When will I...

stop waking up and wishing I was in Oki? stop waking up and wishing I didn't feel like I have to barf? Funny. I've been off island for 10 weeks now and I just keep thinking it's time to get back on the plane. Funny. I've been pregnant for 8 weeks now (wow, that long already?) and I just keep thinking it's time TO FEEL BETTER.
Battling bronchitis, moving blues and morning (all day, really) sickness is not my idea of a fun summer. Plus, it's bloody COLD here! I don't want to swim, I want a fire and a blanket.
Oh, boy. I'm really whining here, huh?
Okay, so bright spots. Annie & Tami are here! We basically spent the weekend at Mission Beach w/Annie & co. and all of her family. What a wonderfully lazy weekend. We haven't seen Tami & co yet, but are hopeful this week we'll work out some visiting.

More GIANT bright spots. Charley is standing! Albeit, only when she feels like it, but she is standing nonetheless. Oh & I'm not deaf yet from her shrieking, so that's always a bonus. THAT child has the LOUDEST, SHRILLEST, MOST OBNOXIOUS shriek on the planet. And I promise you, no matter what you are thinking, it is true. I have actually gotten a headache the last 2 days in the car from her SHRIEKING. And, truly, she saves it up for the car and restaurants. It's just lovely and so endearing. It's darn good she's really FREAKING cute.

Speaking of cute. Eva really just shines with adorable-ness when she isn't acting like a mini version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. We alternate our days with: "oh, mommy. you're my best friend. thanks for making me my favorite lunch and reading my stories." OR "i don't like this food. and you making me eat it is just MEAN. that's why i don't want to live in this family ANYMORE!" Seriously, she has been just great this weekend. I think seeing some familiar faces and having LOTS of beach time really helped. I know it helped me!

Evie started a short summer program at her school this past week & has loved it. Her teacher is just wonderful and has made Eva feel welcome and loved. I'm so blessed in that respect. She is TOTALLY on par with Bender and that is more than I could have hoped for. (Bender was Eva's beloved teacher her 1st year of pre-school.) It's been a nice pasttime for her (and me) as I wade my way through the 1st trimester, re-enroll in college, attempt to get moved into our place, plan more travel and adjust to life on the sunny (HAHA) coast.

Oy. It's totally late and my bean is making me tired, so off to dreamland I skip. More later.
Love to all.
Tiff +1

pics!!

Enjoy. More to follow soon!

My last class. Bittersweet. I miss my mini musicians!

Evie, Maggie & Sami at Abigail's Princess Extravaganza! What a great bash!

Eva, Maggie & Elisabeth with Miss Jennifer at their final Kindermusik Class. We miss you, everyone!

ROCK STAR BABY!!

Eva & Mrs. Emerson on Eva's last day at All Soul's

Happy 1st Birthday Charley Cupcake!

LOVE MY CAKE!!

Coming soon to the clan mccawley...

well, not really soon but in February. You guessed it, we are preggers! Quite unexpectedly, I might add. Who gets pregnant in the middle of a move? Apparently me. We are totally excited, totally shell shocked and totally NOT going to find out what it is. HA HA. Every single one of you (except Angi) is totally irritated right now. :-) I'm due February 23 (as of right now), so I guess we'll all know if my Dad is EVER getting Grandson in about 8 1/2 months.
SO, that' s our totally big news and everything else seems to pale by comparison, except of course the news of my midgets.

Eva has settled into CA quite well, and is proving to love being able to go outside pretty much anytime she wants. No rain, no humidity, no mud, no big giant bugs. The weather here is consistently super nice just about every day, even with June Gloom. She has made some sweet new friends here, but still talks about her Oki pals, Billie and JoJo on a daily basis. Our life seems to be measured in the units that pass until we see them again. (Or until her next gymnastics class.) She explored the beach with Aunt Cassie and crew yesterday, which was a HUGE hit! My children are true fish. Charley was attempting to swim in the tub last night.
Oy, I am so in for it.

Charley has jumped over so many milestones in this last month and I have pretended to mentally keep track of them. I'll probably make up some dates and put them in the baby book and hope she never reads this post when she is checking my Mom score. She is signing like crazy, says Mommy, Daddy, YEAH, all done, uh-oh, ruff ruff & banana (na-na.) She shakes her head yes & no when asked a question she understands, has like 12 teeth now (seriously, i haven't counted them but they do keep us UP at night), is making ZERO effort to walk but has decided that climbing in/out and on top of stuff is super fun! She also refuses to keep her hair pulled back in any way, so it is constantly in her eyes, which she apparently likes. Rubbing food in her hair is also a favorite past time. And since I refuse to let anyone but my sister cut my kid's hair for the first time, Charley will be shaggy until our august trip home.

