Bye Bye Baby

Well, there are some big changes going on in the Moody house. It's nearly August and we are busily making way for Baby Kate (only 3 months to go, can you believe?!). Last weekend, Wyatt said goodbye to his baby furniture and welcomed his new "bigger boy" bed. I say that because it is still a crib - Mommy and Daddy were not quite ready for the freedom that comes with a "big boy" bed - so we decided to use the crib my sister in law used for her daughter. But it is a convertible crib and should we decide sometime in the near future that Wyatt is ready for a toddler bed, we now have that option. He was very happy to "help" his daddy assemble the crib (we only had to hunt down a few misplaced screws) and he wanted to test it out immediately!


And he LOVES it! I don't know what it is about that bed, but he practically begs to get in it at naptime and bedtime - a mother's dream, I tell you! And he's never slept better.


A new bed for Wyatt also meant good things for Mom and Dad. Since he gave up all his furniture to baby sister, and since the furniture that is currently in our bedroom just so happens to match his new crib, we decided we would pass our furniture onto Wyatt and buy ourselves a fancy new bedroom suite. And that we did. And here she is...


This, obviously, is the picture from the website, as we had to special order ours and it won't be delivered for two weeks, but you get the idea. It was a big purchase, probably the biggest we've made since we moved here, and it was sort of hard to hand over the cash to the lady at the store, but I'm certain we will be glad we did it. Stay tuned for pictures of the real deal.

When we first moved into this house, we had a collection of random furniture that we'd inherited over the years from parents and friends who didn't need it anymore and were gracious enough to pass it along to us. Each of those pieces has served its purpose well and we are very grateful to not have had to live in an empty house all this time. But little by little we are adding new pieces, ones that we've actually chosen and that (gasp!) match!! Our very first purchase was a coffee table and two end tables to replace the broken ones we started with. Then a TV stand that was tall enough to keep tiny little Wyatt prints off the screen (and that matched the coffee table!) Next a new couch and love seat set (SO comfy) and now a bedroom suite. It's all coming together and we feel like such grown ups now! And speaking of growing up...


My baby is hardly a baby anymore! Look at him - he looks like a real live BOY now! And you better believe he knows he's not a baby anymore. A high chair? Puh-lease! He wants to sit at the table with us. And how dare us think for a second he might still want to eat with his hands! He'll take a fork, thank you. And, whatever you do, please don't try to wipe his mouth when he's done eating. He can obviously do that himself.



I just can't get over how big he is and how smart! His favorite words this week are "doose" (juice - which he wants ALL the time), "nack" (didn't you know the 's' in snack is silent?), "duck" (several of which he got to see last night at Medicine Creek and he couldn't have been more excited), "kack" (what the ducks say), "wup" (up... not sure why the need for the extra letter), "down" (which he says when he wants to get down and often when he wants to get up), "puppy" (to include horses, cows, deer, squirrels, sheep, you name it), "mow" (the sound a "puppy" (kitty) makes), and "poo poo" (to inform me that there is, in fact, poo poo in his diaper - and he's always right).

We've come a long way from attempting to decipher his little infant cries to attempting to decipher his little toddler speak, and my, how time has flown. It's hard to believe we will soon be back to square one with a precious baby girl and that Wyatt will no longer be the baby, but the BIG boy - although he will always, always be my baby boy. This motherhood thing is so much better than anyone could have ever told me it would be, and it blesses me every day. I am learning so much from this special little boy, and it is all just so, so sweet.

Now What?

As you know, Tyler and I (and Wyatt) have been living this Army life for about two years now. We've loved it, we've hated it, and we've really, really hated it. But now, we've come almost full circle to loving it again. A few short months ago, we (mostly Tyler, but when a husband is miserable in his job, his wife feels the pain) were at the peak of our unhappiness with the military and couldn't think of anything better than the day some super important person would sign that piece of paper saying that we were no longer bound to this lifestyle. And July 7th marked the day that one year from now, we would be able to get that very paper signed. The way this all works is that one year prior to when your commitment to the Army is up, you are able to "drop your papers" as they say, basically stating that in one year we no longer want to be in the Army and the ball is set rolling on your honorable discharge.

