In view of the fact that we will be moving to Hawaii and things tend to be a bit more expensive there, we finally broke down and got a chest freezer. We've been wanting one for a while now and I started researching and trying to find a good one for a decent price back when I was still pregnant. After much thought and lots of searching, we decided to wait for a while longer.
After we discovered that we would be moving back to Hawaii we decided it would be a good time to get one. With that in mind last Saturday, we went online and found one we really liked at our local Lowe's (I love that store! They give 10% military discount if you show the cashier your ID). We went down and picked it up that afternoon, but we didn't have time to go grocery shopping that day, so we had to wait until the next afternoon to actually put anything in it (boy was that exciting!). I love the fact that when we grocery shop now we don't have to think "Will all of this fit in the freezer when we get home?" And now my husband doesn't have to spend 10 minutes making everything fit after a trip to the store (he has some mad freezer organization skills :). I know I'm crazy for being so excited, but boy, I sure do love having a freezer!
Now for random tidbits of what's been happening around here lately....
My husband texted me yesterday afternoon to tell me that they would be flying by our house in a minute (don't worry he wasn't texting and flying -- it was his stick buddy's turn to fly, so my husband was in the back, ha ha). I jumped up right away 'cause I wasn't sure how close he meant by 'a minute'. Peanut Butter Cup and I hurried to the back yard and waited...a couple minutes later I got another text (my first thought was that he was going to tell me they'd gone the wrong way and wouldn't be coming by after all, and I was a bit disappointed, but then I actually READ the message, ha ha). The text said they'd be kind of far away, but I was just glad they were still coming by (after my initial thought and disappointment). Almost immediately I could hear the helicopters (there were four of them as they were flying formation) coming from a ways off. Another minute passed and then they came up over the hill in the pasture behind my house and flew right past. It was awesome! Even though I knew my husband wasn't flying at that point (because he was able to text me), it was still neat the see them all go by and know that my husband already
had or
would be doing the same thing that day as well. I pointed the helicopters out to Peanut Butter Cup and told him his daddy was up there, but obviously at 4 months old he didn't really understand and was too busy looking around at everything else anyhow. : )
Speaking of Peanut Butter Cup...this morning I realized that I am not the only one reading this blog, so I thought maybe I should explain why I call my son Peanut Butter Cup (no, that is not his real name in case anyone was thinking that). I'm still getting used to the whole blogging thing, and call me paranoid, but I haven't decided yet if I am or ever will be comfortable using my husband and son's real names. So that is why I call my son Peanut Butter Cup...I haven't thought of anything to call my husband yet, ha ha. Anyhow, that is the reason for the strange name. :-p Who knows, maybe one day I'll start using their real names. :-)
With that said, Peanut Butter Cup is still trying to learn how to roll from his back to his tummy...he can get it if he holds onto my finger with one hand and I counter-balance him, but then he gets stuck with the other arm trapped underneath him, ha ha. Oh, and he keeps trying to steal my bag of Chips Ahoy cookies whenever I'm not looking. He'll be standing on my lap (he doesn't sit down very often) and leaning over my arm and next thing I know I see him reaching for my cookies. :-/ He's pretty determined to eat and drink 'big people food'. He's been that way since he was just two months old and he's getting smarter everyday. You pretty much have to face away from him and hide that you are eating and drinking if he is around or he will get upset. If he perchance gets ahold of a water bottle, he will try to get it into his mouth any which way he can...that is, until you can pry it out of his fingers. I know lots of people start their babies on rice cereal and/or some baby food when they are four months old (and I know of a couple who's pediatrician's okayed it for their babies at
3 weeks :-O), but after everything I've read I would prefer to breastfeed him exclusively until he is at least six months old. So, I keep telling him that he only has a couple more months...I don't think he's listening though, he's too busy trying to see whatever I'm eating or drinking.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, by the way! I guess I'd better go for now. This post has taken a couple of hours to compose, with a few diaper changes and breaks to play with or comfort my little Peanut Butter Cup scattered in with the writing. I think I need to change his diaper
again, so bye for now. :-)