Move, baby, move

So, I have a walker. Not one of those horrible toy things that run over bare toes. A walking child. She has taken all of 7 steps on her own, so it's not like the kiddo will be running a marathon soon, but still! I am so proud I can hardly stand it. I wish I had my camera on me so I could have captured that look of pure joy on her face when she realized what she was doing. So instead of posting that picture, I will share one of the pictures that I am going to blackmail her with when she is older. Enjoy

She looks like she wants to eat the dog for dinner.

And just an FYI: Go visit John and Steve and help them celebrate their great news!

http://johnandstevearehavingababy.blogspot.com/

Staci

Been gone so long

Okay, so I suck at keeping up with the blogging world. I admit it, I do. But I do have LOTS of nifty excuses...which I won't heap upon you. Just an FYI though, I never really understood how much the hubby helps with the kid until he isn't around to help with the kid. Single parenting sucks! I have so much more respect for single parents. OMG it's F*cking HARD! My little one is almost 11 months old and her daddy has had to go to x training, or y class, or to fix x equipment out in BFE for almost 4 months of her life so far. And he won't be home for any significant period of time until late September. Okay, okay, enough whineing. It's not that bad, really. I love the Coast Guard, I love what they provide for my family, and I am so incredibly proud of my hubby for what he does, but I wish they wouldn't take him away from me so much. Anyways, back to the point. When you are a stay at home parent, sometimes you take your partner for granted. It's amazing how much I do anyways. But when he is gone, even if it is only for three days, I realize how much he helps. Even if it doesn't seem like a lot, it really is. Taking the dog out in the morning, dealing with the stinky garbage, helping with dishes/laundry, and especially playing with the kiddo after work and giving me the all important break. Even the tiny things like getting me a glass of water when I am nursing the baby or being there for a hug when I am starting to feel overwhelmed. I miss all of it when he is gone, even though when he is here I don't even realize how important it is. So I want to put a big THANK YOU out there to all the dads and moms who work long hours out of the house and come home to work long hours in the house washing dishes, changing diapers, playing games, being silly, and being a great parent and spouse.

Till next time...

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Apparently, this isn't going to be a daily blog. I knew when I started this that I would be here every day, diligently entertaining the world with my wit. I was going to have 20 readers (I have 2) and 10 followers by the end of the first day (I have 1). I was....Oh hell, I don't even remember what I *was* going to do. Is that normal? I have very selective memory since Sammie was born. I select to not remember anything. Well, select probably isn't the right word...I just don't remember anything.

Speaking of the kid, I swear she has a death wish. She has thrown herself off my lap, tried swallowing a Ritz cracker whole, got into the dog food, pulled a chair over on top of her, and took a header into the coffee table. This is all just today. I wonder why I didn't have the energy to go to the movies?

On another note, it has started raining here today...summer in Alaska is officially over. We had a great run, summer and I. I will miss your clear days, 70-90 degree temps, and sunlight from 3am to 2am. I have a nice deep tan now (by which I mean a slightly less ghostly white skin tone that *could* be called a farmer's tan). The ability to drive to both ends of the road without skidding and cursing the damned cabin fever was not unnoticed. It was nice while it lasted. You will be missed and I will be counting the days until I see you again next June.
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I have NO CLUE what I was going to write about. I got distracted by my psyco dog running over the kid and making her scream bloody murder, which resulted in putting her (the dog) outside and listening to her cry until we caved and let her back in. She then proceeded to run around in circles like a crazed, rabid animal and almost ran over the kid again. Fun, fun, fun. Anyway, I have the rest of pint of Ben & Jerry's Phish Food to devour.

P.S. Thanks to Cape Cod Gal and Captain Dumbass for stopping by to say HI!

Introductions

Well hello there and welcome. Thanks for dropping by! No, no, you didn't need to call first, I was just feeding the munchkin. Here, let me cover up my boobs *readjusting* okay, decent. Nice to meet you!
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Okeydokey. Hey, look, I don't really do the uncomfortable silences very well. Do you want to hear a little bit about me? No? Well, too bad. I like to talk, so sit down and have a listen. It shouldn't take too long.

My name is Staci. I am a 26 year old new mom, trying to figure out this whole marriage and kids thing. My husband is Leon, and the ankle biter is Samantha. I use the term "ankle biter" in all honesty. She really does like to knaw on legs if she reaches them. A little background would be helpful, you say? Sure thing, I aim to please. I am a Coast Guard wife and a mommy to the most BEAUTIFUL 9 month old daughter ever. Okay, so maybe I am a little biased, but can you blame me? I didn't think so.

My husband is currently stationed in Alaska, so here I am, in the middle of ALASKA! I was born and raised in Louisiana, so this is a *little* out of my comfort zone. I am an insomniac, chocolate making, cake decorating, booze loving, hot mama who really wishes she could be lazy for a whole hour at a time. Ahh, what a vacation that would be...just reading or playing a game on the computer. I can almost see it now. The beach chair, sand, alcoholic beverage served in a coconut. Damn, I drooled on the laptop again. I really have to stop doing that. Anyways, moving on.... I am a workaholic, however am a stay at home mom. Sound crazy? It is. However, being a SAHM is so much harder than I thought it would be. Do you know that a 9 month old crawling baby can/does get into everything? I figured that one out.

I am so very new to this whole blogging thing, but ya know, I read blogs every day, so I think I have the general gist of things...kinda, sorta, maybe. Okay, probably not at all, but so what! I will get the hang of it. What, you want to know why I am all of a sudden jumping on the blogwaggon? I think that this whole mom thing is awesome and all, but I have somehow turned from party girl to wife to mommy. I am hoping that I can find my way back to a happy medium somehow, and if along the way I make some new friends, get some good advice, or just let other moms know that they aren't the only ones dealing with it...well, I think I can handle that. Until next time...
Staci