The most excellent, good news for our family is also that our expected arrival bumped us up to a 4 bedroom home, so we were assigned a house tuesday. We don't move in until August, but knowing we are no longer homeless was a HUGE relief. Of course, we happened to get the SMALLEST possible floorplan (can you say itty bitty teeny tiny shoebox?), so our first few months will be spent paring down. Which is good, since we don't need all that crap anyway. AND, "love grows best in little houses." THIS is the new clan mac theme song. PURGE PURGE PURGE. (or sell sell sell if you are po' like us.)

The other excellent news is that I hope to go back to school in the fall. This was the plan before mac #3 made an appearance, so we are going to try to stick to it. Say a prayer for me that the VA will reinstate my program and give me the go ahead to edu-macated. :-)

A big THANKS and I love you goes out to Cassie and her boys for welcoming us into their home and making us feel like we are loved & settled. It's been a tough 2 months for our little clan & the grainger clan has made it much better as well settle into our new geo-location.

As for those of you who were wondering about our trip to Hawaii, think "Griswolds go Hawaii" and that should sum it all up. Texas was great and uneventful, thankfully.

OH, and a big happy belated first birthday to my Charley. My poor baby's first big day kind of passed by with just a pfftt, since we were in transit. I dread the day she and Eva are comparing cards & pictures. Again, suffice it to say that our planned party in Oki didn't pan out, thanks to an unexpected power outage, but my incredibly generous and sweet pals there made it all work out by offering thier homes, their cooking skills and their decorating help. You were all amazingly giving and sweet and I am forever indebted to you for the gift or your love and friendship. THANKS!!

Well, I've rambled long enough. Below you will find donation forms for the clan mccawley minivan fund and a sign-up sheet for post baby visits/sanity saver trips to CA. :-) LOL

luv to all,
tiffers +1. (better not be 2)
p.s. sorry I have no pics. can't find them on the hard drive right now. maybe later.

Better days.

My blog posts lately have required a tissue and a dose of prozac, followed by a margarita, retail therapy and playing in traffic. SORRY! I have been in the dumps for a while and it has prompted a bit of blogging under the influence of moving/wine.
We're heading to Texas today. It's been a nice week here in HI, much better after starting a bit roughly. I don't know that I would recommend trying this while moving & with a baby, but we have had some fun! Yesterday we headed to the waterpark and our munchkins had a blast! Eva was quite upset this morning that we wouldn't be able to go back (until i told her about Schlitterbaun waterpark in Galveston and now she is perfectly fine.)
We'll still be traveling for the next few weeks, so blogging might be intermittent, but I promise to load up some pics of the mac midgets SOON.
luv to all,
tiff & co.

I miss my dad.

It hit me today. I watched 3 or 4 solid hours of Desperate Housewives tonight. The mindless entertainment gave the wheels of my mind the time needed to turn and settle. Settle into the realization that I've left my home, my friends, my students, my safe place.
Lately I find myself oddly drawn to every bearded gray haired man i see, wishing in some recess of my mind that my Dad will appear in the distance, coming closer with each step, reaching in to envelope me in the only bear hug in the world that makes me feel truly safe. There was a time in my life when I felt I had no safe place to land, a time when my father was my safety net. I may be all grown up now and somewhere in my mind I know I will be okay, but it doesn't take away my need for that hug.
Poor evie. Lately she seems to get the brunt of my frustrations. My intuition tells me that she feels the same way I do, lost and adrift, but our similar personalities somehow set us further apart, rather than drawing us together. This frightens me more for the future than it does now. How do I find a way to reach her, to let her know that it's me she can turn to? Let her know that I understand and I want to be her safety net? I NEED this, I NEED to understand her. I love her so much that sometimes it hurts and I cannot for the life of me figure out how to communicate with her. Isn't there a book somewhere that I can read? I already know the answer to that question. If there was, we'd all be better parents, better children, better spouses. The book is me. My life. My thoughts, intuitions, fears, ideas, & hopes. Looking inside myself will help me find the answer to my most cherished accomplishment: my children.
I MISS MY FRIENDS. Annie, it does some like forever since I left and it hasn't even been a week. Leaving was never as hard as it was for me to get on that plane. & you can bet the farm I've left more places than I care to count.
Here's to every memory, good and bad. To each friend I was blessed with, every drop of rain, every humid day, every gestured conversation, every rollerslide, every grain of sand, every food court lunch, every gecko in my bed, every first friday, every music class and every moment with my babies & my amazing husband on my island oasis.
We start anew in sunny So Cal soon. I know I'll make the best of it, but pardon me my mourning for a few weeks more. I haven't read my doll yet, there isn't enough wine or kleenex in my hotel room.
Thanks for the love. Thanks for the memories. Just thanks. I love you all.
Dad, I could really use that hug now.
tiffers

