldiers. I didn’t even know these men and yet I wept during the service. I was one of the few in a room of a LOT of women who could squeeze my soldier’s hand for comfort. The bulk of the…

sorting my life

This is my life right now. Sorting, purging, sorting, and a bit more purging. This is actually a picture of My Soldier attempting to sort his professional gear into one area of the house. {pro gear doesn’t count towards our weight allowance, so if you walk into our front door right now it looks like a hunting lodge} The boxes…