Both girls are still sleeping. It's mornings like this, becoming more and more frequent, that I question having a third child. They are both wonderful nappers, and sleepers (Olivia throws a fit before nap and bed - but, once she's down, she's down). They are starting to play well together and entertain each other without me. I'm becoming very very spoiled..in the morning, that is. Then, I'm faced with a reality check when Olivia strips naked and won't get dressed just as we're walking out the door. Or, Lila, teething, shoves her fingers in her mouth to press on sore gums and makes herself puke all over the clean outfit I just put on her. Or Olivia decides she wants different pj's on just as I cover her up and kiss her goodnight (thus begins a battle of wills).
At any rate, Matt is gone...again. He's out to sea with the Navy until Thursday (he left early Sunday morning). He was in Italy most of last week, came home for barely two days and left again. My parents hardly saw him. I'm trying not to get frustrated that this job keeps him away from his family so much. But, it's hard. I'm just bitter because, while I support my husband, I have a hard time supporting the fact that his duty to country comes before his family. I thought I'd be "over" it by now or used to it. I'm not. It's taking time and a 16-month extended deployment didn't help.
So, it was a good thing I had my parents here this past week because Lila and I both had colds. I used Zicam and fought off the sniffles. But, I had two back-to-back sore throats. Thank goodness for throat spray the local pharmacy has here that you can't get in the US (at least I've never seen it. The pharmacists here can diagnose and prescribe medicine for minor illnesses such as strep throat, pink eye, and ear infections). The stuff didn't numb my throat. I'm not sure what it did, but it got rid of the sore throat in less than 24-hours. I'll have to load up on that stuff before we move back to the US!
Aside from giving both my parents our colds, we had a great time (Olivia will be next, I'm sure). My father took Olivia across the street to the beach every day. They made sand castles, searched for shells and watched our dog run around. She's now obsessed with going to the beach. I'll have to take her now more often. I love the beach. I don't, however, like the sand that inevitably finds its way into my house upon return.
Olivia is becoming quite the hoot. She loves to read. She will read to her dolls (or in the case of the above picture, Grandpa) and recite as much of the book as she remembers. If the battery in my camera wasn't dying, I would have got the above scene on video. She was saying, "Mama, do you love me? Yes, sweetheart, I do. Very much."
Olivia has doll stations all around the house. It makes my house look messy. But, if I move a doll, she gets very upset (I think I've previously posted about this). My mother took some great pictures of her dolls lined up in a row, with towels on them (we try to avoid using paper towels in our house, thus we have a a few dozen white bar-type towels that we use instead and Olivia thinks they make great doll blankets) and when she emails them to me, I'll post them.
Well, Lila is now up. She's had her diaper changed and is eating breakfast. A load of laundry has been put in the dryer and I've topped off my coffee. I should end this post and wake up Olivia so I can get her fed and ready to leave the house for Mums and Tots group by 10:00. That'll be a challenge as 10:00 is an hour away.