ramblings of a hangover...

Luvin' my baby

No more toothless grins!

Finding the bunny stash!

Ready for Church!

Yesterday we went to the Spring Okinapa for a bit of wine tasting, food sampling and kid free fun. Needless to say, I had a lot of kid free fun regardless of the fact that the wine was in short supply and they took the food away early. Sometimes I just don't get it. I know I should by now, but WHY would you have a 2 day wine tasting and not save enough wine for day 2? If you know we are a bunch of winos and will buy every last bottle, WHY don't you bring more? If you still have a room FULL of people drinking and eating, WHY would you start breaking down the food an hour early? These are the burning questions inquiring minds want answered. ENOUGH complaining and on to the important stuff. MY KIDS!!


Easter rocked, the bunny was reasonably generous and we had a great dinner with friends at Annie's house. Pictures of my family failed to materialize, due to my great inability to actually plan to take them before we rush out of the house for church. Then the day flew by and it was bedtime and I had not taken a single pic of my girls in their easter finery. DUH. Oh well, eventually I'll remember, dress them up, force them outside for a pretend pretty Easter day shot and lie about when I took it for posterity. Sometimes ya just gotta fudge the dates a bit for the sake of sanity. I did, however, get some great shots of the egg/basket hunt upon the awakening of our midgets. Eva was too cute following the string trails to find her & Charley's baskets. Then our little inspector perused the house for eggs, ensuring to put one in her basket, one in Charley's, one in hers, one in Charleys, etc. We never told her to, she just did it on her own. That child is really just so sweet!
Eva's new hair cut is the hit of the party, so to speak. Everyone tells her how grown up she looks. I shed more than a few tears when I realized this grown up thing wasn't going away. My baby is not a baby anymore. Even my child that really is a baby is just weeks away from toddlerhood. 6 teeth, pulling up to standing, eating tablefood, throwing little fits, growing like a weed & needing to have awareness of Mommy's presence at all times. My little houdini is changing every minute and I'm powerless to slow time! Where has this last year gone? Why does it seem like time sped up? Is it happiness that makes time speed by, gaining momentum like a locomotive racing downhill? SOMEBODY PUT ON THE BRAKES!!
Oh my brain is starting to melt from not enough food and too much wine, so I'm cutting this short before I get all sappy and whiney. Enjoy the pics and LEAVE ME SOME COMMENTS YOU LOSERS. I'm desperate for a distraction from leaving my beloved island!
26 days.
luv,
tiff

Ready for my close-up

On a date with Mommy to the kid's Museum

Hanging' with Marina at playgroup

The Long Good-Bye

Lately I've been ruminating on our impending departure from Okinawa. Last night I said a tearful good-bye to one of the best friends I've ever made, surrounded by 2 other best friends and thier families. It started me thinking about my life and the moves I've made, the changes, the friends, family, homes and places I've left behind. I guess I started the good-byes when I was around 6. They stopped for a while when my family settled in La Plata, but started again when I reached the ripe old age of 18. Thanks in part to the Marine Corps and in another part to my indecision, I (and we) have moved so many times in the last 17 years that I have lost count. When we left DC, we were immensely proud to have lived in our home there for 18 months. THAT IS SO SAD. When we leave Okinawa, it will be just 4 weeks shy of THREE years in one home. Not so long ago, thinking about our next move, I asked Susan (my Mom-in-law) what it was like to have lived one place her entire life. She summed it up in one word. Nice.

