Okay, so I've been asked to talk about me and Dave a little bit more. Honestly I find it hard to talk about myself. I know your thinking "WHAT? NO WAY". But seriously once I became a mom I sorta put myself on the back burner. I know I shouldn't. I know I should think of myself more often. I know I should spend more time on myself. I know, I know, I know, but I don't. To me taking care of my kids and making sure my husband is happy is more important to me than going to the spa every month. I do take the time for yoga and pilates, but then again that's really only for 1 hour every other day. So unfortunately when I say not to much is happening with me its the truth. Unless you want to hear about how I went to Walmart to buy some milk and ended up spending $100 on everything else. And this one time I went to buy a picture frame at Hobby Lobby and walked out with a basket full of everything else but a picture frame.
Oh I just thought about something. I have allergies. The number one reason why we are not going to live in New Mexico. My allergies. If you have them then you understand. If you don't then here's what its like. A runny nose that even blowing doesn't clear, itchy eyes that feel like they are on fire. Itchy throat that drinking or gurgling doesn't help and the ever present sinus headache with so much pressure you which you could just squeeze it out. I tell you I would rather have a cold then allergies.
Oh I thought of something else. Ive finally started working on the kids scrapbooks. See even in my "free time" I'm thinking and doing for my family. I started a journal scrapbook for Brian and got all the way to his 1st birthday and poor Dylan only had his birth page done. I went to Hobby Lobby again, I think that store is evil by the way. I think it calls you and makes you spend money there. Sorry rambling again. I went to Hobby Lobby and stocked up on stickers and colorful paper and theme paper and scrap books for the twins. I'm actually surprised that I came home and found the time to work on the books. So, that's what I've been up to.
I do miss my husband and our daily dinner dish. We would come home from work and share the events of the day with each other while we are making dinner. Since Dave can not tell me what he is doing, I have to take the fact that his calls and emails mean that he is doing alright. I do get monthly reports from the FRG (Family Readiness Group)(the wives club)on the actions they are taking and missions they have completed, but its not the juicy scoop we all love to hear.
He had a lot to deal with this last few weeks. I know this because his voice was softer and his mood was lighter. Normally my David is goofy and makes me laugh over the dumbest things, but lately he is expressing his love and devotion. It is always wonderful to hear how much you are loved and missed, but it makes the separation harder when you can not physically show it. We miss each other and count down the months until we will all be together again.
You know we all take for granted what we have until its not there any more. I always took for granted how much David does until he is not around to do them. He takes the kids to the skateboard park, he cooks all the time, and he gives me hugs just because I walked past him. I really miss my hugs (yes I'm crying). So I will close this entry by saying, don't take for granted what your spouse does no matter how minimal it may seem.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Pictures
Here are the pictures for the past postings. Nick and his cracked head and Brian with the new glasses.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
School Started
Yeahoooo!!!! I can't tell you how happy I am that school finally started. Oh don't get me wrong I love having my boys around, just not ALL OF THE TIME. Not only were my boys here, but I took care of my 6 yr old nephew Ayden as well. Most of the time we had no problems. They played in the pool, rode bikes, played the Nintendo DS, and watched movies and ate popcorn. I even worked with each boy on school work and reading. I know your probably laughing at that considering that I have run on sentences. Haha. I did say most of the time we had no problems, but on the bad days I could feel the wrinkles permanently indent into my forehead. I ate cough drops to keep my throat from going raw and at the end of the evening I had a glass of wine.
Now that school has started the house is quite. I almost cant wait for the babies to wake up. I said almost.
Im not the only one who was excited for school to start. The boys were too. The night before they picked out the outfits they were going to wear and leave it up to Brian to put on a fashion show first. Dylan actually used soap in the bath and made sure he put clean socks in his pile of clothes. In the morning I got a call from the school saying they were on a 2 hour delay because someone slashed the buses tires. Dylan was not happy about that, he put on his backpack and sat on the couch to watch cartoons. Every 10 minutes they would ask if it was time to go to the bus stop. So in 2 hours my boys learned how to tell time on a regular analog clock. They were ready for school.
David is doing fine. The reality of this war hit home for me last week. One of his solders was killed and two were wounded by a suicide bomber. Its a very scary and upsetting thought that this is all totally real, but we hold our heads up and pray to God that will be the last one.
On to a better note. The boys are back in school!!!
Now that school has started the house is quite. I almost cant wait for the babies to wake up. I said almost.
