I have four homes....the home within my husbands heart, my daughters heart, my mothers heart, and my brothers heart. The past few days I have been at my physical "home" where I grew up. Spending the time away from C.L. and with my Momma and Caroline has been such a blessing to my soul. I LOVE seeing Caroline spend time with my Momma, and the joy that it brings both of them. Other than myself, Momma can get Caroline to calm down faster than anyone else when she is having her crying fits...mostly due to being exhausted or hungry...she's going to be a Granny's girl :) Caroline laughed for the first time during this visit and it was hilarious...I will always remember that she laughed laying on Momma's living room floor while her Granny and I were trying to see if she has any teeth coming in! It was the cutest laugh I've ever heard in my entire life...but of course she is being very selfish with those laughs and hasn't shared another laugh yet.
I often feel bad for the fact that I always call Ptown home, and not C.L. where hubby and I have created our home. But I've decided that the saying "Home is Where the Heart Is", is true. Sadly, my heart can't all be in one place at one time.
Oh tears.
On a more lighter note, my baby bro turns 21 this week...gah makes me feel like an old woman!
Caroline
Bubbles!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Being a Marine Wife...
Oh the joy of USMC. Gotta love it right? Amazing that in less than a month hubby and I will be celebrating our first anniversary as man and wife. CRAZY! Never in my mind would I have imagined that within 6 months from that time I would be standing very pregnant at a Marine Corps ball watching my husband thoroughly enjoy himself as I stood in heels feeling like Shamu in a dress that I thought didn't make my stomach look large (Who was I kidding?), living in my third residence in six months, fuming because the speaker said the F Bomb and all I could think was "Yea you are a Marine, but there are Marine daughter's here and they just heard that!".
Lately, I keep hitting the brick wall of not feeling successful at home. I think it's because I can't do as much as I once did. I take care of Caroline, try to maintain the house, cook dinner, and try to give my husband the most attention I possibly can when he gets home from work. But I miss my hubby, even though he is three feet away from me. It's hard being a wife period...add on the Marine Corps and it makes it tougher, sometimes I try to imagine what life would be like if hubby was a banker...it would be nice to have him home everyday at 5:30 see him in ties and suits, meet him for lunch out in town, and talk about the news. Instead my hubby is a Marine and I see him when the Marine Corps sees fit, he wears tan or green all year long, gets a haircut every Sunday and we talk about nonetheless....the Marine Corps or on American Idol night, the singers. Not going to lie...it's hard.
Is it worth it? Of course it is, his job is to protect my life...our life...and others lives when the time comes. I've always been a supporter of a draft, because I feel that it makes a man to serve his country...also I will more than likely always vote for the President or political candidate that has had an honorable time in the armed forces. It's also pretty kick butt when someone ask you what your husband does and you can say "He's a Marine", because they are the best ya know? :)
Gotta feed the baby....more on being a USMC wife later!
Lately, I keep hitting the brick wall of not feeling successful at home. I think it's because I can't do as much as I once did. I take care of Caroline, try to maintain the house, cook dinner, and try to give my husband the most attention I possibly can when he gets home from work. But I miss my hubby, even though he is three feet away from me. It's hard being a wife period...add on the Marine Corps and it makes it tougher, sometimes I try to imagine what life would be like if hubby was a banker...it would be nice to have him home everyday at 5:30 see him in ties and suits, meet him for lunch out in town, and talk about the news. Instead my hubby is a Marine and I see him when the Marine Corps sees fit, he wears tan or green all year long, gets a haircut every Sunday and we talk about nonetheless....the Marine Corps or on American Idol night, the singers. Not going to lie...it's hard.
Is it worth it? Of course it is, his job is to protect my life...our life...and others lives when the time comes. I've always been a supporter of a draft, because I feel that it makes a man to serve his country...also I will more than likely always vote for the President or political candidate that has had an honorable time in the armed forces. It's also pretty kick butt when someone ask you what your husband does and you can say "He's a Marine", because they are the best ya know? :)
Gotta feed the baby....more on being a USMC wife later!
Certainly didn't keep my word....
So about three months ago I had this optimistic thought that of course me, the multitasker, on top of everything person that I was, could certainly have an updated blog and be a new mom! What was I thinking, so now I start back blogging and hope to be more on top of it. I find that it helps to be some sort of emotional and mental release.
Just to catch everyone up to date...I had a baby, I named her Caroline, and now the Beninate's are a family of 3. We have survived the first 10 weeks...wow 10 weeks! Caroline is beautiful and amazes me everyday :) More on her later.
During the past three months I have graciously accepted that my hips will never be the same size...goodbye my favorite true religion size 6 jeans that I wore only a year ago :( Instead I embrace the fact that those hips gave life to something and that life will give me more than those jeans ever did. I love when I can sleep at least 6 hours a night, and wake up to a baby that smiles at me when I go get her out of her crib, kinda like she is saying "Good Morning Momma, I love you and you are doing a good job, now let's eat!" Most important I enjoy seeing my husband love on his little girl and be a softy (speaking of softy he cried like a baby when she was born, and I said "Thank goodness she is out!").
As far as my labor and deliver it was pretty simple once nature started it. I was scheduled to be induced on Wednesday December 29....but God had other plans, tried our patience after being pushed back each day until finally they told me on the 30th that if she didn't come naturally over the New Year weekend they would induce me on January3. Well, I woke up at 5am on the 1st (her due date...she's going to be prompt like her momma) didn't feel to hot, hung out showered, figured out that I must be having contractions, woke my hubby up, called the hospital and my mom, went to the hospital, and then around 5:45 pm started pushing and at 6:59 my long, loud, and beautiful baby made her debut!
Just to catch everyone up to date...I had a baby, I named her Caroline, and now the Beninate's are a family of 3. We have survived the first 10 weeks...wow 10 weeks! Caroline is beautiful and amazes me everyday :) More on her later.
During the past three months I have graciously accepted that my hips will never be the same size...goodbye my favorite true religion size 6 jeans that I wore only a year ago :( Instead I embrace the fact that those hips gave life to something and that life will give me more than those jeans ever did. I love when I can sleep at least 6 hours a night, and wake up to a baby that smiles at me when I go get her out of her crib, kinda like she is saying "Good Morning Momma, I love you and you are doing a good job, now let's eat!" Most important I enjoy seeing my husband love on his little girl and be a softy (speaking of softy he cried like a baby when she was born, and I said "Thank goodness she is out!").
As far as my labor and deliver it was pretty simple once nature started it. I was scheduled to be induced on Wednesday December 29....but God had other plans, tried our patience after being pushed back each day until finally they told me on the 30th that if she didn't come naturally over the New Year weekend they would induce me on January3. Well, I woke up at 5am on the 1st (her due date...she's going to be prompt like her momma) didn't feel to hot, hung out showered, figured out that I must be having contractions, woke my hubby up, called the hospital and my mom, went to the hospital, and then around 5:45 pm started pushing and at 6:59 my long, loud, and beautiful baby made her debut!
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