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The Freeman Family in the Month of October

1 Nov

“Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.” – C. S. Lewis

Above is our month in Instagram! Life sure has gotten fun – and much more photogenic! – with baby girl around! And we’re really in for it now, since she’s started her first social smiles and hiccupping baby giggles…

There was so much to celebrate this month! First, it’s fall. MY FAVORITEST SEASON EVAR! I greeted the month with pumpkin pie spice scented candles and “limited edition” autumn themed Fabreeze, like I always do. And I made the delicious discovery that when I sit cuddled up in a warm sweater with a chai tea latte and a good book, it’s much more pleasant with a baby by my side!

Overall, it has been a very good month. My dad got to visit and meet his first grandbaby at the beginning of the month, my husband was able to start his first leg of A School in the Navy, we were able to get back into cosplay again, and my dear friend Shauna was able to fly out for a short visit!

October also marked our one year wedding anniversary. We were able to visit New Orleans and walk past the spots we stood in our wedding tux and gown, and sit in spots we stood for wedding photos, this time with our precious daughter in our arms. What a difference a year makes. I would not trade a single day that brought us to where we are now.


I am filled with nothing but joy and anticipation for the coming months. While we still don’t know where we’re going to be stationed come spring, I am truly content with wherever the Lord takes us. I am blessed wherever I am. For the first time, in a long time, I am truly stress free.

Happy Fall Season, everybody!


The Freeman Family in the Month of September

4 Oct

Life in abundance comes only through great love. – Elbert Hubbard

I honestly don’t even know how to adequately sum up our family in the month of September, except to say that we are changed forever with the addition of this tiny little creature named Tessa. I knew I would love my daughter. I already loved her so much when she was just a thump and a wiggle in my belly, and I knew that love would amplify and magnify when I held her in my arms and locked eyes with her for the first time. But I had NO IDEA. I don’t think anyone ever really could know. The love flooding my soul is so infinitely better than I ever could have fathomed.

This little tiny girl is a part of me, and a part of my husband, and she contains both of our hearts. Our love is now combined in this angel and somehow multiplied a thousand-fold. I am changed forever as a person. As I spend each day praying for her, going to great lengths to keep her exclusively on breast milk, surrounding her in a healthy environment, using only natural products on her to keep her safe in any and every conceivable way that I can – mind, body and soul – I find that I am taking better care of myself. I am striving to be the woman that I need to be to help her become the woman that God intends for her to become.

She is the best thing that has ever happened to me and Jonathan. And we are still in awe. How can this be? How can she belong to us? How can she be ours? She’s precious. Priceless. The most worthy thing on this planet. And having her here has made the world a better place.

We will love her forever. We can’t NOT love her forever. This tiny frail creature, so helpless and trusting and innocent, is a mighty force exerting a power stronger than any I’ve known. Every ounce of her being demands to be loved, to be held as a sacred creation of God Almighty. She’s covered in the fingerprints of the Being that spoke the stars into existence, and she outshines them all. Her little baby feet, her tiny little toes, her petite fingers that struggle to grasp my pinky… if this baby princess demands worship, how much more so the God that created her?

Tessa is a miraculous and sweet little piece of heaven. Jonathan and I are so blessed. I cannot wait to see our family grow month by month… I have no idea what life has in store for us, but I am excited for this miraculous journey. Life has certainly gotten sweet.

Happy October my friends!

The Freeman Family in the Month of June

1 Jul

“Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.” – Jim Rohn

Above is the month of June in Instagram photos. Notice they are strikingly bereft of Jonathan’s handsome face? Jonathan left for Navy Boot Camp in Great Lakes, Illinois just four days into June, and will be gone for the entire month of July as well. This is the absolute longest we have EVER been apart.

And guess what? I didn’t curl up in the forest all Bella Swan style like I’d feared after Jonathan left. You know, depressing piano music playing while the camera pans up to better depict my epic emo pain? (And no, curling up on the couch with a bucket of ice cream doesn’t count.)

While it has been a hard month without my hubby by my side, it has been a time of growth and achievement for the both of us. I’ve kept busy with crafts, spending time with friends, growing a baby and planning for the future. And Jonathan has been busy transforming into a muscley sailor man in preparation for serving our country! Since he left on June 4 I have not received a single letter from him, and have had a total of 23 minutes on the phone with him. This is NOT the norm with Boot Camp, most wives have received three to four 30-40 minute calls, and about two weeks worth of letters at this point. Jonathan is in an unusually silent ship and division, which sucks for me. It’s been hard, but as the days march steadily on and bring me closer and closer to his graduation – and the ensuing whirlwind of life changes and activity THAT will bring – it’s been getting rather exciting!