Im not the only one who was excited for school to start. The boys were too. The night before they picked out the outfits they were going to wear and leave it up to Brian to put on a fashion show first. Dylan actually used soap in the bath and made sure he put clean socks in his pile of clothes. In the morning I got a call from the school saying they were on a 2 hour delay because someone slashed the buses tires. Dylan was not happy about that, he put on his backpack and sat on the couch to watch cartoons. Every 10 minutes they would ask if it was time to go to the bus stop. So in 2 hours my boys learned how to tell time on a regular analog clock. They were ready for school.
David is doing fine. The reality of this war hit home for me last week. One of his solders was killed and two were wounded by a suicide bomber. Its a very scary and upsetting thought that this is all totally real, but we hold our heads up and pray to God that will be the last one.
On to a better note. The boys are back in school!!!
Friday, August 8, 2008
kids
We found out that Brian needs glasses. He has a mild astigmatism and nearsighted. Maybe that is one in the same I'm not sure. I still haven't figured out all the wording. I let him pick out a pair of glasses and to my surprise he actually picked out a pair of simple rectangle glasses. I thought he would go for a "Harry Potter" style, but those are the kind he absolutely refused to even try on. He will get them in 7 to 10 days, so you'll just have to wait for the picture.
Dylan took off the training wheels from his bike today! Wow I thought he would never let me take them off. I guess there are times when they just know that they are ready to move on to the next step. It took some time, but once he got going only the curb could stop him. Like a true Dougherty h
e got up really pissed and tried again until he remembered that the bike has brakes.
e got up really pissed and tried again until he remembered that the bike has brakes.Nick is doing just fine. Since the big fall he has hit his head twice, but he shakes it off and moves on. I can honestly say that Ive babied him a little bit more this last week, but I cant help it. The stitches just remind me everyday of how lucky I am.
Ashley has also been nicer to her brother this week, but I'm not sure if its his head or because he's finally just given in to her bossiness. I love my little girl and I know that when she is older she will have her brothers eating out of the palm of her hand.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
untitled
I don't even know what to title this entry. Independence, Camping, or My Brother? Okay let me explain each and maybe then you'll see why its a choice.
Independence.
Now I know where I get mine from. MY MOM! This week my mom decided she wanted to take the kids and go camping. Now usually that's not a big deal, but for some reason my dad didn't feel like going so he put up a fight. I have never known my mom to back down from anything she wants and by golly she wanted to go camping and to hell with him. At first I was a little worried about her pulling a big ol camper trailer with my two boys and 6 yr old nephew Ayden in the suv with her, but as I followed her in my van with the babies and saw that she could handle it I relaxed. When we arrived in the Jemez mountains 45 minutes later my next worries were how were we going to set up the camper without my dad or brother. That is after all the mans job right? Wrong, my mom set out the tasks and before I knew it we were done. Propane tanks hooked up and ready. electricity going. Leveled and straight. Beds made and lunch ready to be served. To say I was impressed by her would be an understatement. Proud would be a more fitting word. Way to go mom. Im proud and impressed and I love you.
Camping.
Now you probably figured out why I haven't written anything else since my first entry. For those who didn't catch on. Because I went camping with my mom and 5 kids.
I grew up going camping at least once every 3 months, so this is nothing new to me. Although when I married Dave and realized he basically camps for a living it isn't our first choice for a getaway weekend. The boys thought it was fun to hike around looking for snakes, spiders, scorpions and other natural wild life. Until they actually found something and would run back to the camp screaming like a bunch of sissy sally girls. Ashley and Nick were in camping heaven sitting in the muddy banks of the river. The first night we roasted an entire bag of marshmallows and nobody got sick. Ahh camping there is nothing like it. Sitting outside in the heat. Getting eaten by mosquitoes. Smelling of sweat and smoke. Watching for falling stars in clearest of skys, and sleeping with 5 kids that either talk, wiggle or even fart in their sleep.
My Brother.