Well, we had dropped our papers and started the countdown. We are now down to 10 months until the day we'd be able to leave Fort Sill (we could move home on terminal leave in May with the days that Tyler has saved up) but now we're not so sure.

Obviously, I would LOVE to be back in Texas, close to my family and the majority of my friends. But I have lots of friends here now, too, and will have many more wherever the Army may take us next. And while several aspects of this life aren't ideal, there's equally as many that are pretty terrific. We've heard horror stories of staying in and horror stories of getting out, we've envisioned scenarios of what our life may be like either way, we've weighed the pros and cons... and we have no clue what we want to do.

It's not like we have to know tomorrow, but if the next 10 months go by as quickly as the last, then we need to have some idea about what will happen next. And it's a really, really, REALLY tough decision.

Here's where we stand...

You can't beat the benefits - this includes the fact that our housing and utilities are paid for, the health insurance (it cost us exactly $0 to have Wyatt), I would never have to work a day in my life and could stay home and raise my children (the most ideal situation I can think of), and the rate at which Tyler would promote in the Army is much faster than that in the civilian world. So basically, a lot of it revolves around money, but in that we would be earning more than enough to live off of while the military pays the majority of our bills, we are all taken care of healthwise, and my kids aren't spending their entire childhood in daycare. Not to mention, we would see the country, maybe a few other parts of the world and meet lots of great people, as evidenced by how many truly wonderful friends I've made in two short years.

On the other hand, we would likely never again be as close to home as we are now, and the longer we stay in the more we risk deployment and separation. And we'd have to move our kids around a lot. There are surely a few other downfalls, but those are the two that would most affect our decision.

So what do we do?! Yeah, we don't know. We'll probably spend the next 10 months going back and forth, wondering what's best for our family, but how will we really know til we do it? And when I'm stuck by myself, mid-deployment, with two kids, will I be wishing we'd gotten out? Or when we move back to Texas to be close to home and we're living off of a teacher's and a cop's salaries wishing someone would help us pay our mortgage will I wish we'd stayed in?? I don't know. And everyone has a different story.

As of right now, our paperwork is turned in and the countdown is still ticking. But we can change our minds at any time. So here's to hoping we make the right decision, whatever that may be...

And just for grins, here's a couple pictures of Wyatt and his soon to be Jersey girl, whose parents just made the decision to get out of the Army and are headed back home as we speak!

"The Summer Night is Like a Perfection of Thought"

Well, we had our 2nd annual Lauman Ave. Fourth of July BBQ yesterday, which will also, sadly, be our last, as our core group will all be gone by next July. It's a very bittersweet thing because as much as we're all very excited to move on - The Cappellos, leaving the Army and moving back to Philly, the Whites, staying in the Army and heading out West to California, and the Moodys, also leaving the Army and moving back to the only place we'll ever call home, Texas - we're also very sad to say goodbye. We've had some great times over the past year and a half and the 4th of July has again proven to be one of the greatest celebration weekends of them all.



We do it up big on Lauman... more food than any one group of people should be able to eat in an evening, lots and lots of good, cold beer (this item being so important to some that they were willing to drive down to Texas to get "real" beer, as Oklahoma only sells a weaker version), a very competitive Washers tournament, lots of happy, messy, squealing babies, and some of the best conversation I think I'll ever have.




The Army is an amazing thing with its ability to bring together such a vastly diverse group of people who would likely never be friends otherwise and bond us in such a way that it feels like we've know each other for a hundred years. And this special bond we share will make it much harder when its time for us to part ways, but in the meantime, we've made some pretty priceless memories.




And as proud as I am to be an American with the freedom to celebrate this special holiday, I am that much prouder to be the wife of an American soldier with the privelege of sharing the celebration with so many others who have afforded a little bit of their freedom to secure yours and mine. God Bless America!


And just for the sake of summertime, I have to throw these in... it's just not a summer celebration without some good, juicy watermelon!