I was teasing Jonathan relentlessly prior to his leaving that he would be going off to wear tight pants and learn tap dance routines, if watching Anchors Aweigh and On The Town and other 1940’s Navy musicals has taught me anything. So imagine my snickering (and surprise!) when I learned that he was put in the Performing Division upon his arrival to boot camp! He’s in the Navy Band and will be playing the drums for his graduation on August 2, as well as the two graduations prior to his own on July 19 and July 26!

I’m still worried and simultaneously excited about the many changes that lie ahead for us. I am relieved that the distance and separation from my husband is manageable and not the emotional stress tornado I’d feared it would be. I still worry about the details of moving to my husbands A School, and how the move will affect me, Tessa and the animals. I worry about having to manage a lot of the upcoming and inevitable major decisions and purchases and details without my husband’s help or input. I still don’t like that details of Tessa’s birth are so up in the air – will Jonathan be present for the birth? Will it be on a base hospital? Will our family have ample warning to fly out to see Tessa being born? Will Jonathan even be living off base with me at that time? I. HATE. UNKNOWNS.

But I’m taking it all one day at a time, putting our lives and our situation in God’s hands, and focusing on the things I CAN control and plan for. Like Tessa’s Winnie the Pooh themed baby shower. And flying out to Chicago to see my handsome sailor perform in the Navy Band and graduate. And tap dancing around the town eating deep dish pizzas and trying to reanimate Sue the Dinosaur for a Dresden File-esque joy ride. And hopefully, by next months “month in review” post, I’ll have a lot more information regarding where the rest of the year will see us!

And now. Here’s some of my favorite tweets from May:

With Jon’s haircut he looks like he’s in high school. Now I can finally fulfill my cougar fantasies…

Jonathan’s idea of a good pre-boot camp movie to watch the night before shipping out? Tropic Thunder. Yeah, he’ll do fine.

Tessa will be blessed with eternal youth. She has parents that are pushing 30 and still look like they’re in high school.

In my experience, I spend hours upon hours researching a topic, just to be told by others with inherited opinions “to do my research.”

So jealous Jonathan is gonna be off singing and dancing and practicing fabulous choreography with all his new Navy buddies all summer.

My interpretation of our parting: Me – “I love you.” Jonathan – “I know.” *carbonite hisses*

Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict from life, but the ability to cope with it.

I feel the most connected to other human beings when we’re both mutually outraged at a video game bug or game lag.

I’m pretty sure Jonathan instructed all of the cats to vomit on everything once he left.

I’m missing Jon so much I’m contemplating flying just so I can get a free grope from the TSA.

“I love you. I love you. Love me. I love you!” – My cats whenever the food bowl is 3/4 empty.

I experience the futility of life the most when I’m buying cat food then kitty litter then cat food then kitty litter then…

Nothing says “I’m unemployed” like collecting an epic clothing set to transmog in WoW in less than a week…

If you pride yourself on global awareness, social sensitivity and political outlook but can’t name a single state legislator, please stfu.

Confession: I still accidentally call my unborn daughter “kitty”, “kitten” and “meow meow” from time to time.

I heard epic WoW music in my head as I was being handed my sandwich of sausage and coffee of mocha at Starbucks this morning.

I knew Jon was the one when, after years together, I’d read / see romance novels / movies / anime and still think, “Mine is better.”

Whenever the cooking channel tells me that I’ve been using the wrong knife to cut various kitchen ingredients, I cry like a little bitch.

Me – *eloquent and logical defense* Them – “You misspelled a word therfore  you’re argument is invalid!1!”

I am irate that my belly button is crooked and I can’t see my vagina.

My plans for pretending I have a seeing eye dog so I can sneak into “No Dogs” areas was totally ruined when I got a tarded golden retriever.

What would Jesus do? He’d be craving Chick-fil-a on Sundays. SO GET ON IT CHICK-FIL-A.

My body is a temple of Christ and it wants an offering of Chick-fil-a at the alter of my mouth.

