Who doesn't believe in Santa Claus?!

Jack and I took the kids to Barnes and Noble this morning to let the kids play with the train table before we took Jack to the airport. Tre was asking for something and Jack told him to ask Santa. Right as he was saying this a little boy walked up (around 5th grade we assume) and let out a huffy laugh and saying, "Huh! Santa!" as if he knew he wasn't real. He was about to say something else, but Jack stopped him by asking if he intended to play with the trains. The boy said no, so Jack asked him to leave and go look for what he needed. I couldn't believe this kid. Did his mother not tell him to not ruin the fun for other kids!? He walked around a bit and then his mom came and he whispered something to her and she told him (loud enough for us to hear) that he should have stood up for himself. I wonder if he told her the truth. I started to worry that she was going to comfront us, but I think Jack was hoping she would! I vow that I will teach my children better than that!

Bye Baby!

I have to post these videos in three posts because it won't let me do more than one video in one post. Anyway, this is Jack leaving to go back to Top Gun!

Jack leaving today

This is Jack taking off today. Tre's been heart broken ever since! I feel nothing but pride, though, when I see him fly this jet. It will never get old!

I wanna see my daddy!

So this is what happened when Jack left. He cried and said (and is still saying as I type), "I wanna see my daddy," over and over again. I was fine because I know we'll see him on Thursday, but this just about broke my heart and choked me up. My poor little guy just doesn't understand!

Sorry that William is on the potty in this one, but he has pooped in the tub twice this week, so if he poots and I ask if him if he needs to go and he says yes, he's on the pot! In order to keep him interested in staying there, we sing. I thought it was too cute not to video! He did go pee once today, so that made me happy.

Tre's "Thanksgiving Experience"

Tre is saying his prayer before his Thanksgiving feast at school We say this prayer at home, so I know he knows the words, but I think he was overwhelmed today. It was precious though!

P.S. I forgot to add yesterday that I have decided to put Tre back in Pull-ups at night. He just won't wake up to go to the bathroom and I found myself changing the sheets daily or every other day. Last night was his first night back in pull-ups and when he woke up, it was empty. Go figure!

So today I thought numerous times that I needed to put that (whatever the kiddos were doing) on my blog, but now that I sit here, I can't think of anything.

1. Jack is coming home Saturday around 6 and leaving at noon on Sunday. Even though I am excited, I am also dreading the aftermath. Tre misses his daddy something terrible and I know it will just be a big tease and he is going to have a major backlash after he leaves. I want him to come, but I know it will be a hard few days afterwards. I went to a MOPS meeting today, where there are lots of military wives, and all of them totally understood. They all said they would just tell their hubbies just to wait until Thanksgiving. While, I am not going to do that because I want to see Jack, it was nice for someone to understand that even though I miss Jack something terrible too, sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier if he didn't come for this less than 24 hour stint! I am sure the weather will be bad on Saturday and he won't end up coming and I'll be sooooo disappointed. I know! I know! I'm hard to please :)

2. I have lost 5 pounds since he left. I've been working out hard and trying to watch what I eat. I am really happy with myself. I usually don't stay this dedicated.

3. Tre is now in a size 12 shoe (William is in a 7). I am not sure what a normal size for a 3 year old, but I think that is big. He is growing so fast :(. He was complaining that his tennis shoes hurt him, but I thought he was lying. His big cousin Grant just got new shoes and I thought he wanted new ones like him. We went to the store and he got measured as an 11.5 (his other shoes were a 10.5). I wanted them a little big so that he can grow into them.

4. William didn't cry yesterday when I dropped him off at school for the very first time. It only too 3 months! Poor guy!

I think that is all for now.

Sorry I've been so bad about posting. With Jack gone, bedtime comes and I check my email and facebook accounts and go straight to bed. I have pictures waiting to be downloaded onto the computer, but I can't find the energy to go get the cord and just download them. I know that sounds so lazy, but I just want to veg.

Good news. Jack MIGHT get to come home for a night this weekend. They need to swap jets, so he might get here Saturday afternoon and leave Sunday. Although I am excited, I am cautious. If your in the Navy, or any military, you know to take anything with a grain of salt. I am sure he'll get cancelled, or the jet will break or something and it just won't happen. I am also a little worried about Tre. He misses Jack so much. I fear that he will just be so heartbroken on Sunday when he leaves after just one night. I am predicted a melt down. I might need to schedule a trip to the ice cream shop immediatly after dropping him off. The good news, too, is that he has a commercial flight home on Wednesday. Those types of jets typically don't "break" so I am fairly confident he will make it back then.

