Let Us Begin.

This post is stuff that you, my loyal reader, must know.

I am twentyish and mostly average, save for a (self-viewed) scathing wit that I feel I must impress (inflict) upon others. Predictably, not the most popular monkey in the tree.

I have two boys, hereby referrred to in order of age as Thing One and Thing Two. Expecting Thing Three next March. Things One and Two are three and two, respectively. While I maintain that children are a greater terror threat than most known terrorist organizations, mine are some of the most adorable little terrors I've ever seen. It's not just bias. People have said it, so it must be true. The terror part, at least. Still with me?

My husband, known in this blog as Hubster, is a soldier in the US Army (Hooah and such!) and were he writing this blog (ha!), he'd want you to know that he is a Tanker. Death before dismount and all that. He is taller than average, smarter than average, getting to thirty more quickly than he likes and generally a better husband than I deserve. All that nice stuff aside, he is a huge smart aleck and most of the time I have to fight the urge to whack him on the back of the head, in NCIS Special Agent Gibbs fashion. I love that show. I will probably reference it often.

Since "home is where the Army sends us," our current home is a few degrees away from Hell in Northeast Mexico, commonly mistaken for Texas. It's okay, I used to think it was Texas too. I myself am only here for a few more months, as Hubster is deployed and- you can't BUY timing like this- we found out a week to the day he left that we were having Thing Three. So I, along with Things One and Two, are moving home to the safety net of Mom and Dad, AKA Miney and Pop, in the Virginia mountains until Hubster gets back.

And before you feel super-sorry for Hubster that he'll miss the birth of his third-born, think about this: Apparently I am terrifying while pregnant, enough to earn the nickname bestowed upon me (by Hubster, no less) of Pregoraptor. And when he gets back, the baby will be about four months old, super cute and sleeping through the night. Let the sympathy come to me, please.

Armed with the minivan, the excitement of a DVD player in said minivan (my van is old, and no, it didn't come with a DVD player. It barely has a radio. So we bought a DVD player especially for the trip. Also, I DO NOT recommend leather seats in the Land of Endless Sun), and with Pop as co-pilot, we will embark on our twenty-seven hour road trip in mid November or early December. Whee!

Thus ends our first live broadcast from Mommyville. Please stay tuned as updates are pending!

Breaking news. Eating my supper, which I thoughtlessly cut into bite-size pieces. Next time I must remind brain to engage. Feel slightly patronized by myself, if that's possible, like "Self, you are grown enough to write a narcissitic blog, but not grown enough to cut your own food at the table."