You broke what?! How?!

So...I have a broken toe. A broken pinky toe. And apparently some bruising on a bone in my foot(?!). And heavy bruising on the top of my foot. It's not a pretty sight. How did I do this you ask? Well that's a funny story.

Last night, right before little man was about to lay down for bed, Hubby was chasing him around. This is nothing new, it happens almost every night. Well, little man decided he wanted me to "hide" with him, so he grabbed my hand, and we ran down the hallway. We decided to dip into mine and Hubby's bedroom, and it happened. I apparently overcompensated for little man going through the doorway and not enough for myself and my foot hit the door frame. Apparently pretty hard. Down I went. I don't even remember falling really, I just remember kind of tucking and falling on my side and not my belly. But I grasped my foot and started making "funny noises" from what my husband tells me. I remember crying out in pain, holding back my tears, and hearing little man screaming because he didn't know what was going on. Hubby was in the doorway.....LAUGHING AT ME, but trying to hide it. You know, that 'I'm-covering-my-mouth-but-my-eyes-are-laughing' kind of look, so he didn't get in too much trouble...yeah, that was all my hubby. So I'm on the floor, on my side in some kind of tortured pose, while little man is screaming, and hubby is laughing. Got that mental image? So I tell hubby to just take care of little man, and I'll be alright. So eventually I get up and hobble to the living room where my boys are and ask hubby if he'd like me to lay little man down for bed. He of course wants me to do this, so I gather little man, and we walk back to his bedroom. Well, I only thought I jammed a few toes, but when I started rocking little man with my foot propped up on the footstool I thought I was going to pass out from the pain and throbbing in my foot. God that hurt so much!! So I just out little man down in his bed and said goodnight, and walked back out to the living room where Hubby was. Well, little man was not asleep, nor ready (yes, we rock him to sleep every night, otherwise he won't stay in his bed) so I had Hubby go back and finish up while I took some tylenol, propped up my foot with an ice pack on it, and read Fifty Shades. By this point, I'm not sure what's wrong with my foot. All I knew is that it really hurt. But I figured I'd give the pain the rest of the night to subside and figure out a POA the next day.
So I woke up, it still really hurt, was swollen, bruised, and throbbing. Off to the ER I went. Luckily Hubby got to stay home with little man, so I didn't have to deal with all of that. Well, the outcome was that I broke my pinky toe, bruised some of the bones in my foot, and have a lot of external bruising. Fun stuff....all for playing with my kid & husband. A few good things did come out of it though:

1) I got to catch up/finish reading the Fifty trilogy. (Yeah...I got some "looks" while reading that book at the hospital. Nothing says you're a kinky gal like being caught reading Fifty Shades, especially the one with the handcuffs on the front. YES!)
2) I get to sit on my hiney with my foot propped up for a few days! Which means hubby gets to do all the chores for awhile. This makes me super happy, but also super sad because I hate sitting on my ass while he has to do everything. But, it's good for him. At least, that's what I tell myself :) And as long as I keep telling him how great a job he's doing, he'll keep it up!
3) I totally have an excuse to LIVE in my new VS Gator sweatpants. I am in love with these. Hands down the most comfy pair of sweats I own. (And let's not get ahead of ourselves, I really only have 3 pair of "sweat pants.")

But my foot does feel better today. Not that I'm ready to go and run a marathon or anything, but I can hobble around a little better. I mean, someone's gotta take care of the demanding almost two year old that lives here. I think he knows that Mommy doesn't feel well because he spent a really long time cuddling with me this morning in the bed, and then on the couch. I just hope he keeps up this sweet facade for a little bit because I am loving it!

And here's a few pictures of my foot. If you hate feet, don't look. I HATE my feet, but that's not the point.

After the tapped my toes together. It doesn't look as bad here, but after walking on my foot all day, it got more swollen. It's kinda crucial now, but I'll spare you.

Catching up on some reading in the hospital. 

SUIS (or...SUIM?!)

I've decided that I am not the quintessential blogger because I don't blog religiously, or when I say I'm going to. So, good thing it's just a "for fun" kind of thing....right?! So anyways....I have been a cooking fanatic lately. I'm getting braver and braver in the kitchen and it's super exciting. So let's see...this week:

- I absolutely LOVE when I have the opportunity to go and get my husband beer or wine from the mini-mart (sense sarcasm please) because NOT ONLY do I have to get dressed, but I also get to enjoy the wonderful smirks and comments made under breath by people witnessing a pregnant woman purchasing alcohol. Totally makes my day. Here's my finger up in the air to you miss "oh-my-god-why-is-she-buying-alcohol-while-pregnant-that-cashier-shouldn't-sell-her-that", may I remind you that my husband is of legal age, not pregnant, a sailor, and can enjoy a beer. Thanks.
- Speaking of Hubby, he cracks me up. Here's a small dialogue we recently had:

H: "Baby, I am just so proud of you."
Me: "Awe thanks honey...that's so sweet. What exactly are you proud of me for?"
H: "You know, for taking the initiative and learning how to cook chinese food."
Me: <Jaw drops...but smiling> "Well...thanks. Although, you're not [proud], you're just happy that I can make it whenever you want."
H: "Haha...what?! Noooooo."

