Day 4

I'm sitting here staring at Taya Kyle's book, and it's staring back. I'm not exactly sure why that happens to be the one to jump out at me each time I look at the bookshelf. It doesn't have a flashy spine; kind of plain, actually, but that's the one that seems to always catch my eye. I don't think I can read it right now, but maybe someone is trying to tell me that I should. Who am I kidding? Reading is a luxury afforded to those who have survived the toddler years. If it's not about dinosaurs or gorillas going to bed, I probably don't have time to read it. (I picked it up and started crying during the intro. Nope. It will have to wait until I'm not pregnant and you're not deployed)

I made a deployment calendar for Cale today, so we can mark off a box every night before bed. I'm hoping it will help him understand more about when you will be home, but right now, it just looks like a lot of boxes. A LOT of boxes. 

And yes, I'm aware that he looks like Brock in this photo. 

We also did an art project for you today that was less than spectacular. Cale wanted to paint, so I got the paint out. He got it on his finger and had a meltdown. He cried when I cleaned it off his finger. He lost his mind when I put the paint away. Then he cried because he wanted tea. I gave him tea. He cried because he didn't want tea, he wanted juice. Gah! His twos were showing and I was losing my patience. He's calmed down now, thankfully, but I need a nap. 

So here I am, at the end of a day that I thought I might finish bald, and this little boy climbs up in my lap and tells me he loves me, then turns around and kisses my belly and says "wuu you wiw brofer" (you can't make this stuff up). We got to video chat with you and show you everything we did today, I read an entirely true list about deployment on Pinterest, and Big Brother is starting in 30 mins. And after all of that I realized that we are totally kicking this deployment's ass. Yes, I know it's only day 4, but whatever. I'm turning into a deployment ninja. We got this. 

I love you, Island Boy. Talk to you tomorrow... Goodnight, my love.