Fourty-some days ago, I hopped on an airplane once more–myself, my 19 month old, and my three year old–in an unexpected move across the country, to Virginia. The plan was to move in February. To buy a house, to find stability, and while we waited, to stay for six months in Colorado with my parents while my husband adjusted to his civilian job. But of course, it was not goodtell me the rest!
Seven moves in six years…and we’re doing it again
Penang, Malaysia to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia when I was in the middle of my senior year of high school. After Kuala Lumpur, it was off to Santa Barbara, then a year in England which was cut short due to a certain proposal from a certain Marine. He was stationed on the west coast, and a year and a half later we PCS’d to the east coast, then across that state,tell me the rest!
What’s it like moving into the civilian world?
Getting out was anticlimactic, and felt somewhat like flying down a ginormous, slippery slide and slamming straight into a concrete wall. Oh, and then someone dropped a refrigerator on our heads.
I’ve never met my civilian husband
Four years ago, an 18 year old missionary kid moved back from England early to marry her high school sweetheart. They had only been together for two weeks out of the two years since he had left during his junior year of high school. In those two years, she finished high school in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia working as an English teacher and training in Muay Thai and he joined thetell me the rest!
Tips and tricks for flying (especially alone) with two young kids
If acting as a pack mule is inevitable, at least do it wisely.
How not to fly with tiny humans
Nine airplanes with my two kids–my infant daughter and two year old psycho of a son–seven of those flights alone–and I finally feel like I’ve figured this crazy brand of traveling out. But don’t be fooled; it wasn’t always this way. Before I can write about the tips and tricks I’ve learned along the way, before I make it sound like I’ve got this mom thing even remotely figured out,tell me the rest!
10 more ways my husband has cherished me
Every once in a while I need a little lesson in gratitude. When the kids are screaming, the living room is torn apart, the sink is piled high with last night’s dishes, I don’t want to go in the bathroom because my husband smooshed a cockroach on the wall and I don’t want to clean it up but I also don’t want to look at it, the fridge is emptytell me the rest!
Potty training chronicles part 2: how I potty trained in two days
April was six months ago now and I put off finishing the post until it had a happy ending. Here it is: We have successfully (basically) potty trained! You can check out the beginning of our potty training journey here. I got cocky and totally thought my kid had potty trained himself and hahhhh–I was wrong. God humbled me and there was still four months to go. Thanks, Lord. Didtell me the rest!
Potty training chronicles part 1: I got cocky
Six months ago… Two hit us at the end of April and that meant I couldn’t put it off much longer. It was time to begin potty training. Booooooo. Or, more accurately, poo. Conveniently, my son’s birthday came along and we requested a training potty, so my sister-in-law, being the wonderful aunt that she is, searched high and low on Amazon until she found this: The Hot Wheels Training Potty.tell me the rest!