First-time Mom Coming Soon!

Becoming a first-time mom is hard.  You’re learning all kinds of new baby-related things.  In my case, not only will I be a new mom, but a stay at home mom!

Thank you for taking the time to stop by my all-new blog, which will focus on a first-time mom’s attempt at home economics for today’s family.  I’m diligently working and learning everything I can about the blogging game!  This is in between working full time and being in my last trimester of pregnancy.  I plan to be launching at the beginning of June, so mark your calendars.  By that point, I’ll have a 2 month-old son, not be working full time, and plan to share so much of my journey with you.  Join me on the adventure of being a first-time mom!

What can you expect from me as a first-time mom blogger?

I plan to share everything with my readers…

  • Learn about my infertility struggles, and eventually my pregnancy- trimester by trimester.
  • Baby care and learning techniques I’m trying with my very young son.
  • Family maintenance tips- including home DIY projects and managing my family’s budget.
  • Our family lifestyle- traveling (and potentially… camping…) with a small child and other budget-friendly excursions
  • Blogging lessons and inevitably, failures.  Learn what I’ve learned, the sites I used as guides, and the overall framework I developed to build my brand.

Follow along with the launch!

For now, learn more about me or see what I’ve been Pinning in order to prepare for my blog launch.

Do you have ideas you’d like to share with me?  I check my email multiple times a day-  E-mail me now!

Remember Our Veterans…

Today’s prompt for NaBloPoMo was “if you could eliminate one worry…” off the top of my head, I thought, “money.”  Which is 100% true.  If I (we) didn’t have to worry about car/student loan/ credit card payments, the day to day stuff would be a breeze.  I feel like this is an extension of the “What would you do if you won the lottery?” question that I answered for Blogtober.

Today is Veteran’s Day, which always gets me to thinking.  As does New Year’s Eve, March 4, and June 30.  And many, many other random days in between.  So indulge me a little bit on what is sure to be just rambling and stories…

Jacob was my best friend’s little brother.  They were barely two years apart and very close.  As such, when Jacob was all of 16 years old he started hanging out with us (my best friend and our other two best friends) on a regular basis.

When I was living with his sister and our two friends, and prior to him joining the Army, he was a rather debaucherous soul.  One night he was getting ready to leave our apartment.  My friends had all gone out, and I was at home studying Accounting.  He said “Dorrie I’ll be right back,” and I replied “Okay don’t do anything stupid.” And he left.  He came back 15 minutes later with a bloody, scraped up knee and a broken cell phone.  As he walked through the door, half laughing, he says, “Dorrie I think I did something stupid.”  I cussed him, and got him into my bathroom where I cleaned up his knee and bandaged it.  He made me promise not to tell his sister.  I said fine, but if anything happened again, I’d kick his ass.  He stayed up and played video games and probably drank a little; I went to bed.  I woke up hours later to his sister screeching at him in octaves I didn’t even know she could reach.  She was just getting home and he decided to her what happened.  That was literally the end of his debauchery.

I was always the responsible one of our group, working and making sure my homework was dealt with before going out.  Consequently, I always made sure Jake’s homework was done before he went out to play as well- most weekends he would crash on our couch.  I attended his high school graduation.  And the summer that he turned 18, he all but lived with us in between basic training and other Army things.

One time I came home to find a keg in the middle of my kitchen- how he managed it we’ll never know, as we were all under 21.  Another time, he walked through our door at 4am with a college traffic cone that he placed outside one of the empty rooms of the four-bedroom apartment, and went inside to pass out.  When he came out the next morning/afternoon he stumbled over it and couldn’t figure out where it came from.  For his graduation present from his aunt, they went to Paris.  Jacob came home with gifts for all of us- for me that meant shot glasses.  Aside from the normal tourist shot glass, I was the proud owner of a set of double shot glasses from the Suite Hotel in Paris.

Throughout his military career, Jake bought me shot glasses, one time mentioning that when he got back from where ever, we had to go through them.  He couldn’t remember all of the places he’d been, but he had gotten me shot glasses of all.  Including Iraq and Afghanistan.

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The last summer that he was home, he bought a Dodge Charger.  I came through the door one evening after work.  His sister was on the couch sleeping (she could sleep through ANYTHING), and his aunt who was visiting, was sleeping in his sister’s room.  He was at the end of the couch rubbing his nose (he was allergic to my cats) and playing with his sister’s dog.  I asked him what he was doing and he responded that he was waiting for everyone to wake up to go out to eat.  I told him that I’d go with him, and called Scott to meet us at the restaurant.  The way there I gave him all kinds of hell about hopping curbs and generally not being able to drive.  He asked me if “I was gonna marry this one, he liked him.”  I said that we would see.  A couple months later, he helped me finish up packing to move to Florida with Scott.

Jake died on March 4, 2012 in a freak accident while being stationed at Fort Huachuca, Arizona.

