Tuesday, March 30, 2010


First family photo.

Thought I'd share. :) msf

Return Triumphant

I wouldn't be sitting down to write this blog if the Man wasn't on base inprocessing, but since he is, and I have time, I might as well write.

I'm currently sitting in the recliner admiring the tulips and daffodils that are festooning our humble abode while wearing an apron that is absolutely covered in flour and biscuit dough. Can I just say, I love wearing aprons. It's like having a gigantic napkin that doesn't fall off your lap. I've spent the morning hanging out with Littles and prepping for lunch which will happen if the Man ever gets home. I have my doubts. But it's nice to be looking forward to him actually being home instead of just looking forward to a skype date.

The Man got in on Sunday, and from now on 28 March will be celebrated annually and exuberantly in the Friz household. It took the guys forever to get their bags, and since they had to go through customs, we (on the other side of the customs' doors) waited with increasing impatience. I got out my jitters by pushing the stroller back and forth ceaselessly and by tricking myself into thinking that the next time the doors open it was going to be him. Naturally, the Man, being the Man, was the very last one to come through the doors since he had to make sure everyone had their bags and no one was left behind. I love my husband, but sometimes I wish he wasn't so responsible and servant-hearted. I mean, come on. Be a little selfish, man! And when he finally made it through the doors, it seemed like there were dozens of people between me and him and half of them wanted to shake his hand. But then he was there, and we were hugging, and I was picking up Littles to show him to the Man, and I was trying not to cry (because tough girls don't, obviously), and it was pretty much mind blowing.

After all the gear had been loaded onto the buses and the Man was free to go, I realized that I had absolutely no clue how to get back to the parking garage, which was kind of entertaining. We wandered around BWI for a shameful amount of time before I finally manned up and asked for directions. And we drove home on the Baltimore-Washington and spring was finally worth being fully appreciated because he was home.

Anyway, since then it's just been us, and it's been grand. The Man is a great dad already, and I personally think Littles likes him better than me, but I guess I can deal with that. And evidently, Littles is fatter in person than he is in the pictures, but if that's the only thing I failed to communicate through email/skype/facebook/letters/packages, then I'm pretty proud of myself. And home is still home and the Man is still the Man even if there is a lot more baby paraphenalia strewn around and my husband is significantly skinnier than he was when he left.

On that note, I just got a text from the Man that he's leaving base, so I'm going to go put the meatloaf in the oven so that I can fatten him up again. Evidently I like my man rolly.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Gratitude Cast

This week we celebrated the end of the serial casting by having Little's heel cord surgically lengthened. In honour of the beginning of the end (he goes into a brace after this), I made a gratitude cast for Littles (his last cast will be a welcome home cast). We have "thank you" written in the obligatory English and then in Indonesian (and Indonesian slang), Spanish, French, Arabic, and Chinese. We believe in multilingual children in our family.

I wanted a gratitude cast for this one because there are so very many things I'm thankful for at this point.

I'm thankful for the wonderful job that the doctors and nurses did at Children's. I'm thankful that this was such a fixable problem. I'm thankful that Littles will be able to walk and run and play, thanks to the great medical care we received. I'm thankful for the support I've gotten from friends and family and my wonderful husband, and especially for my mother-in-love who talked me through all the minute details of the procedure and listened to me process during multiple phone conversations. I'm thankful for our GPS that helped me figure out downtown DC until my sense of direction finally kicked in and I began to feel like a competent driver once more. I'm thankful for insurance that keeps us from spending thousands of dollars and that my name is not Geneva Noreen (whose bill came to my house yesterday and scared the living daylight out of me). I'm thankful for the many ways I learned to make this fun instead of frustrating.

There's a lot that I'm thankful for, not the least of which is that the Man is coming home a week from tomorrow. And that is just pretty cool.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


A couple weeks ago, I was informed by a friend of mine that Littles looks like a Kewpie doll. Not knowing what a Kewpie doll is, I didn't know whether to say thank you or sic Oswald on her. So I looked it up. And I have to say, the similarities are creepily present. I mean, less creepy than if I'd been told Littles looked like Chucky, but still kind of creepy. Dolls in general can be kind of creepy. (The number of times I've used the word "creepy" in this post is creepy.) At any rate, I'm posting a picture of a Kewpie doll and a picture of Littles to commemorate this moment forever. Random fact about Kewpie dolls: Anne Frank had one.

Kewpie doll. Yes, they live in nudist colonies. Just kidding. If you need more information on Kewpies, wikipedia has a terribly instructive article.

