Crazy's Moving!

Crazy is finally being moved to a toddler room (2-3 year olds) at his daycare center! It was one of the happiest moments of my life when they told me the good news this morning. I'm not joking either! Crazy has been so bored with his classroom because they do the same thing everyday and he's several months older and quite a bit more advanced than the rest of the kids. I hate to brag but he can sing the alphabet and count to 10. When they changed teachers on him at the beginning of the year it was the last straw for him. It's been a battle in the mornings to get him ready to go. Half the time I end up carrying him into his classroom in tears because he doesn't want to stay there. I felt like the world's worst mother. Then this week he actually started hitting his teachers, not hard or anything but still! He tries to do that to us when he's really upset about something and not getting his way. One of his favorite teachers was hit and she said that she thinks it's because he's so bored in there that he's acting out. Well this morning when we dropped him off they informed us that we had a meeting at 9am with his new teachers to discuss his transition. Not a lot of notice, but I didn't care because I was so happy to hear that he's finally moving rooms. He will be moved into a room with one other boy and a ton of girls. It's a good thing Crazy likes girls. Monday he'll visit his new room for an hour. Tuesday he'll spend two hours, etc, etc, for two weeks. I asked if he could transition quicker than two weeks and was told conflicting stories. I'm worried that he's going to throw a fit when they try to take him back to his old class. His new teacher said that if she thought he was ready and Crazy wants to stay with his new class he'll move over even earlier. Does it make me a bad parent if I tell my kid to cry when he goes back to his old room? He needs this transition, I need this transition. It's stressful enough at our house right now without having to battle it out in the mornings. I can't wait until Monday!

Tea lesson

On Saturday I went into Tokyo with two of my friends to take a lesson in chai tea making. A very popular tea shop here called Lupicia, offers classes in how to make the different kinds of tea they sell. We decided that the chai tea class would be fun to take, so my friend made the reservations for the Roppongi store. We took the train up and arrived at Roppongi station without a problem. Then we proceeded to get lost for 15-20 minutes trying to find the store. Even armed with the map the store provided on their website and their address we still had trouble finding it. We weren't the only ones though. We stopped in a store and asked for directions and the man didn't really know where it was. We asked two men on the street and they had no idea. We even asked a policeman who gave us directions that ended up being in the wrong direction. Luckily we're resourceful women. We managed to find it on our own and even arrived right on time.

Our teacher for the lesson was very helpful and spoke wonderful english. We were served cinnamon chai tea for a refreshment to start our class off. It was excellent! Our teacher then made us some chai tea with their new vanilla tea leaves which was wonderful. And I don't even like vanilla. Next she had us make our own tea. We decided to go with a cardamon and pepper tea. This is what our tea looking like while it was cooking:

It doesn't look very appetizing, does it? Trust me though it wasn't too bad, especially for our first time making chai tea. After the class was over we of course had to go buy everything to make our own tea at home.

Then we decided to eat lunch before heading back to base. We stopped in at an Indian restaurant which was pretty full so we knew we made a good choice. We enjoyed their curry lunch set with lassi. After lunch we got back on the train. We splurged on the express train home because it would cut off 20 minutes and it had reserved seats so we could all sit down. The train was definitely worth the extra money. After arriving at our final train station I caught a ride back to base with one my friends because we were meeting our husbands at a rug auction. Hubby and I didn't buy anything, mostly because the rugs were worth around $5000 or more and we didn't think they would hold up well in our house. Hairy cats, a messy toddler, a soon to be messy newborn, and an expensive rug don't mix well. Oh well, maybe we'll pick up a rug at the bazaar this weekend.

Being Pollyanna

So we found out yesterday that we will definitely not being moving to Jacksonville. I think Hubby was a little disappointed. I won't even go into the details of why he didn't get it, it's very frustrating and a story that some people don't need to hear.

When I heard the news I wasn't really surprised, because of the untold story mentioned above I was prepared. I can honestly say that I wasn't really disappointed either. I'm not sure why though. Hubby is planning on working on a MBA during our next tour and JU would have been a great program for him. Not to mention I would have been less than 2 hours away from UF for when I need to take my final exams to graduate from my master's program. I also have some friends who have contacts in the office I wanted to work for in JAX. Maybe I'm kind of glad we're not going there because we sold our old house (not my idea) in a great neighborhood before moving here and now we would have to pay almost twice that to move back to that same area. I've told Hubby countless times that I can be like Pollyanna and play the "Glad Game" so it doesn't matter where we move. He still won't listen to me. It doesn't help that he has no idea who Pollyanna is. I'm mostly upset that we still don't have any idea where we're moving next and it's driving me nuts. I'm a planner, I need advance notice for things like this. Especially since the baby's due the end of June. I'm worried that Hubby won't be offered the job he wants because we would have to move to soon after the baby arrives. I've offered to move back early and stay with my parents so we won't have to deal with any of that but the idea was shot down pretty fast.