Nice. I think it would be nice to live one place, nice to make friendships that I don't have to bid farewell, nice to shop at the same grocery store forEVER, nice to pump my gas at the same corner station, nice to see my children grow up WITH thier friends. Watching those girls (and Alex & Nate) play last night was heartwarming and heartbreaking all at the same time. Hugging my dear friend Good-Bye as I sobbed sucked. And I'll do it again soon. BUT.

I still talk to Angi as much as I can, post silly comments regularly on her blog & send kid art through the mail. Cassie & I still manage to be joined at the phone despite the fact that we live 1/2 a world apart. Debbi still sends cards for every holiday and never forgets my birthday. Tami, Annie & I already have a vacation together planned for July and if it kills me I will somehow manage to get Jodi there. Connie & I still see each other EVERY Christmas and never forget to wish each other Happy Birthday on the Marine Corps Birthday. Michelle keeps me laughing & learning from her blog and comments and is STILL so dearly missed here. Stacey & Jen always clear their schedules when I go home to Texas and make me feel like I never left and remind me how loved and missed I am there. (You still give me crap for leaving and I love you both for it!) Heidi has just left but already sent me a sweet email that reminds me of why we she was, and still is, such a great friend. Paige & Mary might not be by blood sisters, but they are my sisters in spirit and always make me feel loved, missed and a part of life when I'm in Maryland.

And then there are my families. Always calling, sending cute stuff, flying us home, sending funny emails, just being there. They remind us every day that we are loved, missed and that our return to the U.S. is eagerly anticipated.

SO. I hate moving, I hate saying Good-bye. I hate packing, unpacking, and hooking up new utilities. I hate never getting to talk to my brother. I hate having a rift with my oldest, best friend that is too far away to solve.

BUT. If I never moved, never went new places and never experienced the world as I have, I would never have met all of you. All of you, you who make my life full, sweet, rich, beautiful, amazing. I wouldn't trade one moment of my transient life if it meant I might not have met even one of you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Until just this moment, I thought of my life as The Long Good-bye. But it's not that at all. It's until we meet again. And we will.

I love you all.

Tiff

All grown up

Little Evie before...

















Eva has been asking for quite some time to have hair "up to her chin." Over Christmas she asked, but Daddy said no. Well, since she has asked several times and understands that we won't be able to have braids, we finally gave in. Knowing this was a big deal, I elected to take her alone AND take pictures. Oh, I almost cried when she took that first big cut! It was hard enough to see my baby with a grown up do, but my sister didn't get to help her take that big step! I miss you AND your scissors, Sis. So, without further adieu...






Grown up Evie Grace, after...












































































Breaking Daddy's heart, one lock at a time!

And as a P.S., here is my other grown up girl, with TWO ponytails!

On the Mend

Today I woke up and was actually breathing through my nose. For those of you scratching your heads right now and wondering why this is significant, allow me to elaborate. Last Thursday, March 8, I had a septoplasty to fix my deviated septum. Surgery went well and I woke to find that my doctor had removed what he stated to be the largest bone spur ever from my nose, along with straightening and shaving my septum. Lovely. Leave it to me to be the freak. Anyway, my recovery started off semi okay, but took a nose dive (literally) when I got sick with a cold/flu on top of my recovery. UGH. I developed a touch of viral pneumonia from this, so it's been a rough go. HOWEVER, today I am starting to feel normal again, with the exception of a VERY itchy nose/eyes and a yucky cough. I'm still tired, but I'm getting there! I have to give a big thanks to Tami, Jodi and Heidi for helping out with my kids! You ROCK! Also HUGE thanks to Jamie Oberman (ENT doc), Tim Ayers (Anethesia doc), APU staff and ENT Staff. Jamie swears I said nothing embarrasing under anesthesia. Whew.

On to other excitement! Here is Eva on her new big girl bike! I cannot believe my baby is ready to ride. One of my most vivid and cherished childhood memories is of my father teaching me to ride my very first two wheeler. I remember it in such vivid detail, him dressed in some silly overalls, squatted to the ground with his screwdriver, removing the training wheels from my beautiful big bike. Oddly, I can't seem to recall the color, maybe it was blue. Once the trainers were off, he turned to me with this big smile on his face, ready to help me shed my fears and feel the wind in my face. Surprisingly, I remember that we lived on Joanna Drive in Santa Anna, CA, on a tree lined street of duplex homes, many with children. We went to the end of the driveway and Dad set me on the bike, holding it steady so I could get my feet on the pedals and find my balance. We started slowly down the sidewalk, my dad holding the seat and starting to jog as we picked up speed. Without warning, he let go, watching me sail alone down the sidewalk, shouting with joy and maybe just a bit of sadness. I was growing up. It would be the first of many times my father helped me sail away. The training wheels still attached to Eva's bicycle, her father has yet to set her free. He will, as my father did. I wish for her that the memory lives in her mind as vividly as it lives it mine. Thanks, Dad.

