Two, and three.

Welp, Damm left early Tuesday morning. He's currently bogged down at Reception-we had a bit of trouble over our marriage license. Turns out his recruiter copied the wrong side (he did not copy the side that said we were actually married, just the side that gave us permission). So I faxed the necessary info and emailed it. Haven't heard anything back so I assume it got there. I'm hoping his actual training starts soon. I'm already counting down the days on our calendar and don't want this first part to last much longer than 9 weeks. I did some research this morning about what actually happens at basic-i.e. the 3 phases, and that helps. I'm hoping we'll get our first letter/address soonish. That first day I rearranged our house. The next day I joined a gym. We had already selected one but were waiting until June (that being when he gets his first paycheck). I borrowed money from the brother, however, because May was looking pretty empty and I wanted to have a ...

It's incredibly rewarding to be a parent. It's thrilling at times. Other adjectives include awesome, fun, awestruck, proud, and the list goes on. It is also the hardest and the most demanding job you will ever have. Case in point: Today is final's day for both Damm and myself. His are all today because he's shipping out and they have to be; mine are all today by happy coincidence. So a good night's sleep is in order. BUT. The Orclette squirmed, tossed, and turned for quite a while. This didn't affect me as I already had fallen asleep but Damm had a rough time of it. Then, at 2 a.m., the Orclette fully woke up saying that it "hurts" and clutching her legs. We inspected her-absolutely nothing wrong that we could see and her legs were working perfectly-and were somewhat at a loss as to what to do. I didn't think she was actually hurting. So we took a shower. And then we all huddled together under the blankets. Apparently this was the correct thing to...