Littles. Slightly better clothed and refusing to smile for the camera, but I can totally see it!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Springing Forward Enthusiastically

Okay, how cheesy is this:

This is the first time I've ever been excited about the loss of an hour due to daylight savings. Why? Because it means one less hour that I have to wait for the Man to come home. Normally, all it means is one less hour of sleep, but not this year! This year, I'm reveling.

And on that note, I should probably go to bed, since I'm still going to get one less hour of sleep, in spite of the revel...

Friday, March 12, 2010

Rainy Day Realization

I woke up to the beautiful sound of falling rain this morning and the clicking of my light switch with no accompanying flash of a lightbulb turning on. Yep. Our electricity was out. No biggie. We have a gas stove, and the grey light coming in through the windows was more than sufficient. Plus, my computer was charged. So I opened my laptop (lovingly named Seamus Finnigan McBook) to check my email and...wait, what? Why is my wifi not connecting?

Yeah, so, realization number 1: if you have no electricity, then your internet cannot connect. If you have no internet, then you cannot check your email. If you cannot check your email, then you can't find out how your husband's day went. If you can't find out how your husband's day went, well, you get the point. For want of a nail. Yada, yada.

Realization number 2: I am addicted to having internet. The thought that all the fresh produce in the fridge might go bad left me completely unfazed. Not being able to check email, and thereby hear from the Man, left me a little frantic. Not being able to play on facebook while I nursed left me a little bored (grey light while beautiful isn't the best to read by, so my alternatives were limited). And contemplating a day without watching Psych (yes, I was thinking long term) left me a little, well, saddened in that deep place of my soul that gets great pleasure out of howling over the antics of fictional Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster.

All that to say, I think I'm going to have to stop cold turkey when the Man comes home. I mean, no, not long term (my parents would have a cow if they could no longer skype with "their" boy, Littles--I'm a mere after thought), but I think I'll take a few days off since I'll actually be able to talk, in person, with the Man instead of having to email him or skype him or facebook message him. And nursing entertainment? He'll be here to talk to me. And surviving without Psych? Not a big deal. The Man is way cuter than Shawn Spencer and, yes, even Burton Guster.

As you can tell, my internet is now on, which means I should go email my husband and then I think oatmeal muffins are in order. After all, it is raining. And rain requires celebration at all times.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

cinnamon toast coffee

There's really no better way to start a day than with a few slices of perfectly put together cinnamon toast, a cup of coffee (with a bit of whipped cream on top), freshly washed laundry bouncing around in the drier, one of your all time favourite friends on the way in, and a happily gurgling baby. Admitted, it would be even better with the Man, BUT I only have to wait a few more days, add a couple extra pieces of toast, and tell Jennah that she canNOT take another trip up here...til after we've had a few days by ourselves.

I'm not quite sure where this sudden bout of blogging is coming from, but isn't it fun while it lasts? I should probably quit writing and hanging out with Mohawk Baby (who hasn't figured out that if he's trying to talk, his paci will fall out) and go unload the dishwasher. I haven't even looked out the window and already it's a beautiful morning. As Littles and I sang last night (yes, together), "Morning by morning new mercies I see."

And my day just got better: an email from the Man in my inbox. I must be living right...

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Just a Follow Up Post

Little's camo-cast is off, and his last cast (well, not really--his last week long cast; he gets another cast after the surgery next week) is on. It's a beautiful clean white slate, ready and waiting for the awesome idea I already have just waiting in my head. You're going to love it. I'm planning to execute said awesome idea either tomorrow or Friday, so keep a lookout for awesomeness. Coming soon to a blog near you. Or this blog. Yeah, just this one.

And now, I'm going to take my overly creative brain to bed. Because having a two month old is tiring. And I need the sleep. Especially since the Man is coming home in 16 days--I have to rest up now since we're going to be painting the town red in just a few more days! Wow, that feels good to say.

Get This Cast Off My Child!

So, as many of you are aware, I've been doing cast decorations on my son as he has serial casting done on his club foot. It's been a great outlet for my creative side, and it's made for some interesting conversations. This week I decided to follow the creative advice of my husband. In his defense, it was a cool idea...I just didn't have the skill necessary to make it look cool. Unfortunately, once you draw all over a plaster cast, there's no going back. So I've been praying for Wednesday.