The Freeman Family In The Month of May

31 May

“Change is inevitable, growth is intentional.” – Glenda Cloud

Above is the month of May in Instagram. The beginning of June marks the one month birthday of my new blog! I started this to act as a kind of personal family journal / creative outlet / time waster to keep me busy while Jonathan is in boot camp and to help me chronicle my new family in the making. This blog has kind of been all over the place, and I’m really just getting a feel for what I want to blog about and post, but I’ve been having a blast so far! I’m grateful for all the feedback, the views and the “likes” I’ve received so far, it’s encouraging and greatly appreciated!

So! May in review. Well, it’s finally starting to become more and more real that we are expecting a daughter. At the beginning of the month Jonathan had just been feeling Tessa move for about a week, and now we feel Tessa move all the time. We can even see her wiggling from the outside when she gets into little tantrums and fits!

There’s not much to wax poetic about event-wise that hasn’t already been blogged throughout the month, and really this whole month has been our calm before the storm. We spent our time being lazy, playing video games, traveling around for vacation and family and overdosing on time with friends.

The biggest “thing” about May, is it is our last month in civilian life – at least for the next four years. Jonathan is leaving for boot camp THIS MONDAY. *breathes slowly into a paper bag*

I am worried and simultaneously excited about the many changes that lie ahead. I worry about being parted from Jonathan during the next few months. I worry about where Jonathans A School will be and how hard it will be to find an apartment with our cats and dog. I worry about the process of packing up animals and belongings and moving while 4 weeks from my due date. I worry about Jonathan being able to be present for Tessa’s birth. And I worry about whether he will be able to live off base with me to help take care of our newborn. At least all these worries distract me from the more traditional fears that generally plague new parents: Will I be a good mom? How will our lives change? Will I ever fit into a Kagome Higurashi schoolgirl outfit again without looking ridiculous? (Okay, maybe that last fear isn’t traditional, per se. But the sentiment is the same.)

I have been latching onto the adage that “worrying doesn’t rob tomorrow of it’s sorrow, it only saps today of it’s joy” (or something like that, I’m probably quoting it all wonky, but you get the idea), because there is literally NOTHING I CAN DO to address these concerns until the time comes to approach them head on. So I’m choosing to view the great unknown as an adventure and just keep moving forward. Any waves of worry, fear and anxiety I experience, I’ll make an effort to transform into excitement and positive energy. Because this is the start of a whole new chapter in our lives and it should be enjoyed!

And now. Here’s some of my favorite tweets from May:

Me – “Where are you going?” Him – “The bathroom.” Me – “Can I go with you?” … Yeah, I’m a little needy today.

No matter how much I accomplish or achieve, my cats will always think they are better than me.

Just saw a black mans penis. My simultaneous craving for a bacon wrapped hot dog is very confusing. Welcome to LA!

That moment when you use a restroom you’ve used many times before and realize: this is the first time I’ve used it not in costume…

Owning a cat means that someone will always poop in your zen garden.

Jonathan – “I know you think you can’t sing, but you have a very pretty feminine singing voice sweetheart, kind of like Justin Biebers.”

I give Jonathan far too many opportunities to say, “My first wife was traded.”

All of my “meeting my future prince” daydreams as a child usually involved me hitting him with my car then getting to play nurse…

I often say “sex” when what I really mean is “coffee”.

My uterus has become a playground, apparently.

I can always tell when Jon is thinking naughty thoughts cuz he gets the same look on his face that our cat Kyo does when he’s in trouble.

As a general rule, I don’t wear white pants on account of I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.

*tries to strip for Jonathan* *gets stuck in jacket* *Jonathan throws money at me while I’m stuck.* Dammit.

Due to my obsessive reading I have a large vocabulary of words that I have no idea how to pronounce.

I’m lazy, and pregnant, so I think I’ll take this watermelon into the shower with me.

My husband is the most badass Death Knight on WoW as he’s covered in purring and muffining cats.

I’ll miss the days when my husband and I fight over whose hair band is whose.

I need to add “killed by a sewage monster” to my growing list of irrational deaths I fear.

Whenever someone asks a stupid question in WoW I ask, “Are you a girl in real life?” The answer is usually yes.

“Not a food!” “Stop licking me.” “Does not want.” – Things I have to say way too often in this house.

I called my daughter “whats-its-face” today, so I think I’m now officially a mom?