Day 94; Halfway to Homecoming.

Day 94; Operation Deployment.

according to my husband, today.

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011.

is Halfway to Homecoming.

when it hit midnight, i cried. i didn't want to do anything but, sit there.

and think about all that's going to happen in the next few months.

and even more so, after my husband gets home.

i am hoping that time flies.

i think July will be the longest month.

the beginning of August, my mommy and daddy and Pedro come down for a week and a half.

then i will have the rest of August and the first two weeks in September.

but after that, it's crunch time.

i swear i've been tricking myself into thinking he's coming home sooner than he really is. i've been doing so many projects, getting our house together, it's really starting to feel like home!

i'm starting on the last care packages so that they're ready in case we get a mail cut off date, which will make it seem WAY too real!

i have Ryders picture project to do, homecoming signs for the fence and the house.

all of which i need a normal working computer to do.

and getting Ry's homecoming outfit, since mine is good to go.

and then getting him some homecoming presents, like the bigger skillet to cook with he's been talking about since we moved into our first house, lol.

by October, i want everything done and ready to go so i can just chill until my baby gets home.

when i lay it all out there like that, it doesn't seem like a long time at all.

i can't. fucking. wait.

whenever i think about my husband being home, it melts my heart.

when i asked him if he was going to take me to pick out a dress for the ball he said he'd be more than happy to.

[i guess he's getting too much sun to actually WANT to go shopping with me, lol.]

and he told me he could teach Ryder to wait on a woman while we do it.

he said i will get a much deserved break and i don't even have to get out of bed if i didn't want to. because he was going to take care of Ryder after i show him the ropes. it'll be his turn when he gets back. and I'll be ready, camera in hand. :)

he called me this morning instead of getting back online because he said he'd rather hear my voice. we talked about my whole baby issue and for once, i think he actually understood where i was coming from. he actually listened, and... got it. and that's. very new for my dear husband. 

we've already made a date for our bed, just the three of us, all day long. we will just stay in our jammies, under the covers, with a stack of movies by the bed to watch on the laptop.

which again, is new for him. i'm the cozy one that likes to lay around, he ALWAYS has to be doing something, or he will go crazy.

but he tells me, that's all he wants to do.

he has begun to amaze me. more than once this week, he has just made my mouth drop. with the things he's said. he really, truely, whole heartedly, wants this to work between us. and he's doing everything he can to make sure it does.

he started singing Love and Theft "Runaway" to me early.

my punk rock skater boy.

singing Country, because listening to it, reminds him of me.

his little podunk wife.

i teared up, i've missed his off key singing.

he's followed our vow of not touching ones self during Deployment.

you can read this and laugh all you want, and try telling me that ohh yeah right, he's a guy, he's jerked it.

but honestly, he hasn't. ask anyone around him.

he told me yesterday, "its halfway and i havent done it. i think if i did it now, it'd make me want you more, fuck that shit. ima just use it to pee until i get home."

oh, the silly things my husband says.

yeah, it might be a stupid vow, but for some reason, it means everything to me. he use to get teased for it, porn thrown at him, but he never faltered. because he knows it means something to me. and going from sex everyday, to absolutely no release for 7 months is a lot to ask of a man.

but i have one, so great, that he just doesnt.

but enough about my husbands penis. :P

point is, i'm super motherfucking stoked about Homecoming. and it's sorta, right around the corner. i hope middle of September gets here soon, then i know there's a giant light at the end of the tunnel.

i can not WAIT to have him home, right where he belongs.

and finally have a year of no goodbyes.

<3  

I love you Michael Patrick.

RYDER NEWS;

he now laughs, out loud. it's no longer just a giggle. what he laughs at, i have no idea. he's usually staring at the ceiling.

he's beginning to grab things now. usually my necklace, or his super teddy, and he was playing with his carseat toy yesterday!

he's beginning the first attempts to roll from front to back. he at least kicks his feet up.

and he will grab your thumbs and pull himself into a sitting position. he's really strong!

he still sleeps with his eyes half open, and it's really, really creepy.

so far, Enfamil A.R. is seeming to do it's job. though i will be asking his pediatrician about soy, because he still spits up a decent amount. :(

he's just do fucking adorable, and his mommy and daddy love him more than life itself!

p.s. please stop telling me how tiny he is for being 2 and a half months.

have you seen his parents?!