Elena, Elena, let down your hair??

I'm really starting to think that my little future damsel-in-distress has convinced herself that she is Rapunzel. She asks for wigs. She begs me to straighten her hair so that it will look longer (which I almost never do). She will sit for an hour brushing her hair. I mean seriously this girl is so silly. A few times while I have been brushing her hair she has even acted out parts of the movie saying "Oh, Mother, why can't I leave me tower" and if I don't respond the way she wants she will insist until I play along. "Rapunzel, you can never leave this tower again!!"

I never thought I would let my daughters be "princesses." You know....that child who thinks they are so beautiful and so much better than everyone else, and thinks things should be handed to them on a silver platter...make that gold. I remember talking to Rosvin during his first deployment to Iraq after we found out she was a girl. We both agreed that we did not want her to be that way. To think that she was better than everyone, that she was the little princess and that Dorian was just her brother. But my little diva has other plans. And I don't think I have encouraged that behavior. I let her pretend anything thing she wants and enjoy what she wants, but I have never told her that she was the princess. But she is turning into a royal pain. <<Pun intended. LOL Now don't get me wrong, she can be the sweetest little girl, but boy is she strong willed. I cannot even imagine how she is going to be when she is older. Hopefully she puts her princess attitude to good use and at the same time doesn't give me too much trouble. That's likely, right?!

Super hero, Away

I am so incredibly excited for D's birthday party. It's still a few weeks away, and believe me I still have tons to do, but I am still so excited. He hasn't had a party the last two years so I guess this one will be making up for that somewhat. The theme is super heroes, which is so fitting considering he takes on 5 different personalities most days. His favorites being Captain America, Thor, Flash and so many more. I think he just goes down his mental list to try to fit each super hero into his day. He runs past me with his arms out like he is flying and the next minute he has the top from the hamper pretending its a shield. He has even started making symbols out of paper and gluing them to his shirts. Yes, I said gluing!! Surprisingly he is pretty crafty with crayons, construction paper, and kid scissors. The first time he made Superman's shield (who by the way, he had abandoned for a while after daddy told him that he is an ALIEN) I was shocked and thought that R must have helped him. But no. I am hoping this party to be epic. Well as epic as a young parent with limit means can make it for a 5 year old. I'm inviting his entire class (18 kids) plus all of our friends. We are having a taco bar, and yummy cake. And it's going to be 11/11/11 at 11! (He was born at 11:01). I figure this will be the only time in his life that he sees those number like that!! :) AHHH I cannot wait. I hope he is just blown away and remembers it forever. I will have to post some pictures afterwards of all the decorations and cake! Gonna be a blast. I don't think he even realizes that he is going to have a party. I can't wait to see his face. :)

Like father, like son

Mr. D was so sick yesterday. He woke up at 2:00 am and came in my room whiny and crying saying how horrible he felt. He climbed in the bed to snuggle up beside the baby and I noticed he had a fever so I escorted him back to bed with some tylenol, a kiss, and a sheet instead of his giant comforter. When my alarm went off I went in and kissed him, but he was still warm. So I reset my alarm for 7:00 so I could call to get an appointment. I knew I was in for a long day filled with a whiny, sick kid, a mess house, and a trip on post. And of course that was exactly how it was. (Although, I did manage to make so yummy cake pops!! Nom!) What is so crazy about D is honestly how much he favors the hubby, especially since is not home very much. And not just his personality traits, but the foods he likes and things like that. Which means that not all of these traits are enviromental. But anyways, he was laying on the sofa acting so pitiful, and he would tell E "I just want to be left alone, because I'm not feeling well. So you have to get OUT of the living room." It was like hearing my husband talk. And when he wanted to go to a different room he would get down on the floor and crawl and say he just couldn't walk. He wanted me to cater to every whim and baby him, which is just how his daddy is. Men are supposed to be rough and tough and nothing can get them down, but when they are sick all they want is their mommy (or at least the mommy figure in the house. aka ME). They really are just big babies who want to be taken care of. Good thing God knew who the stronger sex was and make us women the ones to go through childbirth or the species would have died out a long time ago.

Godparents

My kids really love their godparents. In fact, I'm sure we could not have pick two more perfect people. This morning they (D and E) decided to color pictures to send to them. I walk past the room where they are coloring only to hear a chorus of their love. They were singing their names and that that they loved them and what they were doing. It went a little something like this..."We love our grand, I mean, Godmother and Godfather. We are coloring a picture for our Godmother. We are going to maiiiiillllllll it to herrrrr!" and so on. Wish I would have recorded it. :)

I pledge allegiance....

At D's school they do not say the Pledge of Allegiance. I have asked him several times about to it which his stares unknowingly. Apparently the other day they were trying to teach it to him. The first time, according to him. So he starts to recite it "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of THE America". I couldn't help but think of that dumb beauty queen "and the Iraq and places such as" haha. Then I help him to continue. What followed had me in stitches. "To the replug-it, It stands?!?! Why does it stand? One nation under God, in-vi-dis-able, with lizardly and justice and all". Ah, so funny. Hehe

You always hear that the older you the get faster the time goes by. And although I can think of a few scenarios where that doesn't hold true, it is definitely the case for me. Today is October 1, 2011. Not only has the  year been flying by but it also makes me more aware of how fast the last few years has gone by. In just over a month my little man will be 5! I can still remember finding out that I was pregnant. I can still see the hospital room where I had him. I can picture the party we had for his first birthday. And yet, he is a kid now. A very smart, fun, handsome KID. I look back a photos taken only a year ago and he still looks like a baby. You know, round face and chubby checks. It's amazing how much kids change in such short amounts of time. I sometimes wonder how it must feel like for my parents, or grandparents. Having seen their own children grow up, and watching grand- and great grandchildren grow up now. I wonder if we weren't so focused on time, as a society, if maybe it wouldn't feel the same. We are always waiting for something, looking forward to something that is supposed to happen at a future time and we miss the small moments. We put ourselves on a bullet train to the future even though we know we can't go backwards. I try very hard to not  to do that, but it is so hard, especially when R is gone, which unfortunately is far too often.

You know what?? I think i'm going to try to change my outlook on this. I'm going to try to literally enjoy every moment. Forget about the things that do not matter and the people that just bring others down. I wonder if my perception of time will change after that. After all, perception is reality. Guess we shall see....

Thank you Dr. Freud

I can't help but kind of love this whole Oedipus-complex stage. It's probably part egotistical on my part really, but I still love it. Yesterday I had picked D up from school and we were on our way on post when he started talking about ages. (Ugh) He started out saying that R would be 28. So I asked how old I am and how old I would be on my next birthday. He of course answered correctly. My response, well what else?! "Ugh TWENTY-FIVE!!! Mommy is getting so old" to which my wonderful little boy responded "I don't think you are old. You are still beautiful!" Ah. I'm pretty sure most grown men could use some tips from this boy. They would def get in less "trouble" from their wives. Hehe

And don't think E is excluded from this stage; nope. Electra is running rampant as well. We even had a fake argument the other day! She said that she intended to marry her Godfather. But after explaining several times that he is already engaged (but it would be just kind of weird) she finally decided she would just marry her daddy, to which I responded "Oh no, he is My man." Head weaving and snapping and all. So we bickered back and forth for a minute about who's man he actually was until we finally called the man himself to find out. It was great fun!! Especially since I can trigger it in her at will. Ahh. The joys of motherhood. :)