They should know better that the battle is bad. But there's an angel coming to Iraq. But we have to fight against the battle, and then the bad guys, they stop laughing when we win the battle. But there will be one more Bad guy to battle after all the other bad guys are gone.
He said a little more, but I couldn't write fast enough to get it all down. Pretty provoking thoughts for a three-year-old. Or maybe that's just me.
On Sunday nights I attend a small group, so someone watches the boys while I'm there. Because of when this is, both the boys have to be put into their pj's. When I arrived home this particular night, after putting Davis to bed, the sitter told me what Davis had told her while putting on his pj's. She had just finished putting Ronin's pj's on when Davis says to her, "Look," at this point, she turns to look and he is holding his urethra wide open to explain to her, "it's a big vein that's red and there's a bone in it, that's what it's made of." She responded excellently by just nodding and then telling him he needed to put on his pj's. Thankfully, this sitter is a friend, so she told me the story while laughing, and I laughed too. Primarily because I've never told him this, and to my knowledge, neither has anyone else. It's so crazy what those little minds can think up!
-the youngest Bice
-Krissy (only by my brothers, and only to irritate me)
-Kris (to a very select few)
-Doc Fitz's wife
But a new one just entered the ranks this past weekend. There's a couple that lives by us who have really taken a liking to Davis, in fact, they call him "Hero." And that's because he is (maybe a story I'll tell later), and because they are confident he will be someone great when he grows up. As a mother, I've thought those things for quite some time, but when other people agree, it's great. So to these folks, Davis is never called by his name, he is always called: Hero. Well, the neighbors had some of their family over and we went by to say hi. I was introduced as:
This side of the deployment has its own challenges and difficulties. While many more people out there are beginning to recognize the efforts and energy it takes to "hold down the homefront," it is nearly impossible that they understand it (just as it is impossible that they can understand the life of a deployed soldier).
There are Frontline, CNN, ABC, and Fox specials that are supposed to give you an "inside look," but the chances that the American audience walks away thinking they can empathize with the military life are slim to none. It is a different world.
A world where it's okay to talk about intimate details of your life during intervals of reprimanding your children. A world where support can't always come from those you expect it to. A world where in ten minutes the gamut of conversation will run from mixed drinks to the aching feeling of sleeping alone.
There is nothing like this world, where emails and phone calls replace hugs and kisses.
Today I finally did it. I dropped them off, met a friend for coffee, had my taxes done, went downtown and looked in some shops that are not kid-friendly, ate lunch at a great sub shop (Grand Slam Subs downtown Colorado Springs for those of you that care to know), then picked up the kiddos.
It was amazing the things that I appreciated: looking at one thing in a store for however long I wanted to, eating without interruption (this was truly wonderful)-for the first time ever I felt like a fast eater, sitting wherever I wanted to, not picking up a high-chair while holding my 22 lb. 10 month old and moving it to a prime location while rallying Davis to the table, and discovering we'll be getting a pretty chunk of change back for our tax refund!
All this in four hours.
It's not that I forget the reality that I live in: my husband is deployed-it is only just shy of a year until he will be home for good, most days I act as a single parent-even though I'm not one, my children are boys (100%)-and sometimes Mommy just can't cut it when it comes to boxing.
It's strange how letting a movie absorb your present reality can make you lose track of it when the entertainment is over. I would be willing to bet that it was my heart dreaming, but when I tured off "Dan in Real Life" I actually had this feeling that I would go upstairs and he would already be asleep in bed, but it only lasted a moment. That's the nature of reality-it doesn't leave you dreaming for too long.
However, every now and then he'll smile for just long enough that I can snag one of these: