Friday, July 20, 2012

Summertime!

Summer is here and we are in search of WATER!  Fortunately, we don't have to look too far where we currently live.  Sometimes we are in the beach-mood....



 other times, we are in a pool-mood.


 Sisterly-love
 We are always in a lake-mood!  Bomb's away!
 This summer, Laken was a fish!  Marielle is still learning to trust.

 Happy one minute...
 not so much, the next.
 More sisterly-love
 1-2-3-JUMP!  You are so brave, Laken!  Love making memories with my family at our lakehouse. 

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Shacking up

Ok, so totally being unoriginal witht his post, but you girls need to here this from the 'horses mouth'.  I've been an avid listener/reader of Dr. Laura's since about age 19.  I tend to agree with her every perspective on matters of the heart, human decency, manners and self-respect (if only I'd taken all her advice).  I like how she encourages people to be less 'touchy' (and by 'encourage', I mean 'demand'...she's really a 'no-excuses' kind of helper).  I am a sensitive-soul and I worry every day that you inherited that gene.  I saw it first in Laken around 8 months old.  I was telling Daddy what a 'nightmare' you'd been today and you immediately burst into tears in an apparent recognition of the horror I was making you out to be.  I was in utter shock at how soon both of you could understand before you could udder a word.  Marielle hangs her head in shame, it seems, when I give her a disapproving glare.  Oh, the tears you will shed for criticism of your cooking and bad haircuts if you did in fact inherent my super-sensitive nature.  Daddy takes things far less personally.  Maybe it's a man-thing, but I hope it rubs off on you girls.  Life is really too short.  I hope one day you read the books I have read by Dr. Laura.  She has helped me to see that the world does not revolve around me, that pity parties are lonely and annoying and that doing the right thing is always the best thing, favorable outcome or not.  I want to be a person of courage, character and conscience and I want the same for you.  So, one day, when you are considering moving in with that boy, please, please, please, heed these words by Dr. Laura:

"I can't believe The New York Times, with its hugely liberal perspective, actually published an article on the downside of shack-ups. I was stunned. The article, titled "The Downside of Cohabitating Before Marriage," gives some stats that are simply mind-boggling:
Cohabitation in the United States has increased by more than 1,500 percent in the past half century. In 1960, about 450,000 unmarried couples lived together. Now the number is more than 7.5 million. The majority of young adults in their 20s will live with a romantic partner at least once, and more than half of all marriages will be preceded by cohabitation. This shift has been attributed to the sexual revolution and the availability of birth control, and in our current economy, sharing the bills makes cohabiting appealing. But when you talk to people in their 20s, you also hear about something else: cohabitation as prophylaxis.

In a nationwide survey conducted in 2001 by the National Marriage Project, then at Rutgers and now at the University of Virginia, nearly half of 20-somethings agreed with the statement, "You would only marry someone if he or she agreed to live together with you first, so that you could find out whether you really get along." About two-thirds said they believed that moving in together before marriage was a good way to avoid divorce.


But that belief is contradicted by experience. Couples who cohabit before marriage (and especially before an engagement or an otherwise clear commitment) tend to be less satisfied with their marriages - and more likely to divorce - than couples who do not.
The issue lies in the shack-up itself. When people decide to get engaged, there's a lot of thought involved. They realize, "Oh my gosh, I'm making a commitment." They talk about babies and families, and where they're going to live. None of that occurs when people shack up. There's no decision-making, only sliding. Shack-up couples slide from dating, to having sex, to sleeping over, to bringing their things over, to being there most of the time, to shacking up. There are no concrete decisions with rings and ceremonies and families involved. The two people have not and do not talk about what they want, need, and expect from each other.

The article also discusses how cohabitors often have different, unspoken - even unconscious - agendas:
Women are more likely to view cohabitation as a step toward marriage, while men are more likely to see it as a way to test a relationship or postpone commitment, and this gender asymmetry is associated with negative interactions and lower levels of commitment even after the relationship progresses to marriage. One thing men and women do agree on, however, is that their standards for a live-in partner are lower than they are for a spouse.
You can see right there that shack-ups are just convenient and comfortable. There is no desire for a connection on a deeper level. A lot of people think, "Well, living together reduces costs. It's easy, and there's no real risk. If it doesn't work, we'll just break up." EXCEPT, they've already bought furniture and pets together. A couple that thinks, "Maybe we will, maybe we won't," is not as dedicated as a one that says, "We do, we'll commit, we'll make it happen."

It's important to discuss everybody's motivation: "I'm shacking up with you because..." or "My expectation is..." As I've always told people on the show, you cannot have any expectations when you shack up. It's not a commitment. Either one of you can do whatever you want at any given time, so expectations of marital behavior are silly, foolish, and self-destructive. This is why there's more mental illness, violence, and breaking up when people shack up. Women especially start having more anxiety and depression. They also experience more battering because their partners take their frustration and annoyance out on them.

