In Need of Helmet

Recipe for abused-looking child:
1 Bicycle parked in darkened hall way
1 flimsy princess tent next to a wall corner
1 Wire Easter basket at the bottom of chair (used for climbing)
Use tiny fingers to some how get stuck in a dishwasher (that is already closed)
Interact with a shopping cart every 3 days and Voala! A child that will not only rip your heart open, but get you lots of dirty looks at the grocery store.

At least shes got her pretty eyes. It's been a rough couple of days. I offered to babysit for a couple of friends, which was good, but Marie opted out of naps for 2 days, so I think thats why she has been a bit on the clumsy side. Oh my poor baby.

But today was NICE. She got to play with her best friend Preston. They shared a meal, a crayon book, and few conversations based on the word "Mine." But mostly they laugh together, hide together, and share together. Katie and I gossiped (yes, I spilled the beans) and play with cake decorating supplies while they entertain themselves. Things feel better with them around. I don't know what I am going to do with out this little boy when we move. It just makes me want to cry everytime I think about how much I am going to miss my best friend Katie and her son Preston. So I try not to. But... some day its going to come. This military life is bitter sweet. I try to remember that we would not have even moved here and met them if we hadn't been in the military. And it's the same military that is shipping us of to new, unknown destinations, taking me away from the things and people I've found and cherish.
But I'll enjoy it while it lasts.