A "fairly" good time

We hit up the State Fair on Monday to celebrate Memorial Day. We met up with our friends who's Daddy is deployed with Rob. The kids had a fantastic time. Mya's favorite ride was the flying swings. My cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. You could just see the excitement she was feeling with her infectious smile every time she'd go around. I was nervous ofcorse, but I knew I just had to let her ride them. Mariano actually rode some rides this year too. Last year he didn't ride anything. I was impressed by his bravery.

Daddy Dolls!

Daddy has been gone like 8 days now. I got the kids these daddydolls made so that they could always have daddy beside them. Whether they are sleeping, eating, playing...daddy can be there. They both love them. Mariano takes his to preschool with him and uses it as his pillow. We are all feeling the lonelyness, but hopefully these dolls will help my babies remember Daddy and how much he loves them and misses them.
Rob sounds in good spirits everytime I hear from him. I am over here keeping busy which seems to keep me from falling apart. For instance yesterday morning I left the house at 9:30 in the morning and didn't get back home until 10 'till 5. I've had many days like that. I'd rather have the days where I stay inside and have nothing that I have to get done. Mya only has a few days of school left. She gets out on her Daddy's birthday. My poor honey's 2nd birthday in Iraq. For the love of Bush!! Sorry Bush lovers.
Time to go drink some coffee with Coconut creamer!

Gone baby gone...

Well it's just me and the kids for the next 6 months. Rob left on Tuesday and I have been running non-stop ever since. I'm going to do my best to try to keep you posted from now on. I received a call from him today and he was still not at his final destination. He sounded very sad which in turn made me sad. He said that he hopes to feel better once he can actually get to his base and take a shower, unpack & eat...get a routine started. Which is exactly what I am trying to do over here. The first night was really rough because at bed time Mya started crying really bad and I asked her what was wrong (I already knew) and she said that she missed Daddy. My heart felt like someone ripped it out and was just stomping it into the ground. I didn't know what to do for my baby or how to make her feel any better. All I could think was to just hug her tightly and tell her that I knew she did and that I did too but that Daddy misses us just as much and is probably thinking of her at that very moment. She asked if she could sleep with me and I obliged ofcourse. Honestly, I love her sleeping with me. I just don't think it's very healthy for her to do it every night so I had to tell her that she can sleep with me one night during the week and one night during the weekend if she chose. This made her smile and I was relieved. So I tucked her in my bed and ventured down stairs for a little pity party of my own.

Valentino going green

Here is a cute shot I got of him in one of his cloth diapers, can you read his butt?