I think Jack will see a change in Tre. He is learning to vocalize his frustrations a lot more. So instead of having a tantrum, he crosses his arms, looks down with a very angry face and says things like: "I am VERY angry!", "I don't like those OPTIONS!" (cracks me up that he says options, because I do tend to give him options!), "You are very bossy!" (yes...I know he shouldn't talk to his me that way and, trust me, I am working on it!), "I will NEVER share!" and on and on. I really need to get it on video. I am not used to him NOT having tantrums, so it is so hard not to giggle a little when he is acting like this. I almost think it's kinda cute!

Long Waits, but Happy Days

My twin sister, Becky, and John have dated since our freshman year in high school. Believe it or not, he was her first kiss. We all knew they would get married, and sure enough after almost 10 years of dating they did. Everything was perfect until they started trying to have a baby and nothing was happening. Thankfully, after 4 years, lots of tests, and three rounds of invetro fertilization they finally got some good news and were expecting. They decided to keep the sex of the baby a surprise since nothing else was! Anyway, ironically she was due on the day that her and John met, November 4, but that day came and went!

They decided to induce and she went in yesterday for some medicine to loosen her cervix. Her water ended up breaking on it's own and labor began. Unfortunately, there was maconium in her water, so they were hoping things would progress fast, but it didn't. She did have contractions and had an epidural, but when they checked her this morning she was still only 7 cm. On top of all that, the baby's heart beat was dropping drastically with every contraction, so they finally decided to do a c-section. The doctor said it wasn't an "emergency" but that since they had tried so hard for this baby and had finally gotten to this point they didn't want to take any chances.

His name is Grayson John, which was hard to come by too! They had settled on a girls name, but just couldn't settle on a boys name. I think it's adorable, though, and so is he. He has white blond hair and pale pink skin, just like my br0ther-in-law.

It's funny because Becky and I are identical twins and both of our husbands kind of look alike, blond and pale...both names are John too! :) I will be curious to see if our boys look alike since they share half the same DNA and their fathers have similar features too :)

Heartbreak and Busted Lips!

So, Tre had a wonderful day. We rode our bikes to the park and then came home for lunch. Allison, my sister, and I took the boys to get some ice cream and then to get a saints shirt. Then William came home for a nap and Tre went back out shopping with his Nana. She spoiled him with some new cars and some candy. Then he came home and his cousins came over and they played and we went on a golf cart ride. When we got back he ran into the "game room". I went to check on him to make sure he was okay and when I walked in his face was full of blood and he was screaming! It must have taken two seconds to happen. We had just gotten home! I think he tried to climb up on the pool table (which is totally against the rules!) and slipped and his teeth got jammed on the table but his lip is cut and swollen. We couldn't get him calm. He kept saying, "I want to see my daddy! I want to see my daddy!" It broke my heart and I just couldn't hold back the tears. He is such a sweetheart though because when I started crying, he stopped (for a second) and said, "mommy! please don't cry!" What a sweety.

We called Jack and that seemed to help but he kept saying he wanted to SEE him. My mom set up her skype and Jack downloaded it onto his computer and we got that up. He immediatly stopped crying and hugged the computer. Talk about break my heart!!!! He misses him so much. It cheered him up though and he was happy the rest of the night. His lip is swollen, but his teeth are still intact! Thank GOD!

Too make matters worse, William busted his lip too! He handled it a lot better, but now both boys have swollen lips. The funny thing is that neither of them have ever busted their lips and now we have two in one night. I have two blood stained shirts to prove it!

BUT MOMMA! I wanna go to Chucky Cheese

ME: Tre stop complaining!
Tre: But Momma! I want to go to Chucky Cheese!
ME: Then stop complaining and start behaving!!
Tre: BUT MOMMY! I want to go to CHUCKY CHEESE! I want to go to Chucky Cheese MOMMY!!!! MOMMY! I want to got to CHUCKKY CHEEEEEEEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just minutes later (or so it seems), the conversation was the same or almost the same. That has been for the last 3 days. You see, Jack told Tre on the phone that if he is a good boy for me when he gets home, Jack would take Tre to Chucky Cheese. The only problem is that is over 5 weeks away! If I hear, "BUT I want to go to Chucky Cheese!" one more time, I am going to blow!

yeah for no accidents!

SO, I know this sounds silly, but Tre actually got out of bed in the middle of the night and ran to the toilet! This is a FIRST! He usually has an accident or just holds it all night long; both equally as much! I am so happy that he finally realized he can get out of bed and go to the toilet! Maybe I am done changing his sheets every other day!