The saddest, hardest, and most painful thing that I have ever had to do in my life, and probably will ever have to do, was to attend a military funeral for 22 year-old Sgt. Jacob Matthew Honeycutt.  The days leading up to the funeral and burial were a blur.  I can’t clearly hear Taps being played or the 21 gun salute.  I can kind of remember Jake’s little brother being handed his American flag.  The image of 4 crying girls sitting around his grave, with 5 or 6 of America’s finest standing behind us must have been quite a sight.  One said, “Deuces Honeycutt,” and we all went our separate ways.

*At his funeral, when I was talking about the shot glasses, his commanding officer stopped and said, “oh you’re the one he got them for…”  Apparently they had taken notice of this.

**When he bought this gun, he brought it over to my house to show me.  This was as I was getting ready to move to Florida.  I told him that he “didn’t need a damn gun, he was gonna wind up shooting himself.”  When all his went down the first thing I thought of was him telling me he “did something stupid.”

Deuces

You can read about this accident here and his obituary.

Letter to My College Self

Dear Young Dorrie,

This is going to be a short and sweet letter.  Your life is perfect and it is all because of you.  All of those questionable decisions you made- it turns out better than you could imagine.     You’re getting ready to go to school in Tennessee. You’re going to meet your best friends there. You’re going to decide to stay.  

You’re going to date a couple of boys and you’re going to be heartbroken over one. The other- you’re going to dump and not feel bad about it. But not before a couple years of nonsense. You were right to deal with it for as long as you did. All these little things will add up to you graduating college, meeting your future husband, and moving to Florida.   

Tennessee will be where you grew up- yes you were raised in Maine but it won’t be until you leave that you come into your own.  Have fun with your friends- stay up late and miss a couple of classes. Drink too much and run to Waffle House at 3 am. 

Really, like I said before. You did well. Don’t doubt yourself. You will have the opportunity to meet some of the best people the south has to offer.  Live it up. The worst that will happen is that you’ll have a Northern accent with a little bit of Southern twang. It’s the best of both worlds.    Cheers!   Your older, wiser, self.

More about Dorrie

A Letter to Myself in 10 Years

Dear 10-Years-Older Dorrie,

Congratulations, you are just 18 months shy of turning the big 4-0.  Relish in the thought that you’re still younger than your husband, who already turned 40 at the beginning of the year.  Congratulations on making it to the double-digits anniversary-wise.  A huge feat in this day and age.  I hope that Scott has kept his promised and stalked up on Duck Commander’s Miss Priss pink moscato wine, or that they still make it.  You’ll need it.

And those kids running around?*  Remember that you wanted them.  Even on the days that you would like a return.  Remember that while your son has you huddling in a corner, terrorizing you with a lizard, that he is his father’s son.  Scott will get his when his little daughter ask him where babies come from.  Be sure to laugh, but duck out of sight before he can bring you into this conversation.  Really, you guys created kids that you’d hoped would have your best qualities.  Unfortunately they got your not-so-good ones as well.  You made kids that will eventually take over the world.

Whatever you do, remember this day, this feeling.
Especially when you want to throat chop him for
teaching your kid how to pee off the deck.

I know it’s hard making time to get back home to Maine, and it’s harder saving money for 4 or 5 people than it is for just two.  But make sure you go.  Make sure your kids get to see the kind of childhood you had.  Don’t just go in the summer when it’s fun to swim in the lake.  Side note- make sure your kids know how to swim. But when you do go in the summer, go during blueberry season.  Have their great-grandfather take them on a tour of Wyman’s.  Have them rake berries.  Show them how to make Grammy’s blueberry pie.

Go in the winter when they can hear their grandfather cuss at the snow.  Help them build a snow man and take them sledding.  Make them shovel the walk way, and let them go with their grandfather snowplowing.  Even if the only brakes in the truck are when you drop the plow.  Make a trip in the fall to see the leaves change- if you’re still in Florida, you miss that phenomenon.   Let them go hunting with their uncle, once they’re old enough.  Show them how to go tipping and make wreaths.  Make some mincemeat with them.  Take them mudding in the Springtime once all the snow has melted.  Pick some lilacs, and hunt for pussywillows.  In fact, now is a good time to remind Scott that you had talked about buying a house or camp up there many years ago.  Maybe it’s time to do that.

Remember how far you’ve come in the past 10, 15 years.  Realize that as quickly as your 20’s went, your 30’s have gone even faster.  Your 40’s will just zoom by.  Remember that while your kids are the most important thing you created, they’re not the center of your world.  At some point they’ll move out and away, then you’re left with that boy you thought it was a good idea to marry back in your 20’s.  Still enjoy each other’s company, still wrastle, still drive each other crazy.  Have fun just driving around town, or sitting on the couch.  Make an effort to stay awake during that boring movie, even if it takes an extra glass of wine.

Just be happy, content with the life that you’ve created for yourself, with each other.

*Disclaimer to any and all family reading this! I am NOT pregnant.  It is, however, safe to assume that in the next 10 years, we would have a kid or two.  

The Daily Tay