Charley's giving a big wide hello to everyone!! We miss you! Check me out, Uncle Markie. My skull and bones onesie is my FAVE! We've graduated from commando crawling (only used for speed now) to hands and knees, albeit a bit more slowly. Table food is all the rage and we are awaiting the full arrival of THREE, count em 3, top teeth, bringing our arsenal of chewing mechanisms to FIVE!! Go Charley! We are also giving a bit of attention to standing with assistance. No pulling up yet, but it's not far off. Also, Charley is quite possibly the nosiest little nelly on the planet. I think I need to fill the drawers of my step tansu with little treasures to keep her busy! Love to all from the munchkin.

Finally, here is a pic of me and some of my girls at Tami's Thanks party. My sweet pal hosted a lovely party, thanking all of us for our friendship and time together here on our little island "paradise." (think beach huts and beautiful weather, HAHA) It's amazing and more than a little sad that our time here is at an end. I've made some of the most amazing friendships I could have ever imagined and been surrounded by love and surrogate families for a wonderful 3 years. It is with great sadness that we will be saying Good-bye to the Cooper Family in 2 short weeks. Last night was especially bittersweet for my Family, as we bade farewell to the Lopez Family, our fast first friends and neighbors here on Okinawa. Heidi and I were instant friends the moment we met and I will miss her & her wonderful family (Al, Corey & Isaiah) immensely. This is us at Heidi's birthday celebration. 21 again! LOL Thanks for your friendship, support and help these 3 years and GOOD LUCK in Beaufort! Sayonara, my friends.

Luv to all,

Tiffers

Munchkin on the Move!

A baby on the move creates the highest level of anxiety. There should be a red phone somewhere that has a direct link to a team of highly skilled babyproofers that you can pick up like the BATPHONE and recieve immediate assistance from these superheroes. As you can see, her royal chunkiness is on the move. Commando crawling everywhere, taste testing everything in sight (including the 75 year old who knows what metal kickplates under the doors,) following mommy, evie and daddy, investigating and generally wreaking havoc on the household McCawley. Holy moley, she is FAST, too! When she sees something her little hands (or mouth) must have, it's like the 100 meter commando crawl trials at baby olympics. And, trust me, she would TOTALLY win.

In addition to this baby nobel prize worthy accomplishment, we have graduated to small bites of table food (can you say heimlich manuever,) real baths in the tub, clapping hands and possibly, just maybe getting ready to say MAMA!! Oh & did I mention those adorable 2 lower front teeth?

Charley's personality certainly matches her baby kewpie doll looks. She has got to be the sweetest child out there. Happy even when teething, the only thing that sets her over the edge is too much time away from Mama or a little tumble that knocks her wind out. Boy, you would think the child had a limb removed without anesthetic when she falls over. NO doubt in my mind that she has the LOUDEST scream on the island of Okinawa. She can however, shut her fingers in the drawer of the step tonsu and she will only grunt in response to that indignity. Hm. Can you say DRAMA QUEEN?

Speaking of Drama Queens, my little love bug is certainly deeply entrenched in the drama that is year 4. That little cutie pie has discovered her inner diva. My search for patience has gone so far beyond counting to 10 that I have discovered a new number. Alert mathematicians everywhere. It seems that every task requires negotiation, every meal is DRAMA and asserting herself is #1 on the priority list. While I'm over the moon that she is learning independence and how to make good choices, I secretly long for the days when Mommy was the coolest person on earth and hugs/kisses were 1st on the list of to do's for the day. The angst of "my baby is growing up," has already set in and she is only FOUR. Crap, I am so in for it. Reserve my spot on the funny farm.

