Hello November!

I can't even believe that this year has passed so quickly. Can you even believe that a year ago I was hiding my pregnancy, planning a trip to DC and my return there, too?! And here we are at Oliver's 5 month of age mark!!! So mind blowing. 

I have been on a break from blogging and crafting recently for the past couple months. I thought I'd have everything together by now, but truthfully, I do not. I'm not even anywhere close to it. 

When we first got here, we were staying in a super awkwardly shaped room at my mom's house. After a lot of persuasion and pleading I finally talked her into moving her craft studio into that room and letting us use that room. I think this room would be used as a "formal dining room" to normal folks, but right now it is our bedroom. It functions much better than the last room, but obviously isn't all that great for 4 people.

Since moving to California, Dillon had multiple job offers and until last month was employed with one. He liked it a lot but he just was always talking about his dream to own a bakery. So we decided it was time for him to just quit wasting time and go to culinary school. And like a bunch of crazies, we did just that. We jumped feet first into a new school schedule, and found him a new part time job. 

I have been applying everywhere but I'm having difficulties with my availability with working around his schedule. It sucks, but I'm trying. I feel like once we move into our apartment in December that I'll be more on top of my blog, art, and etsy. (did I mention we found an apartment?!)

Well, we did. It is a cute newly remodeled 2 bedroom. We wanted a 3rd bedroom, but we're very aware of our budget and the need to save money is our biggest priority second to taking care of the kids. We move December 1st! I can't wait to unpack everything and decorate just in time for Christmas. I think I might even plan a White Elephant Christmas party if I have time!

Speaking of the kids, Opal and Oliver are getting so big! Opal learned to count to 10 today and Oliver turned 5 months! He has two teeth already! He rolls over like a pro and is soooo sweet. He is huge, too! He weighs a whopping 19 lbs!!!! Oh, and he also broke me heart the other day by saying "da-da." I totally convinced myself that he would say "mama" first..... I may need to have another baby just so I can try once again to have a mama said first!! haha!

 

Well anyways, Opal will be 2 next month...... That might have been the weirdest thing I've said in a while. WOAH BABY- A TWO YEAR OLD. I can't even believe it. It feels like yesterday that I was planning her first party and here we are again with me blogging my way through party planning!! 

My next post will be on the masks. I'm starting that tomorrow. Thank goodness for Pinterest because I have a bunch of great blogs and their tutorials to share with y'all. 

So now you're kind of caught up to speed with me, my family and what is going on. Happy November guys!!

Xoxo, Chelsea.

Storybook camp out birthday party prep.

Hey y'all. Geez, I'm always starting my posts with "long time, no see." These days. Well, I've been gone a lot lately, my bad! It has been so hard to get time to myself lately. I started an Etsy recently and Dillon started school... So trying to get adjusted to our life right now has been the priority. But- it is Halloween eve, and I am wanting to share my party prep so far.

So because December is really busy with birthdays and Christmas I realllllly need to get working on Opal's birthday decor. Now y'all know when I throw a party, I go hard. I go all in- full force. I go straight into DIY mode AT LEAST a month ahead of time. 

Well this time around, I'm a little late. I really couldn't decide on what theme to go with. Opal asked for a petting zoo, but I couldn't get a hold of any of the ones around me and got tired of waiting for them to return my call so I ditched that plan. She also wanted Minnie Mouse but i didn't want to go with the traditional pink or red polka dots and black. It's just so overused and I want it to be more special. 

So after days on Pinterest during my nursing sessions I think I've come to a decision. Well, I can't say that "I think" I have, I HAVE!!!!!!! I even have some stuff to show you guys a preview of some of the tabletop decor. 

Oh, I forgot to mention the theme... A storybook camp out!!! I am going to add some Minnie Mouse stuff- but probably things like mouse ear headbands with flannel print bows! The games are going to be play on words that correspond with story book characters. I am going to have some sort of party favor that is a coloring project. I am also going to have some tents set up, you know the tee-pee kind? A-frame style though. 

Tonight I'm working on some of the art for it. I want to paint some storybook characters on parchment paper, then glue it to cardboard so that it is sturdy. 