With that being said, we are having baked sweet & sour chicken, homemade fried rice, homemade baked crab rangoon, and yum yum sauce, all made by yours truly.
- So Little Man and I treated Hubby to an ice cream date recently, and something interesting happened. Decklan (for some odd reason) threw a really bad temper tantrum. He just didn't want to sit down, he didn't want ice cream, he didn't want to do anything but scream at me and Hubby (Terrible Two's?!). But we did, eventually, get through it. My issue: a staring bystander. Not really my issue, but Hubby had a little problem with it. Here's the kicker....she HAD a toddler with her too. And this toddler didn't look like he had a halo around his head either, but this lady just stared and stared with a 'my-child-never-screams-or-misbehaves-ever' look on her face. I know that a screaming child isn't pleasant, and sometimes it just happens. Get over it. But especially when you're a parent, and I know for A FACT that ALL kids do this, please don't just stare. And it's not like we were in some small ice cream parlor that was super quiet, we were outside, with navy jets flying overhead, in the middle of a freakin' corn field. She didn't really make me uncomfortable because I just blew her off as being ignorant, but Hubby didn't like it. And I understand why. So just a little PSA.
- We have officially decided on a first and middle name for the new baby. We've got to tell the family first, then it'll go public, but it's definitely an awesome name! It's got an Irish/Viking-Military feel to it. We love it, and that's all that really matters. 
- Little man is talking a lot more these days. Doing more sign language as well (which just tickles me!). He's definitely a smart kid, but like his Dad, has selective hearing. But I love watching him every day and I love learning from him. I'm super excited to see how he interacts will interact with the little viking that will be making his debut in October. 
- We still don't know where we are going. It's probably narrowed down to two places that we know of, but we aren't 100% sure, so we're not telling a soul until we have 'hard orders' in our possession. We'll maybe know something the first week of August, but nothing is definite until we have our hard orders, so that's when we'll tell the family and friends where our next journey will begin.
- I have been craving butterfinger blizzards like it's  no one's business lately! The good thing about that is I normally have BOGO coups for blizzards, so Hubby makes out like a bandit, not to mention, Little Man gets to have some too. It's a family affair when we have ice cream. We LOVE it!

"Pregnant in Heels"

Yummy.

We made brownies for Daddy.

I finally did a rock project. Totally loving my frame.

Working on the new little guys closet. 

We visited Daddy at work. Little Man was so happy!!

SIUS

Happy Saturday to y'all! We've had a GORGEOUS week here in the PNW, except for the past 2 days, it has actually stormed here! Not the little wussy rain showers that normally takes place, but it has stormed with thunder and lightning!! Yes, that makes me extremely excited! I haven't seen a storm with thunder and lightning since I left Florida, so it's definitely a nice change!! But anyways, here is a recap of our week:

- So I got BURNT out here in WA. Like literally my skin is red like I sat at the beach all day! What has happened to me?! Geez I mean, I have literally become the "pale" population of WA state. No wonder they have coffee shops ALL over the place. Realizations like that cause depression.
- I finished the first book in the Fifty Shades trilogy. I have to take a break between this one and the next one. For obvious reasons, like, trying a few things with my husband...but also because when I get so wrapped up in a book, everything else takes a backseat. And by everything else I mean cleaning & homework. Yeah, house = a wreck..and my homework is no where near being completed.
- I need to start compiling a list of things to tell little man he did as a toddler when he gets older. (i.e. walking around the house with his blanket on his head crashing into walls, the dog, or me.) This has happened a lot this week and I don't want to forget!
- I am always reminded of why I chose to limit my friendships with other military wives. All to often they "wear their husbands rank" instead of just being a normal wife and chatting with another gal. (This does NOT include my friends back in VaBeach & Jax.) Honestly, why should it matter what rank my husband is per our conversation/friendship. It's not like you will outrank me in an everyday setting. So simply put, don't ask me and don't let that be the first thing out of your mouth when meeting me.
- Found out today that Little Man can still kind of fit in the sink and "bathe" sort of. He was helping me do the dishes, somewhat, and one thing lead to the next and before I knew it, he was submerged in soapy water, splashing around, cracking up. I can't lie, it cracked me up.
- We learned something this week. Well, actually we (and when I saw 'we' I mean Hubby and I) learned two very valuable bits of information. First of all, ALWAYS google/wikipedia something before trying something new or something that you have very limited knowledge/experience in. In this case, it would be 'plumbing.' Secondly, NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER put drano in a dishwasher. Yup. We did that. Well, actually Hubby did that. I watched. And about 20 minutes after he did that, I walked back into the kitchen to find that the floor was covered in acidic drano bubbles. Fun right? But apparently (and we found this out AFTER I googled it) you're not supposed to do that. The drano will eat through hoses, and completely contaminate the dishwasher, and you'll be forced to run your dishwasher about 15 times to make sure it's clean and all the drano is out. Not to mention the smell of bleach/drano will flood your house instantly causing a massive headache. It was definitely a learning experience.