Shacking up is not an intentional step -- it's just convenient. There's absolutely nothing of depth that people can count on."

NOW, as Dr. Laura would say, GO DO THE RIGHT THING!  Love, Mommy

Friday, June 22, 2012

And just like that, one's life is forever changed

Last night, Traci and I were playing Bunco, chatting throughout the night about military life, the cruise she will go on with her husband, Paul, when he returns from Afghanistan, our workouts and how tonight is her 'lucky night' as she proudly wore the Bunco crown.  The plans for Paul's return were many, the days of single-parenting were long.  Life was one way.  Full of hopes, anticipation, trivial desires.  Traci would lose weight this summer, Paul would get a Jeep when he came home, we'll be sure to invite so-and-so to our next girls-night-out.  How life would completely change the next day.  How we would all lose our smiles.
I called Traci around 2pm to pick her brain about her religion.  I had some questions I needed answered in order to support another Jewish friend who wanted to attend Christian church with my family this weekend.  Traci invited me over to keep her company and I declined, knowing I had to cram for my Personal Trainer Certification test this weekend.  I would regret that decision in about 2 1/2 hours. 

Around 5pm, the phone rang.  It was Traci again.  In a soft, shallow voice, she said something along the lines of "I need you to come over"
Me:  "Why?"
Traci:  "Paul was killed"
Me:  "What"
Traci:  "Paul is dead and I need you here"
Me:  "Who?"
Traci (in a little louder voice):  "PAUL, my husband"
Me:  "What!?  I'll be right there"

Someone punched me in the chest.  I could barely stand and Barrett was not answering his phone.  I ran to the neighbor's house with my wobbling knees and asked her to watch the girls.  I jumped in my van and called my mom.  "What do I say, mom?  I don't know if I can handle this.  I don't want to see her tell the boys.  I can't believe this is happening.  This isn't fair." 

Over the next few hours, a few of us would sit by her as she recalled the details of most dreaded moment in a military-wife's life, called various family members and friends and sit her boys down and tell them the tragic news.  The latter is a moment I won't soon forget.  I knew I was witnessing two little boys being scarred for life.  I felt the anger inside my soul boiling over. 

Later, the thought that would bring me comfort was that Paul himself lost his father at the age of 6.  And he became one of the most humble, giving, loving, smart, gentle men I have ever met. 

People heal.  Traci will heal.  Life will never be the same, just like that.  But we will get our smiles back.  She will regain hopes and dreams.  We will get through this.  Together.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Our trip to PA, Part III

One of my (and certainly one of Laken's) favorite things about visiting PA is a trip to Aunt Judy's farm.

 Someone call a dentist
 I miss the beauty of PA





 I think Marielle just wanted to escape the heat, the animals and all the excitement



 Today we got to meet Chase and see Aunt Brooke and Uncle Adam for the first time in over 2 years.  They were living in Korea when Chase was born and didn't make it PA for Christmas last year.  Hopefully Daddy will get to meet his nephew before he's a teenager!  You kids are gonna grow up fast.

Our trip to PA, Part II

We celebrated Laken's 3rd Birthday in PA since Daddy was away for an Army training.  It was a blessing to have family around for this event.
 Grandma and Granddad bought you a beautiful cake with Dora on it (at your request).
We are definately missing Daddy 
A rare photo op with my and your cousins.
 I figured the best way to have a good time was just let you all be MESSY!


 
 No one was safe!




 I often wish you were growing up closer to your family
 You were incredibly spoiled with gifts today.  You were so enthusiastic with your "Thank you!"s  As usual, you amaze everyone with your fun, polite, excited and well-spoken personality.  You make me proud.
 We may have to do this again next year! 
Unfortunately, we are anticipating a deployment to Afghanistan as I write this, that will likely overlap your 4th birthday, but it is nice to know we have family who love to honor you on your special day when we need them.  And Daddy is good at making up for lost time when he is home!  Happy 3rd birthday, my love.  It's going to be a great year!


Our trip to PA, part I

What can I say about our trip to PA?  It was do-able.  And it was wonderful to see my family.  Marielle threw up all over herself on the way up.  She gave the bug to Laken who was up throwing up all night at the Aileo's during our stop in VA.  I reminded myself that although this is 'disgusting' and 'inconvenient', it is not 'tragic' or 'horrible'.  My Cognitive-behavioral therapy skills put to good use. 
Laken was able to look at this picture just now and point to herself saying "That's me at my friend's house feeling better cause I was sick".  This picture was taken 3 weeks ago.  I don't think that's normal intelligence for a child who just turned 3 a couple days ago.  Just sayin'.

 We celebrated Memorial Day at Aunt Gwen's pool.
  Hung out at Grandma and Granddad's house


 Visited the farm


And celebrated Melinda's baptism
As usual, I can look back and appreciate God's timing in things.  Now, we are ready for Daddy to get home from Ft. Polk, LA!