I am hosting it early at 10 am so I plan to turn two of my mom's regular canopy tents into an enclosed tent. I'm going to zip tie 2 together, then use 4 white tarps along the back and sides to enclose it. It'll create a warmer shelter for the tables and food. Thankfully my mom has a really big backyard so I have room for that and plenty more for games and the camp out set up. (Tents and blankets)

For the food, I'm going to do a cute display of breakfast foods and pies. We picked out some cute dishes from the thrift store to hold paper straws, treats and more. Some cute vintage pans that will hold trail mix ingredients so that we can have a "trail mix bar" too. 

Okay- I'll stop jabbering on and show you some of the photos. My next post will probably have some of the painted characters. :-)

Peace y'all. 

Xoxo, Chelsea. 

I spent $21 but filled up my entire cart! Gotta love thrift stores.

I found this XL plate that will be used for donuts or something, and a matching lil creamer dispenser thing.

I also found these for coffee and cookies. Trying to keep things simple but still in the color scheme and the idea that it is something you'd have in a cabin or at a campsite. 

I'm using these cups for my trail mix bar. I'll have chocolate chips, raisins and little things in them.

These are also for the trail mix bar. I will make a post with all of the Pinterest pins and their sources of my inspiration for this party soon too.

We found this little basket too. It will hold the utensils and the duck napkin holder was just too funny not to grab.

I got this awesome old dark green metal tray for like $5. I'm using it as the birthday cake (or pie) tray. 

Last but not least, these are the two blankets I found to put the little tent /tee pee things on. I don't want the kids (or rather the parents) to worry about their clothes getting dirty while playing around.

Okay, well that's all I've got for today! 

My aha-moment.

So I'm sitting here at the table eating a cheeseburger and animal fries, and had an "aha-moment".. I was kind of thinking some grumpy thoughts when it dawned on me... If the worst part about my day is that I had to waste gas driving around town putting my kids to sleep then I'm having a pretty damn good day.

How could I complain? I'm driving in a comfortable jeep with the A/C on, singing along to my Luke Bryan CD and ordering French fries and a chocolate frosty.... What is wrong with me?! I've been in such a funk lately, and I need to get out of it. (Maybe I should have stuck to my whole30?) 

Well this is my public proclamation that I am going to work on this horrible attitude and thought process of mine the second I get frustrated! Yes, being a mom of two little ones is extremely tiring. Did I mention I slept holding the baby last night because he refused to stop crying over his teeth? Yeah, let me repeat myself. I'M SO TIRED. But- that is no excuse to be all "woe is me" and complain all day to myself. 

Let's talk about THE GOOD part of my day instead! I got around 10 banners prepped for my etsy! All that I need to do Is string and photograph them! I also taught Opal how to say, "sister!" She also helped me with Oliver while he did tummy time. That little dude wants to crawl already, I swear! 

So moral of this post is: 

Be entirely grateful for the things you have, the things you've accomplished, and the love your children have for you even when it feels like you're being tortured by their want of your affection and attention.

The rest can wait.

Xox, Chels.

"I'm tired and smelly," said Chelsea.

Hey there guys. I've taken a break from blogging over the past 2 months. I wanted to get used to being here in California, being alone with the kids all day, and just adjust to all of this change.  I have to say, it is so different.

First off, being in California is great. I love being near my family and getting to see them everyday is definitely something I missed big time. Do I wish we had our own place and weren't living with my family right now? Sure. Of course. I miss my belongings, space, and routine. It is a challenging situation when it comes to the way families do things. They do things a certain way, and we do it our way. Combining those routines is sometimes like water and oil. It just doesn't blend well, but we're working the kinks out still.

Second, being a stay at home mom of two is..... BUSY. If you think I get to sit around and do a whole lot of nothing all day, you are nuts. I thought that it was super easy the first month, until I realized that was only because Dillon was home! Once we got here he had a job in less than a week! He was off to work and I was like, "AHHHHHHH"!!!!

Opal wants one thing and is crying, and then Oliver wakes from a nap or freaks out because his sister is and then I am not sure who to console first... oh gosh. LOL. Now that Oliver is getting bigger, it is getting easier. (less diapers, nursing is timed further out and he enjoys watching movies with his sister.)

But man, some days they are like tag-teaming on me. It just never ends.. But then it does. And Dillon comes home, and things get easier and then I get to sleep a couple hours. So, bear with me through, I wanna say maybe the next 9 months until Oliver is walking and playing with Opal. Maybe then it might be easier.