So I guess we'll just wait and wait some more until one day they finally decide to let us in on the little secret of where we get to go next.

Oh what a day...

While lots of people probably spent Valentine's Day receiving flowers from loved ones, getting dressed for a fancy dinner, or just stuffing their face with a box of chocolates, I started off the day bright and early at the doctor's office. Luckily it was only for Crazy's 2 year check-up, but it was at 7:15 in the morning. Yuck! He's doing well, blah, blah, blah.

After dropping him off at daycare I headed home to work on my paper for my DNA analysis class. The assignment for this week included an essay of 1200+ words. I unfortunately don't have that much to say on the topic. After working on it for about 5 hours I found out that maybe I did, to the tune of 1205 words. It works for me!

Late afternoon found me at Hubby's squadron passing out free cookies to everyone for Valentine's Day. Here's my question, "Where's my cookies?" Oh yeah, that's right Hubby's still on the ship until tomorrow. Oh well, I'll survive and save myself a whole lot of calories.

My friend, S, came by for dinner while she was on base doing laundry. I guess her Valentine's wasn't much more exciting than mine. She brought over food and then used my kitchen to cook me dinner. I need more friends like her! Talk about service! It was great just to hang out and talk about nothing and everything. So, I guess I didn't have the stereotypical Valentine's Day but I think I would rather stick with my day than to have to deal with dead flowers in a few days and have to workout extra hard to burn off all the chocolate and fancy foods I ate.

More proof that my child is spoiled

This afternoon I get a phone call from Crazy's favorite daycare teacher. No, he isn't hurt (for once), I just need to make sure that I drive down to pick him up instead of walk. She has something for him that I can't carry. Hmmm....

Come to find out that she bought him a Thomas the Train table! And if that wasn't enough, she also got him a birthday themed Percy train (for those of you unfamilar with Thomas trains, Percy is another train). Crazy was so excited. The proof is in the picture...

Since Hubby is still gone that meant I had to put it together. No problem. I've built things a lot larger and a lot harder than a kid's table (for instance a barn). This should be a piece of cake, right? I was wrong. That table cut several years off of my life. The pre-drilled holes were nonexistent so I had to screw 4" screws through solid plastic 12 times. I think I've developed carpal tunnel syndrome. Plus Crazy wanted to be Mommy's Helper which probably put a few gray hairs on my head, I'm afraid to look. While I was working on putting together one of the chairs Crazy managed to put 5 screws inside the other chair. Inside!!! The only opening was a circle about 1/2" in diameter. I had to pull them out with tweezers. After taking a break for dinner I finally managed to get the table together. And trust me when I say it's not coming apart ever! It was worth it though just to see Crazy's face when he finally got to use it. He is spoiled? Yes. Is he worth it? I like to think so.

My Baby's 2!

Crazy's 2nd birthday was last week. Which of course means Hubby left a few days before it. He's now 0-2 on Crazy's birthdays. Luckily Crazy is still too young to get his feelings hurt. Before Hubby left we had a small party for him complete with star shaped cupcakes (they were too cute), balloons, and of course too many gifts from the grandparents. We told them to get Crazy clothes because he didn't need any more toys, we just don't have the room. Apparently that was a bad idea. We waited until after naptime to open presents and eat cupcakes thinking he would be in a good mood. Boy were we wrong. He had a short nap and woke up cranky. We decided to videotape him opening his presents so now we have about 20 minutes of tape with him crying, he's cutting his last two molars, and screaming "No pants, no clothes," and then throwing them down on the floor everytime he opened a present. Nice, real nice, just what the grandparents are going to want to see. Luckily for all of us they also got him books which he loves so he calmed down a little while reading them.

On his birthday I brought a cake into his daycare. He did a great job of using his silverware to eat it. I wish I could say the same about his classmates. It wasn't pretty. I almost felt bad about bringing a bright yellow cake full of sugar in, almost. Several of his teachers gave him presents. I'm not talking about a card and a small toy either. He got a Cars study pillow, a Bob the Builder toy, a homemade memory book/card (which was unbelieveable the work that had to have gone into it), and a very large toy Mater from the movie Cars. He loved all of them. Seriously, the kid is spoiled.

I've been bad...

Okay I've been really bad about posting. I'm sorry. I will go in and fill in the blanks when I get the chance. There's not much to fill in though because my life isn't that exciting, but I will eventually get around to doing it. Promise. Right now I'm staying busy with Crazy, my english classes, my forensic classes (which are very hard this semester), and the pregnancy. Oops, I haven't mentioned that I'm pregnant again have I? Well, I am. Again, sorry. I'll post on that later!