Looking at the Boys...

I have been staring at these two boys for so long now, and you'd think that it might get old. But nope, it don't. I keep wishing that I had a camera imbedded in my eyes, because I'd like to capture so many small moments that can only be seen at the times when you are least likely to have a camera... Like when we're all in bed, both boys are sleeping, and I look up and see the two most handsome, serene faces any mom could see. Every time I think, "God I wish I had a camera!" But know that if I were to get out of bed, that moment of serenity would be lost...


{{Sigh}}


Having two boys you love the moments of serenity. You drink them up like a glass of water on a hot summer day. Especially my boys. They are so darn ACTIVE.



It was hard enough when it was just G and I. Then M came. I miss the times that G and I had alone, when we were buddies. I miss just being able to give him one hundred percent attention. Don't get me wrong, I am completely and totally in love with the baby, but there are days that make me realize that I absolutely MUST take time out for G alone more often, even if I gotta just take him to the park and romp around. And of course, when he's a little older, I have to do the same with M...


There are times I just sit here and stare at both these boys. I realize that my heart is outside my chest with them. I can't stand to see them hurt. I can't stand to see a tear in their eye, a cut or bruise on their skin, or even the teeniest scratch. I wish I could take all the pain away from them...


Daredevils they are, however, there is no way I will be able to shield these rambunctious boys from day to day life. And not only are bruises and scratches the norm in this house, but they seem to be more common than you'd realize.....

And Puppy Dog Tales...

So far, this family of 4 has been through two dogs. We love dogs. With high energy boys dogs are almost a must... I hate to say, though, that we recently just got rid of the last dog we're going to have for awhile. Let me share with you our stories...

My husband and I bought our first house last year. We were given a puppy; a chocolate lab. A friend's dog had babies and we were deemed a good home so we were given a puppy.

We were given Hershey about three days after we moved into this new house. I was pregnant with M, our youngest, at the time, and the house needed some remodeling. I've never had a puppy before and was relying on my husband to teach me how to teach her. I tried, and for my first time I didn't do so bad; considering I was also raising two little boys attachment parenting style... Long story short, my poor baby Hershey got aggressive. It wasn't totally my fault {at 10 weeks old, when she was in the back yard the Electric/Gas company guy both maced and beat her... She was small then... And I was home; the idiot from the gas company didn't even bother knocking on the door!}, but she got aggressive nonetheless. She attacked me and with lots of tears and much regret we had to re-home our one year old dog. G, our oldest, told everyone who would listen how Hershey attacked and bit his mommy. It really made him sad and I am really sorry he had to see it.


The day we surrendered Hershey to her new owners I posted to a wonderful moms group that I am a member of how sad and broken up I was about losing Hershey. Our house was so empty without a dog.


The next day, Father's day actually, I got an email from my friend. It read something like this. "Hi. I read your post about having to get rid of Hershey. I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know what kind of dog you are looking for to replace her, but we have a dog we are looking to re-home...


My friend gave us what we thought was the sweetest, most loveable, wonderful dog. He was such a well behaved dog, so sweet and loving, and affectionate. He was great with the kids, and just all around wonderful... We had Rusty for a month, until...


It was the evening of July 20th. I fed Rusty and had to go to the bathroom. My husband and G were playing on the couch, and M was walking around like usual. Next thing I know, I'm being handed a bloody baby...


Rusty had attacked M because apparently, M had tried to get to his food. Now the baby has 13 stitches and us, his parents are more than traumitized. It's very hard not to close my eyes and see the poor baby full of blood...


We did learn a lesson; never, ever take your eyes off of a dog around your children. EVER. Even if that dog is wonderful, sweet, and the LAST dog you'd ever expect to do something like that. Believe me, Rusty was the last dog we ever thought would go savage.

So, for a little while at least, this family will be dog free. I guess I'm just stuck sweeping Cheerio's up off the floor 29 times a day... Oh well. :)

A Little Introduction...

I am a truck driver's wife. I love him, and I love being married to him.

Hubby is the love of my life; we've known each other for 15 years. We have two beautiful, sweet boys: G, the oldest, born 12/04, and M, the baby, born 8/07.


We also practice some AP {attachment parenting; if you are unfamiliar with that type of parenting style, this blog gives a superb definition of the term... kudos! http://www.apparenting.com/what_is_attachment_parenting.html } ... like baby wearing, co sleeping, breastfeeding, child led weaning, gentle discipline, etc...



Also, I run an online and in real life mom's/play group. We do all sorts of fun things, as well as put out a monthly newsletter.

All this makes my life pretty full, to say the least. Yeah, life is fun. I tend to have a baby attached to me 80% of the day; the other times he's trying to walk, rolling or crawling around and generally getting into trouble with G.

I love my life.

Sit back, relax, and jump on in to my comforting chaos. It's busy, it's not always the cleanest, most organized place in the world, but it sure can be lovable!

What is it Like to be a Trucker's Wife?

So, what's it like to be a trucker's wife? Hmmm, let's see.
I once read something somewhere online, I can't quite recall where I actually read it, but it said, "A trucker's wife is an independent, self sufficient, psychotic woman who can allow someone to walk in occasionally, mess up the house, spoil the kids and leave a mess only to stand at the door and tell that person she loves them." That one is me to a T.
There are times when you hate being a trucker's wife; then there are times when you love it. There are times when you cry because you miss him; and times when you don't mind that he's gone.
There are things that really really suck to do alone: ER visits with the kids, major health issues with the kids {especially when they've passed it on to you!}, shopping with a 3 year old and an 8 month old, paying bills, managing the money, making appointments, and generally running a whole household.
Then, of course, there are things that are great to do alone: it's easier to keep the house clean, make time for yourself, plan dinners {my truck driver happens to have Celiac Disease so dinner without him is much easier to plan and cheaper too}, romp around with the boys, host playdates with my mom's group, and generally just do things my way.
It's definitely a lifestyle that takes adapting to. I've known my Hubby for a lot of years; when we got engaged, he told me, "I'll never stop driving a truck. Can you handle it?"
Of course I can. It's a regular 9~5 job that kept him home every day that might be hard for me. Shit, I'll admit it; I'm hard to live with. I'm set in my ways and I don't want to change. When I'm around ANYBODY for longer than a few days at a time I annoy them.
Being with a trucker was HEAVEN... Till we had kids. Now it's sorta like... I dunno... Purgatory. Good but not good. Bad but not bad. The hardest thing, for me, is seeing my 3 year old try to deal when daddy leaves after a weekend home. Sometimes it gets really hard on him. That's when I need to really step up my "mommy game."
Yeah, that's when he gets spoiled. I wish I had a better way to deal with his pain other than McDonald's, hugs, love, and toy trucks; but that's what currently works until I become more wise.
Lastly, there is one stereotype I cannot stand about being a trucker's wife. I DO NOT CHEAT. I never would. I don't have the desire... Let alone the time. Just because Hubby's not around 24/7 doesn't mean I'm a complete horn-ball who can't contain herself until he gets home.

All in all, being married to a trucker is like a roller coaster ride. Fun, amazing, and definitely different from the norm.