But if I am being completely honest, I think the hardest thing about it all is just trying to find time for myself. Today is Tuesday. The last shower I had was on Thursday. Last week. Ugh. The closest thing I got to a bath recently was sitting in the tub with Opal, and holding Oliver while we washed him Sunday evening. He outgrew his bathtub so my lap is now a makeshift solution until I go to the store or something.

Have I mentioned how fast this dude is growing? He is now 3.5 months old, weighs around 17 or 18 lbs, is in size 6-9 (mostly 9) month clothing and is so darn cute. We tried sitting him in his sister's old pink bumbo seat the other day, but he was a little too chunky. Isn't that so funny? I just adore his little rolls. They're so pinchable and cute.

I'm pretty sure this whole post is just me rambling, and I don't really have a real "point" to get across other than that I am tired, need a shower, and I love being in California.

I'll go into detail later on about how things have actually been, what we've done here so far, and whats coming up.

xoxo, Chels.

Home, sweet, homeward bound.

This past week my family of 4 made another huge move. We drove our Jeep all 2,800 miles from Alexandria, VA to the Central Valley in California. 

the jeep all packed up!

 We have been under so much stress lately, (this whole past year- really.)  We have officially separated from the Marine Corps and are considered a "civilian" family now! I could tell you guys that we have been excited and looking forward to the transition, but that would be lying. We really had our hearts set on continuing our life with the Corps. Dillon put in his package for reenlistment last year at his 1 year mark of remaining contract time. He is a GREAT Marine, and had no concern of it's approval. His peers, leaders, and entire chain of command kept assuring us that we had nothing to worry about and that by December 2014 we would most likely be accepting orders to Miramar, California where he had connections and someone who specifically wanted him there to work for him. But as the months came and went we heard nothing.

Dillon was in his Career Planners office every day asking where his package was. We started to worry and then in December we were told that it was denied due to drawbacks and budget cuts. That although he was a "tier 1" Marine, he was out. This was not only devastating, but the hugest heart break we have ever experienced. About a week before finding out this news, he had received an email from a Prior Service Recruiter about a program called "Active Reserves". We had never heard of it and brushed it off, because we thought his Active Duty contract was in the future.

So once we found out about our denied reenlistment, we started researching the other program. Dillon had his application filled out a month before he could submit it, all he needed was an endorsement from his chain of command.

Oliver got to lay out on Dad's seat.

We thought this would take 2 weeks top to go through the whole list of people. Boy- were we wrong. It took 3 months. By the time they got it to the recruiter, it had been lost and found, ignored, and more. Finally, it was there... All to be sent back because some signatures EXPIRED. They were dated too far back. So then it went through the process again and we missed a cut off date for the program's funding and would need to wait 30 days for it to open again.

Jump 30 days, and although it was "open" they weren't going to approve anything for ANOTHER 30 days. 

At this point in time, we had 2 weeks until our scheduled C-section, 1 month until our move and 1.5 months until Dillon's contract ended. 

So we waited some more and week after week- we heard nothing. We were told once we spoke to the Monitor (basically the person who decides your fate) we would be told if it had been approved or not and where you would be stationed. 

So when that phone call came- we were so excited. It was one week before our move. We were driving from base to base fixing our problems with the TMO movers. His coworker called and gave us a heads up that the monitor was about to call us. We waited in a parking lot for 12 lonnnnng minutes before the phone rang. Dillon hopped out of the jeep and had a phone interview with the guy, and then that was it.

She was a good girl and watched movies the whole way.

He hung up, got back in the jeep and said he still didn't know what was going on. He didn't tell him if the package was approved or not... Instead, he said he was endorsing it, and passing it along to his boss. Nobody knew it had a whole separate process AFTER the monitor. He also said that New Jersey was basically our only option for a duty station.

NEW JERSEY? Uhhhh, no thank you. During this whole process we mutually agreed on the fact that anywhere in the U.S. was fine EXCEPT the NE corner. We were tired of DC, and wanted to get out of this corner of the U.S. I personally wanted the West Coast, and our dream was Oregon. So, to hear New Jersey was actually quite devastating. 

Play time was every two hours since we had to nurse so often.

We played on the grass while dad fixed our bag... it ripped in New Mexico.

We drove up to the base (about 3 hours from the DMV) and even toured the base housing and base. It was fine. That is all I can say really. It wasn't anything we could actually SEE ourselves enjoying. We don't want to be anywhere that we would be living the same day over and over. Being so far from family is lonely and miserable. Not being included in holiday photos, events and memories is the worst. We honestly just wanted to be stationed somewhere within reasonable travel distance so that we could afford to see our families.

Nursing stop.

So we decided that if it is New Jersey we are going to walk away. We were told by the Monitor and Dillon's PerSO (officer) to move to California and wait... So Dillon decided not to waste time, and started applying for jobs. Before the movers even came to pack up our apartment, he had 2 job interviews lined up. By the time we got to California he had a 3rd. And when we got here he had his 4th. By our 5th day here he had to decide between two offers. And this week he begins his formal training for the position we decided fit us well.

To this day, we still do not know what is going on with the Active Reserve program. We've been told it has been approved but is pending a duty station, but who knows. We still have 30 more days in the wait time frame.. So, until then, now our family and friend know just as much as we do. <3

We were so afraid to walk away from the military, but honestly... It feels likes we've never been happier. My husband looks so relaxed and at peace. He grew a beard in 2 weeks, has long hair that he only gets cut when he wants, and smiles more.

I never thought the day would come when we could wake up and feel relaxed. We go to my sister and brother in law's house to swim, and then grab food. We cook dinner for my grandpa and hang out with my little sister. We may be sharing one bedroom to ourselves right now, but it all feels... Right? It feels like we're where we are meant to be in life right now. I'm so happy. 

I have such an amazing, dedicated and hard working husband. I'm so proud of him, and I can't wait to see where we are by 2016.

We thought this was SO funny.

 If you watch Duck Dynasty, you should get this. Clue: it is the episode that they're protesting Willy at work.

Our little Model.

 Dillon took pictures of Opal while I was nursing Oliver. 

This is somewhere in New Mexico, I believe.

 All in all the trip was fast and easy. We left on the 1st and arrived on the night of the 3rd.

We stopped to nurse and stretch every two hours. 

Both kids were SO good. I am so glad we got there quickly, safe and sound.

Chhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeesssseeeeeeee!

Sh*t my husband says.

Anyone else have a weird spouse? Well, I for sure have a strange one. Over the years I am still asking myself, "what the heck is this man talking about?!" I can't go anywhere without this man asking or saying ridiculous things. So over the past week I've jotted down my favorite quotes from the man himself. 

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While in a Target Parking lot: "Red trash... Why did I say red trash... A red neck that's trashy??"

(I was reading an email and have no clue what the heck he was even rambling about. It was just super funny to randomly hear.)

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While sitting on the sofa: "I stepped on a rubber ducky and thought it was a mouse."

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While driving and seeing a moving truck drive by: 

Dillon: "We could call them" [two men and a truck]

Me: "Yeah we could"

Dillon: "Or we could call two marines."

Me: "Ooh or college hunks"

Dillon: "Yeah... Wait no."

While casually talking to each other: 

Me: "I need a new phone case."

Dillon: *Aggressive tone and face* "OKAY. DID YOU LOOK ON GROUPON?"

This man is obsessed with groupon goods lately..

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While driving:

*Tantrum* "I HATE WAITING. WAITING IS NO LONGER IN MY VOCABULARY. I won't make a marine wait again. 'Oh your pay is messed up? SIT DOWN.'"

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While shopping at lowes: 

Me: "The exit is right there."

Dillon: "You mean salad?" [salida]

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Me: "Why would I go to target and the mall with the kids alone?"

Dillon: "Because you're Chelsea and you like going to target."

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I jotted this down because he is actually sweet sometimes:

(We were in a chic fil a parking lot)

Me:"Did you get ketchup?"

Dillon:"I got barbecue"

Me: "Hmm"

Dillon: "Do you want me to go back inside and get you some?"

Me: "Would that be a hassle?"

Dillon: "Nothing is a hassle for you."

I have a weird kid too.

Me: "Are you hungry?"

Opal: "Noooo"

Dillon: "Want chicken nuggets?"

Opal: "No"

Me: "French fries?"

Opal: "Yeah!"

Aren't toddlers the funniest? French fries are always a hit, right?

Now back to Dillon. 

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We were driving to New Jersey and saw a
kid consignment store that I wanted to go into but it was 6 am.

Me: "I wish they were open."

Dillon: "I don't, you'd probably make me stop."

Me: "I would! When's the next time I'm gonna get to go there?!"

