Daddy's home!

On May 22, 2008 at about 2:20pm, that's what I was telling Brandon. We had gone to Mike's reserve unit around 10:30am and we were there until daddy came home. Brandon and I walked around and blew bubbles and they had all kinds of stuff set up for the kids to play on so he played in the little air jumpy slide thing. He was scared to play at first but then started to feel better about it and was jumping and running around in it. Of course we had one of the coolest welcome home daddy posters (finger painted of course) so the news spotted us and interviewed us. http://www.wcpo.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=6a31aac7-f09f-46cf-ad43-9b88f89c6c57 you can click on the video on the side and watch the little clip. For some reason I am always getting interviewed.


This is the sign I made. I guess I didn't get a pic of Brandon's sign....








Well we also went on a little road trip this weekend. We drove to Fort Campbell. The ride down SUCKED!! Brandon cried nearly the whole way and we got bad news about half way down that Mike's grandpa had an aneurysm and had to have surgery. We decided since there was nothing we could do about it, we were just going to stay and do what we had planned to do. So we got Mike a new dress uniform and I visited with my friend Robin from high school. I hadn't seen her in at least 10 years. Her husband is deployed and she is doing it alone with 4 kids! I have the utmost respect for her cause I could barely handle one!!




Of course no trip to Ft Campbell, Ky could be complete without visiting the site of one of the happiest times of my life. We went down to the river walk in Clarksville, Tn where Mike and I got married nearly 5 years ago.






It's amazing how much a place changes over the years. Even the headquarters building on Fort Campbell was moved to a completely new location and looks cooler than ever!



Well it's been a few days since daddy returned and things are going pretty good. I noticed yesterday that Brandon acts up when both of us are around but when it's just one of us he's fine. I don't understand it at all.

hair cut adventures

I have been waiting for a while to get my bub's hair cut. We were waiting on daddy to get home from Iraq. Well that time came last week. Mike was suppose to go to a school in New Jersey, but he got there early, and since there was 5 of them there early the people at the base said "we don't want you here" they rented a car and came home. It was a little surprise that lasted only about 3 days but it was nice. Anyways..

Last Monday April 28, I took Brandon to the Dr for his 15 month check up. His ears still weren't clear from his ear infection a couple of weeks ago so no shots. He weighs 29lbs 4 1/2 oz and is 33 3/4 inches tall. He barely let the Dr listen to his lungs or look in his ears. He was hysterical, screaming and pushing the Dr away. I swear at one point I heard him say "don't". They had a picture on the wall with a bus on it and he pointed to it and looked at the Dr and said "bus bus" and the Dr looked at me mouth open and said he is extremely advanced in speaking for his age. I said oh he's defiantly a talker. We have to watch what we say or do around him now. He likes to repeat. Stuff I thought they started doing a little older.

So Tuesday I was off too and since daddy was home, we decided to take bub's to his paw paw to get his hair cut....yea...the visit to the Dr was nothing compared to the hair cut!! Holy crap!!!!! He tried to jump out of the chair!!
This is when we first started. Paw paw has his own barbershop.



this was just a little later...he still has both ears but you would have thought someone cut one off the way he was crying!!




Needless to say Brandon didn't want anyone to even LOOK at him after it was all over except ma-ma. Every time Paw paw even looked at him he turned his head the other way. He didn't want dat-tee either. It was funny!