The next morning to my relief my little brother Jason showed up. Okay he's not little anymore. He is 28 with an awesome wife Stacey and 2 crazy kids Ayden 6, and Surraya 1. Now remember I said we were already set up, but I didn't say we were starting to get a flat tire on the camper. He fixed it and then took the boys exploring into the wilderness. Then we decided to go up to the lake and fish. We didn't catch anything, but it was still fun to try. Since we used all the marshmallows the night before Jason gave the boys some hotdogs to roast on a stick. Grandma asked Dylan to make her a hotdog and she wanted it burnt. As Dylan is cooking we notice his stick is on fire and we start laughing because we know that at any minute the stick will break and he will loose the hotdog. He pulls it out of the fire and starts to blow out the fire just as he does the hotdog falls on his face. Jason starts laughing so hard I put the flashlight on him to see whats so funny. Dylan has a perfect black greasy hotdog mustache above his upper lip from one cheek to the other. Me and Mom start cracking up I started to cry and almost peed my pants. The joy of that day and night came to a crashing halt. At 3am while asleep Nick fell out of the camper and hit his head on the pavement. He has a cut that required 5 stitches. Thanks to my brother he drove as I held my baby to the closest emergency room 45min away. He is fine now and acts like nothing ever happened, but for me the sound of my screaming baby will haunt me forever. I thank God that it wasn't worse. It could've been so much worse. The area he fell out of was right over the hitch and propane tanks. Saying thank you to my brother just doesn't seem like enough. I will be forever grateful that he chose to be with his family then go to work that day. I love you brother.
All in all I had a good time. Maybe we will even try to go again and this time I'm sleeping in tent with all the children. Okay maybe not a tent, but on the floor of the camper at least.
Independence.
Now I know where I get mine from. MY MOM! This week my mom decided she wanted to take the kids and go camping. Now usually that's not a big deal, but for some reason my dad didn't feel like going so he put up a fight. I have never known my mom to back down from anything she wants and by golly she wanted to go camping and to hell with him. At first I was a little worried about her pulling a big ol camper trailer with my two boys and 6 yr old nephew Ayden in the suv with her, but as I followed her in my van with the babies and saw that she could handle it I relaxed. When we arrived in the Jemez mountains 45 minutes later my next worries were how were we going to set up the camper without my dad or brother. That is after all the mans job right? Wrong, my mom set out the tasks and before I knew it we were done. Propane tanks hooked up and ready. electricity going. Leveled and straight. Beds made and lunch ready to be served. To say I was impressed by her would be an understatement. Proud would be a more fitting word. Way to go mom. Im proud and impressed and I love you.
Camping.
Now you probably figured out why I haven't written anything else since my first entry. For those who didn't catch on. Because I went camping with my mom and 5 kids.
I grew up going camping at least once every 3 months, so this is nothing new to me. Although when I married Dave and realized he basically camps for a living it isn't our first choice for a getaway weekend. The boys thought it was fun to hike around looking for snakes, spiders, scorpions and other natural wild life. Until they actually found something and would run back to the camp screaming like a bunch of sissy sally girls. Ashley and Nick were in camping heaven sitting in the muddy banks of the river. The first night we roasted an entire bag of marshmallows and nobody got sick. Ahh camping there is nothing like it. Sitting outside in the heat. Getting eaten by mosquitoes. Smelling of sweat and smoke. Watching for falling stars in clearest of skys, and sleeping with 5 kids that either talk, wiggle or even fart in their sleep.
My Brother.
The next morning to my relief my little brother Jason showed up. Okay he's not little anymore. He is 28 with an awesome wife Stacey and 2 crazy kids Ayden 6, and Surraya 1. Now remember I said we were already set up, but I didn't say we were starting to get a flat tire on the camper. He fixed it and then took the boys exploring into the wilderness. Then we decided to go up to the lake and fish. We didn't catch anything, but it was still fun to try. Since we used all the marshmallows the night before Jason gave the boys some hotdogs to roast on a stick. Grandma asked Dylan to make her a hotdog and she wanted it burnt. As Dylan is cooking we notice his stick is on fire and we start laughing because we know that at any minute the stick will break and he will loose the hotdog. He pulls it out of the fire and starts to blow out the fire just as he does the hotdog falls on his face. Jason starts laughing so hard I put the flashlight on him to see whats so funny. Dylan has a perfect black greasy hotdog mustache above his upper lip from one cheek to the other. Me and Mom start cracking up I started to cry and almost peed my pants. The joy of that day and night came to a crashing halt. At 3am while asleep Nick fell out of the camper and hit his head on the pavement. He has a cut that required 5 stitches. Thanks to my brother he drove as I held my baby to the closest emergency room 45min away. He is fine now and acts like nothing ever happened, but for me the sound of my screaming baby will haunt me forever. I thank God that it wasn't worse. It could've been so much worse. The area he fell out of was right over the hitch and propane tanks. Saying thank you to my brother just doesn't seem like enough. I will be forever grateful that he chose to be with his family then go to work that day. I love you brother.
All in all I had a good time. Maybe we will even try to go again and this time I'm sleeping in tent with all the children. Okay maybe not a tent, but on the floor of the camper at least.
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