Dillon: "Probably this afternoon on our way home."

*driving fast leaving the toll booth*

"This is when you kick it."

^^what the heck does that mean?^^

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*driving past sign for New York.

Dillon: "Well babe, I guess we are going to New York.... Or as the people there say, York."

Me: "Nobody calls it York."

Dillon: "Well the people from New Jersey call it jersey."

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"This is a pretty good place to play hide and seek." *pointing to forest*

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At a Denny's in New Jersey:

Dillon: "That lady's name is Beat Rice. What a horrible name." 

Me: ".....you mean Beatrice?"

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I mentioned how my tank top kept going really low and showing my bra:

Dillon: "It's like your shirt is playing limbo. 'How low can you go...!'" *proceeds to shimmy*

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"Are boogers biodegradable?"

I hope you have a weekend filled with fun!

We are spending our weekend packing and cleaning before the movers get here on Tuesday!

It is finally time to leave DC for good!!

:-)

xoxo, Chels.

He is here!

Oliver Wayne is finally here! We welcomed our sweet boy on Wednesday, June 3rd. We woke up bright and early and headed to the hospital for our scheduled repeat C-Section. It was a calm car ride.. but weird in the fact that we knew within hours we would be holding our son. I was really nervous for it all, knowing what to expect everything to be like.

When we got to the hospital we were greeted by really nice nurses who asked me about my previous birth experience and then made sure that this experience went the complete opposite. Everyone came in and introduced themselves to us, explained what their role would be in the birth, and then again, asked how they could make me feel comfortable. It was absolutely amazing.

Once all of the papers were signed, and I was prepped... I had to walk into the OR. I didn't know that would happen, but it did. It was intimidating walking into that bright white operating room. Funny part was that I was too short to climb onto the table. They actually had to find a stool for me to hop up there on. Once I was on there I was prepped and given the Spinal block. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I definitely almost jumped out of my skin when I felt the pinch of it. Thankfully my anesthesiologist was incredibly nice and good at what he did. He made me feel safe and in good hands. (My last experience, my anesthesiologist was a total b***h, honestly.)

Once I was numbed and everything was good, everyone else flooded into the room. It went from quiet small talk between the nurses and I, to a buzzing bee hive. I remember just wondering where Dillon was, and when he would be there. Once he was finally there it all began. Pressure, tugging, talking, then I felt the weight of Oliver's body missing from mine... and then there it was! His little baby cry! I was so happy and relieved to know he was Earth side! And even more comforting, my doctor had said, "this baby is posterior too!"...... I was instantly filled with gratitude and so proud of myself for listening to my gut. I could have attempted what the doctors even confirmed would have been a nightmare of a VBAC that probably would have still ended up in a C-Section.Although I have dreamed for so long of that natural birth experience, I am so thankful that I made the choice I did. I would have felt robbed again of my dream if things would have went south.

Once they checked everything on Oliver really quick they instantly brought him and laid him on my chest. It was awesome that my hands were not shaking and going crazy this time. Even more so that when I felt anything weird I could tell my anesthesiologist and he had some way to fix it for me. 

Getting to finally hold the little boy that was inside of me for so long was amazing. I was flooded with emotion and love. He was so cute, and to my surprise looked nothing like Opal. He was short and chunky, and looked like me! Every day he wakes up looking a little different and more like me. I love it! I held him for a few minutes, and would have got to hold him longer but I handed him off to Dillon because my eyes started to get really itchy and I couldn't stop blinking really hard. It was frustrating. But during this time Dillon got to go cut the umbilical cord, see Oliver be measured and weighed, and then we were all off to the recovery room.

Once we were there I got to nurse Oliver and cuddle him. It was the best moment. There's nothing like the first latch and that knowing that bond between you and the life you created is about to blossom. He did so well with his latch, and has only been getting better.

I'm not sure what it is about my body and birth, but I always have complications with bleeding. This time around I was passing baseball size blood clots after birth with a constant leaking of blood. Not good. But the DR stripped my uterus and after a while the clots stopped and the blood stopped leaking.