That pretty much sums it up. Hubby was on nights all week, so Little Man and I just went to the park a lot, we did go for an ice cream date, which was super fun. I think we'll treat Daddy to that later today. Nothing says ruin your dinner like an ice cream date! Ahh, we're having chinese for dinner, who am I kidding, that kid will eat all the rice and chicken his little tummy can hold, even with a belly full of ice cream!
And here are some fun pictures. Just from the bath experience, the drano experience, and randoms.

Until next time. "Laters, baby."

Mood Swings

I took this video of Little Man yesterday. Hands down it cracks me up. One day, not too long ago, he slapped me, so I tapped his hand and said "no no." Well that turned into him smacking anything and saying "Ma Ma Ma" as in "No No No." Well yesterday, he took his leap frog stand up thing and pulled it over to the kitchen counter, stood up on it like it was a stool, and tried to climb on the counter. I first started scolding him about this, telling him he could fall, he'd hurt himself, etc., but then it turned into this. And I had to video it. He does have a breakdown at the end (it WAS nap time), but rest assured, he was fine after I cuddled him and then we went to lay down. Yes, I probably shouldn't antagonize the issue of "No No" to make it more effective, and I probably should be more stern about something like climbing on the counters, but sometimes in life, you have to make moments like these more fun and sometimes they need to be on video. So don't judge me for this...my kid is absolutely fine.

As My iPhone Sees It

So I was just uploading a TON of pictures from my phone to the laptop and realized that there are a million (not literally) pictures there that unless everyone has instagram, doesn't really get to see. So I figured I'd share them here!

I didn't have the pleasure of taking this photo, but how can it NOT make you laugh?!?! It stays on my phone for this exact reason!

I bought this new outfit for our "little viking" (as Hubby as nicknamed him, due to his middle name). 

At the beach with Little Man the other day. He's my beach combing buddy.

Not sure what he was thinking, but it's an intense look nonetheless. 

I absolutely cherish little moments like this.

And cuddling moments like these.

The jets were flying over at the parade. He was excited!

Here Daddy, have a cheeto, but only one.

Love this look.

The DeLorean. Actually there were three in this parade. Three DeLoreans on this SMALL island in WA! Mind = Blown.

Just when I think Little Man is my BFF...ha.

Yes, this is EXACTLY what it looks like! It's the Yum Yum (aka "shrimp sauce") from a Japanese steakhouse! A friend pinned this and I copied it and HAD to try it. It is A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.. I am a happy pregnant woman these days!

Busy body Little Man.

Yeah, so I got burnt the other day sitting outside reading 50 Shades. Who the heck would've thought you could actually sun burn in WA state?!

Big ole Baby Bump. The Little Viking is getting bigger! 24 weeks here.

Little Man vs. Hubby. Twins...right?!

Little Man and I had an ice cream date. A girl HAS to dress up for outings like this! 25 weeks.

These two small bowls of ice cream cost about the size of a TUB of ice cream, but it was the memories we made that was worth it! He decided he HAD to have mine, as well as his. At least I can share :)

 There are some photos I left out, but for the most part, this is a good little collection to share! Happy Thursday to y'all!

I am a Lucky Girl

I rarely have pictures of my family together. Normally Hubby and I switch off to take photos, but when  my in laws were here, we got lucky and got some pretty neat and beautiful photos of our little growing family. 

I say I'm a "Lucky Girl" because I am very blessed to have these two (soon to be three) men in my life. Hubby and I have come a LONG way, endured a lot, and are at such a great place in our marriage. Deployment changed him, and completely for the better. He has grown into the man that I always knew he was and has become such an amazing, caring, loving Daddy to our Little Man. I'm so proud of him and how much he has grown in the past year. Anyone who can't see this is truly blind, not that anyone else's opinion matters except mine, but it's such an amazing transformation. He is truly my rock, my best friend, and the love of my life. We have learned that as long as we have each other, and our boys, we have the world. I'm so excited to face any adventures that come our way because I know that together, we can take on the world. 

So here are just two wonderful pictures that were captured of my beautiful family. 

On the Mukilteo Ferry headed to Seattle.

At Windjammer Park, in Oak Harbor.

I'm a very lucky girl....and I know it.

22 Weeks (Better Late Than Never!)

Wahoo, got the 22 weeks preggo photos! Thanks to my wonderful Momma in law! I must clarify that while these were being taken, my little man was throwing a major temper tantrum, and I wasn't feeling super hot that day. But still...I got it done. (Unlike my 24 week one...yeah, big failure there.) These photos were taken at Fort Ebey near Coupeville, WA on the Gun Battery side. The view is stunning here. 

I was pushing out here. Definitely not sucking in.

But there you go :) As promised! I know my belly looks big, but it's really not. I swear the camera ads like 30 pounds when you're pregnant. Just saying. Someone should really look into that.