~ The kids have friends who come knocking on the door. That makes me so happy! I don’t even know why. But they come to see if the kids can play outside and are so cute.

~ Funny how a trip to get an oil change and to stop at the craft store to spend a gift card can turn into oil change, craft store, toy store, eating out, and three other stores. We didn’t get home until just after 10 last night. I stayed up to fold more laundry though. LOL We did find a couple of stocking stuffer gifts for the kids and I got resin at the craft store. I’m going to try making some jewelry later today, hopefully it will work!

~ Happy Birthday to one of my best pals Michelle! I’m not even sure she reads my blog, I’m going to email her so she will see my shoutout. 🙂

~ NKOTB in five days!!

~ This week is going to fly by because I have so much to do next weekend: Thursday night is the NKOTB concert, Friday night we are having people over, Saturday is the SpouseBuzz Live event in San Antonio (still not 100% sure I’m going to be able to go!), Saturday and Sunday are also Maker Faire in Austin (also not sure I can go!). I hate being so close and not being able to attend either of these events! There was a chance I would buy tickets to the NKOTB concert on Friday night, rescheduling our Friday night get together, but I can’t get good seats for that night and I already have good ones for Thursday. And I have friends lined up to watch Jake for me too, Alice is going to the concert with me and we are staying overnight. Oh I need to make our hotel reservation!

~ In a perfect world I would have Friday night tickets, stay overnight in San Antonio for SBL, and then go home that night. Sunday wake up and take the kids to Maker Faire. I’d then spend the next week resting from running all over in a short time. LOL

~ I have a lot going on and have been loving my todoodlist. I’m surprised at that because I figured just writing a list was good enough – just a slight change makes it work a little better. I was keeping lists all over the place – my tasks list and memos on the blackberry (which I still love and am so happy to have!), a notebook I carry with me, I even found a couple in the voice recorder (also on the bb) that I totally forgot about.

~ I hesitate to complain about Chris’ work stuff but dang we haven’t been getting paid right for months! It’s getting frustrating and I can only hope it gets fixed soon. We’ve never had pay issues before, though know a lot who have, and I can finally understand why they are so upset when they talk about it. What seems like it should be an easy fix just never is! I just read over on the spouse buzz blog a quote that made me feel so much better! I’m going to think that from now on – “Somehow, never in history, has anyone moved from enlisted to officer” “Somehow, never in history, has someone traveled for their job” – check out the blog for the context. It does make me feel better. 🙂

The past couple of weeks have been flat out awesome for us. I am chalking it up to the massive amounts of fresh air and sunlight. 🙂

Photo by: jonl

hey, this is close to where we live 🙂

We’ve been spending the afternoons outside – the kids made fast friends with the neighbor kids and I met another neighbor. The kids and the neighbor boys are so cute together! Jake and one of them are the same age – the little boy has come over every day after he gets out of school to see if the kids can come outside, we are either already out or on our way. They ride scooters up and down the street or play tag. Last night we met another neighbor, the family has daughters, one the same age as Alice. So it seems they are sort of, kind of good here. I mean we all need friends right – and though the kids get along so great, I’m starting to be happier being here.

Not that my craft room is finished – or when I wanted to paint tshirts yesterday we had everything – and it stinks that Chris gets a one day weekend when, since it’s a holiday, so many others have a three day weekend. We are heading over to get an oil change later today and a quick stop at the craft store. I want to make jewelry for the NKOTB concert Alice and I are going to in just a few days. (YAY!!!)

It’s been a year since George passed away. I held hope for the last few weeks of his life, hope that the doctors were wrong and he would be okay. Hope that every Mother has inside of her when something is wrong with their child. But he knew he wasn’t joining our family. I know that because every time I felt overwhelmed and felt really sad and really stressed and worried and anything that was too much for me, he moved around. He kicked and wiggled. His way of saying hey I’m still here, right now I’m here.

My Mom came to be with us for a week and she got to the house really late, I think midnight. She slept with me and while we talked about what could happen, what might happen, he was kicking the whole time. It was so much to handle. Going to the hospital the next day with her and having them tell me he was gone took a weight off of me. The sadness was overbearing and weighing me down, the anxiousness of what the doctors were going to tell me. I’ve always been an anxious person – I threw up the first day of middle school because I was so nervous. I always got a stomach ache when I was nervous, anxious or overwhelmed, I still do. I felt sick before we went into the doctors office – and walking out I felt okay.

Okay in the sense that I knew what happened. My son was gone but I know he didn’t suffer. And he made sure that while I, and Chris, would be overwhelmingly sad – we would be okay. He waited until my Mom showed up to leave us knowing we would need someone with us so that we could be okay.

And so it’s been a year. A year of moving three times, living with family members, spending a huge amount of time with my brothers, my nephews, my nieces, my Dad, my Grandma. A year of missing Chris because we had to be apart in order for him to get farther in his career. A year in which my Grandma passed away too.

I think about George daily. I think about how excited Alice and Jake were after telling them we were having another baby, about how old he would be now. I think about how many people knew he was coming and how they too are sad.

We buried George next to my Grandpa and Great Grandpa. We had a very small family service last December, attended by my parents, one of my brothers and his kids, my best friend, an Aunt and Uncle, my niece, and a few family friends. We had traditional prayers said and sang for him by long time family friends and we buried him.

We haven’t got him a headstone yet. My Mom thought of making him one, kind of how you make a garden stone, and including rocks that family members carry with them for a time. She grabbed a few rocks from my Grandma’s gravesite for us. Chris doesn’t like the idea though, because concrete doesn’t last forever and he wants something that will. Late next summer my family will get a headstone for my Grandma, so I figure by then we can figure out what we are going to do. A headstone feels so definite though. At my Grandma’s funeral one of my Mom’s oldest friends said she hadn’t got her husbands headstone yet because that is the last thing she has to do, and then that’s it, and she isn’t ready.

I think I am. But by saying I think, maybe I’m not. George changed my life, my thinking, my love for the people around me. I wanted to be closed in, to ignore everyone and just be by myself. I didn’t want to be happy, but I didn’t want to be sad all the time. I just wanted to be. I tried changing Chris’ career – the few people who I talked to said they understood, but I’m not sure you can unless you have such a sad event in your life. I wanted to close in and be alone – and luckily for me, no one really let me.

Especially with my Grandma gone now, now I want to open my arms and have my family magically close and have everyone call each other regularly and keep up with the gossip and share the news. That magic doesn’t just happen – and I have days when I try to force it and days where I just leave it alone. And days when I am really sad, and then I talk to my Mom, or Chris, or the kids come running wanting to read a book to me and I know that the impact that George had stretches farther then I figured it would. And I know we are going to be okay.

The other night my Mom forwarded my Grandma’s obituary to me. She wanted me to read it before sending it on to one of my Uncle’s and a cousin. I started crying just as I started reading it. I suppose that’s a normal reaction. It’s been just over a month and I think of her throughout the day every day. I used to call her when I did the dishes or cleaned up the house. I don’t like doing those tasks so usually called to visit and it would go faster. I’d call to ask how to cook something, what to use on a burn or cut or what to give my kids for a cold. I called for anything and everything – and I can’t do that anymore.

I haven’t gone so far as to pick up the phone and dial. Even if I did, no one would answer because my cousin who lived with her works all day. It’s strange to not be able to call. I still think oh I should call to visit, to ask, for her to remind me – and then a brief moment later realize that it isn’t possible anymore. Of course this is hard, it’s going to be hard for who knows how long.

She always ended a call or a visit by saying “okay I’ll be here” – and now she isn’t.