Props if you can figure out what it's supposed to be:

On a happier note, here's Littles doing tummy time on the baby afghan Auntie Jennah made for him:

And on that note, I need to get this kid ready for his last cast! Well, not counting the one he'll get after next week's surgery...

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Spring? Maybe?

Today we had the first promise of spring. In celebration, I went for a walk and wore shorts. And it felt great. My sister, Littles, and I stayed out until the sun set, walking about five miles, just enjoying talking and pushing the stroller and being outside, instead of being stuck in the apartment hiding from the snow.

Spring has always held a special place in my heart. I think part of it is that we didn't have seasons in Indonesia, and while I love the equatorial tropics, I've thoroughly enjoyed falling in love with the seasons...in more ways than one. The Man and I started dating in the fall, said those fatal three words in the spring, got engaged in the summer, and were married in the winter. All that aside though, I'm always fascinated by the changing of the seasons, and I enjoy them all (yes, even the winter, though being pregnant this time around made it that much more enjoyable). Each one brings something new. The world is a different colour. It has a new taste, a new smell, a whole new feel. It's incredible. I find that I'm looking forward to this spring with as much excitement (if not more) than ever. Biggest thing spring is bringing: the Man. After that, tulips and daffodils, long walks with Littles (and the Man), picnics by the Potomac (with the Man...and the Little Man), blonde streaks in my hair, getting some sun on my skin, sitting outside on our patio (with the Man) to watch the sun set and/or rise, and pretty much anything else involving the Man and being outside.

It's going to be a great spring this year. I can feel it.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Danger Signs

The Man needs to come home soon. Today I actually considered giving Littles some cookie dough. I mean, it just looked so good and it tasted so good that I wanted to share. I love him. I love cookie dough. He would probably like to try it. Thankfully, sanity kicked in before I did, but seriously. This is a little dangerous. I shouldn't be left alone with an adorable baby who would probably really like chocolate chip cookie dough with all its promise of salmonella poisoning!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Bursting Blossoms

I bought daffodils at the store today, and I picked the ones that were still smooth green buds so that I could watch the entire blooming process. Tonight while Littles and I were reading Winnie-the-Pooh, the buds started cracking open. Literally. (Now watch for this smooth segue.) I tried to explain it to the Man in an email tonight, and I'm so glad that he's coming home so that I can stop trying to describe everything via a computer keyboard and start sharing these awesome (and somewhat random) experiences again. I don't know how to put into words the way Little's eyes look like suns over a crinkly ocean when he smiles. I can't adequately describe the diaper that miraculously had poop on the outside, but not the inside. And no, there wasn't poop on the changing pad--that was Mom's idea. I'm serious. It was a miracle. And I can't figure out how to tell him with just a handful of letters and some punctuation marks how much we've missed him and how very glad we are he's coming home.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Miniature Chocolate Chips

Little Man is in bed already (which doesn't necessarily mean asleep) so I should be too, but I ate way too many chocolate chips tonight so I'm feeling rather awake. They were mini-chocolate chips, so they had fewer calories. Naturally. And no, I'm not going to redo my chocolate milk joke.

This is another reason the Man should come home. Or reasonS. 1) I would've eaten fewer chocolate chips had the Man been home because a. I would've had someone to provide some guilt and shame to keep me from indulging so unhealthily and b. he would've made me share and c. I wouldn't have needed so much chocolate if I wasn't living at home with a newborn and without him. 2) I would have much more incentive to go to bed right now...clearly. 3) I wouldn't be trying to get the blogging out of my system before he got home and we went on our anti-internet spree (since we won't need it for long distance communication) because he...would be home. That made so much more sense in my head.

Anyway, blog for the day. And the moral of the story, folks, is that you shouldn't keep adorably edible mini-chocolate chips in your fridge when you don't have someone else living with you to keep you from eating them. However, the moral of the story for the Man is that he needs to come home soon. All in agreement say, "Aye!"

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

count down?

So, I promised the Man I would do something cool and creative for the blog in preparation for him coming home. This would be so much easier if I was cooler or creative(r), but I will prevail! I'll start by posting a few (cool) pictures...with (creative) captions:

Me and Littles creepily excited about the Man coming home this month:

Little's new cast that reads "Future Coffee Addict and Bibliophile". No, I have not given him coffee yet, but I will if the Man doesn't come home soon!!! Somebody has to help me finish the pot.

On the bottom, it says "Smiggle", his nickname from his Crazy Aunt. The Man needs to come home so that Littles isn't brainwashed into thinking that's his real name.

And that concludes our blog for the day. Bring on the March!