New Craftings...Army Style

the clay centers were made for me by someone on etsy... LOVE THAT PLACE!

(also trying my hand at taking pictures of them on poster board... now I know apparently the background and flash make a HUGE difference!)

this one is of JP Policastro, sent to Jamie for her baby shower! Karlie was born a month early early this week!

We've Got Cabin Fever

When you're iced in, our little apartment starts to feel REALLY SMALL REALLY FAST! So clothes have exploded, dishes have exploded and thanks to Grant, all of the toys have exploded too!
(and yes he did all of that by sitting and pulling everything out of the toy boxes)

Ice Ice baby

Ice and snow and freezing rain, oh my!
We're hanging in there but its cold and we're pretty much shut in. Geoff's class was cancelled today and I have a feeling that "school" for both boys will be shut down again tomorrow. Good news is that the satellite dish is back up and working so we're just hunkering down and praying the power/heat doesn't go out! Only a month a half left in Okla-freakin-homa! wooowwhhoooo

so... We Bought A House!

Househunting in North Carolina went well, and we ended up with a great house for a great deal!
can't ask for more right?!?
At the time I took the pictures I didn't know that this would be THE ONE so I didn't take pictures of everything and am now kicking myself. I'm hoping that the agent can get more pictures to me since we won't get to see it again before we own it, but for the time being here are some shots of our new place!

Bartlet Glen

Go Big Green Jets!

Grant has a favorite little toy called big blue jet (after the Little Einstein's vilan)... well when we're cheering for Jim and the NY Jets Grant yells GO BIG GREEN JET! and has evben been known to chant the J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets with us! So LETS GO BIG GREEN JETS! and Jim you have a whole green clad crew in north Carolina cheering for you!

He is SO Smart; S-M-R-T

So Grant blew me away today!
We were on our way home from school, stopped at a red light and a school bus pulled up beside us. Grant gets VERY excited when he sees school busses so he started yelling "Mommy, a school bus, a school bus" then his excitement kicked up a notch and he said "AND a STOPSIGN" because we were right beside the crossing arm. I asked him if he could spell Stop and he didn't quite get it so I asked "What letters were in Stop" and he told me S T O and P!
I am a very proud Mommy!

Tim the Tiny Turtle

We had a first in our house this weekend; Grant taught us a song!

We were sitting at the table and all of a sudden he started singing a song we'd never heard before, obviously something he learned at school but we could understand it clear as day! So I present to you, Grant and his Tiny Turtle Tim (complete with some motions)

P.S. He skips the same line everytime at the end but here are the words:

I had a baby turtle; His name was Tiny Tim; I put him in the bathtub To see if he could swim. He drank up all the water, He ate up all the soap, *Now he's stuck in bed with a bubble in his throat* Bubble, bubble, POP!!

Making of a Military Wife

When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."
The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"
"You are a genius," sighed the angel.
The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."