Me, I spend my days hoping that tomorrow I'll wake up with the secret to raising good kids. It seems like every day I come across a new and disturbing issue that I must wrestle with to figure out how to NOT damage my children. Lately, I am obsessed with fear over moving back to the US. It's not my fear of moving to a place bigger or less friendly (well, yes it is) but really it's my fear of how to raise them in an environment obsessed with THINGS. I spent a more than ample share of my life obsessed with THINGS and it has taken every ounce of my being to learn that life is about more than what we have or will have. How do I teach my children that when they are still small enough for it to make a true difference in how they view life? Don't get me wrong, I like stuff as much as the next person, but I've had to figure out which stuff is truly important and what is just CRAP. Still working on it, as a matter of fact. Do they have commercial free TV in the lower 48? Can I send my child to school without her coming home wanting every new gadget with a logo on it? Is there a bubble available for me to move into?

I'm putting it in writing. I WILL raise my children without commercialism. I don't really know how yet, but I will figure it out. And when I do? I will BRAG until I am blue in the face. Marketers everywhere, beware. I will NOT let you into the brains of my babies.

And that, folks, is all.

Off to a workout!

Luv,

Tiff

My "big" little Bro!

So, I went to the PX to buy a magazine. I never expected to be able to actually purchase said magazine in our paltry PX magazine aisle. IMAGINE my joy and surprise to find the magazine, Revolver, actually in stock and waiting there just for me to buy it. Why, you wonder, would I be so interested in this magazine. Well, let's see... BECAUSE MY LITTLE BROTHER IS IN IT!!!! I know he is reading this and cringing at me making a HUGE deal about this, but it's totally my right as the dorky older sister!!!!!
Although most of my friends aren't really into major heavy metal, if you happen to find it remotely interesting, check out the new devildriver record. My brother produced it!!!!! The mention in the magazine was for this work.
Okay, I'm done bragging now. YOU ROCK MARKIE MARKERTON!!

Be my Valentine...

Okay, I'm done whining about website issues and I can't resist posting a few pics of my sweet valentines and Eva's handmade valentines for her little friends at school.

Love to all and may your valentine love last all year long!

Thankful

Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself or lamenting my lot in life, I get reality checked. It might be something as simple as seeing someone who has no home sitting under an overpass on a piece of cardboard or as complex as a friend who is pregnant with her second child in a foreign country while her husband fights a war that seemingly has no end. This morning I cried as I read an email from a good friend who apologized for wearing her heart on her sleeve. What on earth should she apologize for? If more people wore their heart on their sleeve instead of some stupid logo or an overpriced purse, maybe she wouldn't feel self conscious about being emotional when she has everyone right to be emotional! Okay, no soapboxing, just some good old fashioned bragging about my kids!



Evie and Charley have started bathing together and it is so CUTE! Charley loves the water, splashing around like a fish, while Eva dumps water over her head to "clean" her. I think Charley is a transplanted fish. She LOVES the bath, the pool, the ocean, the rain. Dumping water over her head just makes her smile and splash more.

Samurai Baby preparing for mealtime! Self-feeding is definately high on the list of priorities for my chunky monkey. FINALLY, she holds her own bottle and loves to sit in her highchair and stuff herself full of puffs (or as evie calls them: floams), dried fruit and wagon wheels.

I would say something cute about this picture, but at this point, I am so SICK of messing with this stupid website that all I can say is HOW CUTE is MY KID.

Okay, now I'm just done, since I've been trying to mess with this post for 3 days. Check back later when I'm not ready to blow up the computer.

Love,
Tiff

I'm telling my inner Bree...

Ya'll think we're MCCAWLEYS?

Ooh, I'm NAKED!!!!!

Pour me another, Santa...

My reasons to watch the grass grow...

Papa Rocks! What's up with those whiskers?