Once that situation was resolved I got to go to the mother-baby area and settle into my room. Once my legs were no longer numbed I got to go on a walk that evening before bed. My night nurse was on my nerves at that point lol. I was feeling really good, and I guess she wasn't used to that. I was taking small steps, smalllllllll steps!! And this woman kept telling me to slow down and that I was going too fast and that I should be in pain. I was so confused, like, was I supposed to pretend to feel worse than I did? Lol, anyways, walking was easy for me to do. It wasn't like I was speed walking or even walking at a normal pace... I was walking like an elderly woman who was very tired. The next morning my catheter was removed along with some monitor that was attached to my incision. I felt like a million bucks getting to use the potty by myself! And don't get me started on how amazing getting the IV removed was! It blew me away that this all happened on my first day post surgery!! None of this happened until day 5 with my last birth. I got to get dressed and do my makeup all on day 1!! It was so exciting.

My mother in law, father in law, and Opal came to visit after the surgery. I was incredibly nervous to see how Opal would take to Oliver. I didn't know if she would be happy, confused, angry... Didn't know. Thankfully though, she was amazing with him!! She came and sat next to me on my bed and kept saying "boy!" And "baby!" It was incredible! She kissed and hugged him a lot. You could see the love and adoration in her eyes. She is still doing great. We've only had 2 jealousy moments so far. I'm learning to balance how to spread myself between the two kids and my husband. Can you believe with 2 kids we've somehow still found time to cuddle and have quiet time to just talk on the couch. It seems so natural and easy, honestly.

 

Oliver has already been out and exploring with us. We have gone to Eastern Market, grocery shopping, and to a park for a picnic. We even  went to lunch at a bakery I've been eyeing in Old Town Alexandria.

Recovery for me has been a breeze. With the last C-section I was miserable. I had so much pain, swelling and trapped gas. This time around I think the most painful part was my engorged boobies!! Hahah! They switched my medication this time around to one I wasn't allergic to, and then some ibuprofen also. I had been taking it all every 6-7 hours apart rather than the 2-3 that is suggested. I still have so much medicine in my bottles and have stopped taking them because I don't feel much pain. The worst of it is probably just moving in bed I can feel the pinch of the stitches on my uterus, but even that is only for a split second and it is gone. Amazing, right?

I didn't even have much swelling in my legs or ankles. The swelling and bloat on my stomach is fading fast too. I wake up every day and it is at least 2 inches smaller. I have no fear that it'll all go down and I'll be back to somewhat normal very soon. :-) no worries about that either though, just want to fit my shorts because it is too hot for yoga pants, haha!!

Since being home, our lives still seem normal. It feel natural to have this little baby nursing all day, along with a toddler who is getting into everything. Night time is actually fairly easy. Opal's toddler bed is in our bedroom. I nurse Oliver, wrap him up and place him in the bassinet. Then I lay a pillow on my lap/ chest and Opal climbs up into my lap and within minutes she passes out. I then move her to her bed and she's good for the night. I have been moving Oliver back into my bed and letting him cosleep with us because getting up and out of bed can be interesting with my stitches. It's much easier to just nurse him while sleeping, too.

So honestly, I've been sleeping normal too. The only thing I haven't been able to do as easily is cleaning up. I kind of just sit around in the sofa and Dillon cleans everything up. I'm so glad he's home to help me with everything. I couldn't do any of it without him. And bless his heart, he's been doing all of the diaper changes!! I have changed only around 5 diapers between 2 kids this entire week. I'm so lucky, lol.

I can't believe I am even saying this, but life with an eighteen month old and a newborn is going easy. I hope I'm not jinxing myself, but I'm just so thankful for it. I hope it can continue to feel this natural and amazing. 

And I know I have been saying for months that we still don't know what is going on with our future... And as of today... We still don't. But I will tell you what we do know.

We put in our 30 day notice and will be leaving Virginia at the end of this month.

We scheduled our move with DMO (TMO) for the last Friday of this month.

We are moving to my hometown in California as of now, but that shouldn't actually be our destination. We should find out our new duty station by next week, but can't change the TMO stuff until they cut us official orders.

I hope that sometime next week I can have a post all about our future. It would be nice to know where we will be moving to in 2.5 weeks. It has been and still is extremely scary and stressful to not know what our future holds. It's even scarier to know you're technically going to be homeless and jobless until someone finally decides to get to work on your stuff. We have been waiting and waiting, and then his application gets sent back to be fixed or changed, or a signature has expired... It's just all been a nightmare. I'm ready for it to be done. And as far as we know now, it is finally at its last destination and on the desk of the final part of this process. We are so close.

So until then, wish us luck and keep my family in your thoughts please! <3