to kiss my -ss. Bye Bye Bree. Maybe if I say it enough times, it will come true. The type A compulsion to organize, categorize, label, list, straighten, dust, wipe, sweep, mop, pile and repile, vacuum, etc........................... might, just maybe, GO AWAY. Or hell could freeze over and the dinosaurs would return to rule our planet. I wonder how many hours, days, weeks & YEARS I have spent doing all of the above, plus some? Has is made my life that much better? (It has been mighty clean and I can certainly find most of what I am looking for... UGH I digress.) I dare say, not. I discovered something that I find quite sad about my life. When presented with a child requesting my attention or presence, if I find that I have a task on my to-do list, I'll often say, "just give mommy a few minutes to... BLAH BLAH BLAH." Or "maybe a bit later, mommy really needs to... BLAH BLAH BLAH." Well, guess what? There is no later, dammit. My children are going to grow up and I'll have missed moments because I'm ORGANIZING? So what the hell will they say about me? Wow, she was such a great Mom because the floor was so clean and the cabinets were SO organized!
This AHA moment didn't really just happen overnight. I just started noticing that I was always too "busy" when Evie just wanted my undivided attention, for whatever reason. And as hard as I have tried in the past to be able to just push stuff aside, I couldn't make myself. Then I went home. I looked at my children, my nieces, my brother and sister, my parents, my friends & extended family. And I saw people who meant the world to me were getting older. One niece is a "tween," with all the requisite anxiety, my brother is really grown up and has his own life & career, another niece is so adult and levelheaded she makes me want to be a better person, and my own children are changing a bit more every day. Getting older isn't bad, it's just life. But if we live so hard for tomorrow that we forget today, what the hell is the point? I think I may have said this before, these words sound so familiar. Do you think I'll listen this time?
I played a game with Eva yesterday for her Kindermusik class. When we got there today, I asked her to tell Miss Jennifer about it. Imagine my delight when she described it in perfect detail, with excitement and pure joy. That was enough to make me listen.
I've gone to bed every night for at least 2 weeks with unpacked boxes, dust bunnies in my corners and piles in places everywhere. Guess what. I'm NOT DEAD or in a mental institution. (Stay tuned, that is a minute by minute status.) Is it easy for me? Not really. Do I like it? NO. Can I live with it? You bet.
Bree- you can kiss my ass. I'm going to bed with a MESSY house.
HA!
luv,
Tiff

I swear we haven't been eaten by dinosaurs...

or shopping malls. We are back! Despite the wonderful time with friends and family, we are so glad to be home on Okinawa, in our beds, bathrooms and with our toys. I was a little ambitious with my 5 week trip and have learned my lesson about living out of suitcases for longer than 3 weeks when I'm not PCSing. SOMEONE remind me of that next time I forget. It's kind of like childbirth, you forget the pain when it's over and you don't really remember until it hits you in the face. But, truthfully, it wasn't THAT painful! I got to spend TONS of quality time with my families, my wonderful friends, and got to eat LOTS of good food! It was so wonderful to be able to share Charley's christening with my immediate family & a few close friends. Fr. McGready gave a wonderful service (that will live forever in memory, not videotape since my sweet hubby forgot to check the charge on the battery :-[ ) We were also lucky enough to get to stop off in California to visit Cassie & co for a few days. I tell ya, this sure was a TRIP!!! Well, enough about that and on to the good stuff.
We are short here and have recieved official word that we are headed to Camp Pendleton, CA next. We're excited to be moving somewhere with NO humidity and tons of good produce! The big bonus is Cassie & her brood are there. We can't wait to actually get to have regular starbucks mornings (& evenings & weekends.) We're leaving mid-May and hope to have a smooth move and flight. HAHA.
Eva is overjoyed to home with her friends and back in school. She has been exploring the house and her toys like they are all new. That's the good thing about time away, it makes everything seem new and wonderful when you come home. She is cracking me up lately with her little speech idiosyncracies. She sounds like mini-me. When she starts to use the word Vapid to describe Barbie, I'll know my work here is done.
Charley is FAT! I love it. She had a big growth spurt before Christmas and is a BIG girl now. She also started sitting up on Jan 30 (her christening day), starting waving (on the plane ride over to the US,) scooched to get her binkie on Thursday, and unfortunately stopped giving away tons of kisses :-( I'm trying my darndest to get her to say MaMa, but to avail. Little Booger.
Well, I'm updated and promise to begin my weekly postings again, post haste.
I'm off to a Saturday filled with fun of STILL putting away travel crap. Ugh. If only I could just be messy and really not care. Dammit, sometimes being a neat, organized, type A freak stinks.
Luv,
Tiffers

Maybe not rerouted to Siberia, but Seattle is close...

For the love of Pete, I knew something would go funky on that bloody trip. Thanks oh so much Omega for telling us our flight was direct from Taipei to Houston, when in all actuality, it stopped in Seattle for us to deboard, clear immigration, GET OUR LUGGAGE, clear customs, trek through the airport with 4 carry-ons, 2 children, a laptop, a USELESS phil and ted's stroller and a 35 pound car seat. I say this with an enormous amount of venom: OMEGA SUCKS. Traveler's beware.
Okay, enough. We made it here and we are so happy to be home! It's wonderful to visit with our family and freinds, some of whom we haven't seen in 2 years or more. The girls are really adjusting well, better than expected and we are trying to take it easy and enjoy our vacation time. Eva had a fun sleepover with her cousin Reagan last night and is loving the play time with her all of her extended family.
Tempering my enthusiasm for seeing everyone is just a bit of sadness at how much all the kids have grown since our last visit. It's a bit stinky to realize they are all growing up so quickly and we only get to see itty bitty bits and pieces. I treasure this time here and hope that the kids will also. I've had some time with my close friends Jennifer and Stacey. I miss them so much and I'm so lucky they always make time for me, no matter what, whenever I just show up on the doorstep of Texas.
We're off to Maryland on Friday for a bit. My family is so excited that my sister can't sleep, my mom is rushing like a madwoman to get shopping done and she said my brother is over the roof to see us all! (And Dad is just along for the ride, smart guy!) A year is just too long to go without seeing my "big" little bro and my gruff old Dad. I miss ya, man.
Well, it's 2 pm and I have yet to shower, so off I go to get clean. We're dining out this evening, off to enjoy things we dream of in Okinawa.
To all my Oki pals, I miss you dearly! I hope your season is wonderful and filled with the joy of all things Christmas. I can't wait to see you all again. Don't forget, we're on our home stretch when Jodi & I return, so let's spend so much time together we are just plain SICK of each other when it's time to scatter to the four corners. I hope each of knows how much I love you and our friendships and community. Let's make the best of it in the new year.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Love,
Tiff & co.

babbling, barfing and murphy's law...

seems to be the running theme in the McCawley household lately. Poor Eva picked up a stomach bug and had a barfing incident yesterday. Poor baby, she was just so upset! Her little tum was hurting all afternoon and she was exhausted. Needless to say, a movie and resting on the couch was called for. It's 8 am and she is still asleep, on a SCOOBY day, so she must still be feeling a bit under the weather. Not only was the poor child sick yesterday, but we had to cancel a playdate with Maggie and turn down playtime with Isaiah. End of the world for a 4 year old!

Babbling, blowing raspberries, belly laughing and vigorous rolling are the theme of the day in Charley's world. That child is just so bloody cute I can't even stand it. As I type, she is blowing a raspberry, followed by yelling dadadada babababa, grinning at me, grinning at the couch and chewing on her finger. This morning she fussed when daddy left the room! I can see it happening already, I'm getting shoved under the rug again. So much for mama's girl. I can't wait for everyone to see her in just ONE WEEK!!!! I can't believe it's been 7 months already. She changes so much every week. Right now, she's getting pretty chubby and I just love those little fat rolls. I squeeze 'em to make her laugh! I'd do anything to make that child laugh. It's just the sweetest sound. She and Eva love playing together and Eva is just so patient and sweet. I wish I could videotape 24 hours a day so I wouldn't miss a moment.

Murphy's Law has apparently invaded my life, much to my chagrin. Lately it seems that anything that could go wrong DOES. And I seem to have lost the ability to even get irritated about it. I'd rather just roll over and play dead. At least I seem to have a sense of humor about it. Wonder if that will last through my root canal on Monday. I sure hope Murphy moves on to someone else before this trip home next week or my plane might end up rerouted to Siberia.

Well, gotta go work out.
Luv,
tiffers!

Sleepovers and Birthday Balls

Here's a few more pics. I'll post more and chat a bit later on today. Gotta get some breakfast, suck snot from Charley's nose, workout and plan the McCawley family day!

Evie and her buddy Isaiah having a birthday sleepover in the tent!

Okay, so here we go to Ball #2! Both were a blast for the first year ever! I swear it had seemed like the ball was just a boring excuse to dress up the last few years and finally we had a great time!

Happy Birthday to...

my Evie Grace, the Marine Corps and ME!
Whew, what a whirlwind in the last few weeks! We've had 2 birthday balls, my birthday, Eva's birthday, her birthday party, a very sick little Charley, Christmas Shopping and Turkey day. So please excuse my lack of posts! I'll upload a few pics today and more tomorrow.


Charles and I on our way to the first of 2 birthday balls. We had a blast, even though on of his marines told me I was the same age as his MOTHER. He almost had to push for that one. Needless to say, he bought a round of drinks, got "yelled" at by Charles and poked at by Me for the duration of the evening! Poor Kid.