The Road to Wellness

The last few weeks have once again been hectic. We were sick, again, but this time it included an ear infection for Ethan and RSV for all of us. Will got to do breathing treatments with a nebulizer every 4 hours for a week, and Ethan had to be sitting upright at an angle at all times. It was a fun week. But after all was said and done, we were well enough to make it to church, even arrived a few minutes early, and we made it through all three hours! It helped that Will was allowed to attend nursery, although technically he has another month and a half before he should be going, but I hear he did very well. I can't believe he's so grown up! I also was able to try out my new baby sling outside of the house, and it was wonderful. I may be ready to attempt grocery shopping.

Today we attempted to apply for our passports for our "overseas" base. The sergeant who was helping us actually filled in the question on the form that asked what country we were visiting with Alaska. I hope they don't think I'm filling out the form. ALASKA IS NOT ANOTHER COUNTRY! We spent two and a half hours there, but they still need more paperwork, so it's up to Anthony to track down what we need. The boys were not very happy by the time we left, but I don't know why Will was complaining. Everyone was giving him crackers and suckers, plus when he tired of the box of toys they had, he ran around dumping out jars of paper clips and trying to make calls on the sergeant's phone. He was also VERY excited about the large concrete balls outside as decorations. He started yelling, "Ball, Ball!" and running--if you can count it as running. He's learned several new words, including baby (baba), basketball (baball), and please (although I can't spell his version), and he can point to most of the parts of his body if you ask him too. We had fun visiting with my old roommates on Sunday, and he was even converted to be a Cubs fan, which will make Matt and Heilit, and Great-Grandma and Grandpa happy.



Ethan's growing bigger every day. He's up to 9 pounds 6 ounces, although he spits up so much I don't know how he's gaining weight. Both of us change outfits multiple times a day or just give up and decide to be stinky. Every day I think he gets a little cuter.

Ethan sporting his Alaska pajamas

He's starting to look a bit like Will, but he definitely has his own look too. If that makes any sense. The debate continues, so I thought I'd let everyone else decide. Will's on the left and Ethan's on the right:

Anthony's still working hard at tech school, but he's ready to be done. Life isn't very exciting outside of class, and it's hard to be away from us. I'm hoping that Ethan and I can go down and visit this weekend. We're down to about 10 weeks before we officially head off to our next adventure! I'm sure it will be here before we know it.

An ABUNDANCE of Wild Animals

While reading about our base housing in Alaska, I came across this sentence: "Elmendorf AFB has an abundance of bear, moose and other wild animals that are seen frequently in family housing areas." WHY are there wild animals on base? That was a major reason I wanted to live on base. There are walls around the base! How are these animals getting in?! Anthony said they must get in the same way we do, show their military id at the gate. So I guess I need to read the chapter in my book again about how to ward off bear attacks since apparently they're going to be coming after me in my own home. Another reason to keep Bob the cat inside. Although I think I'd like to see what she would do when faced with a moose.

Speaking of Bob, she's made her way back home. She'd been staying at my friend Tresanay's for awhile, where she was treated like she was at a luxury day spa compared to here. She came back with an assortment of dry and wet cat food, a box of toys, and bad habits--such as waking me up to be fed or wanting to get under the blankets at night. Not happening. I've already got a baby all over me; I don't need a cat too. I'm starting to feel like the king size bed is too small, and Anthony's not even here. Bob got to come home unexpectedly because we had a situation. A mouse had decided our home would be nicer to live in then outdoors. I think he feels differently now. I got the scare of my life--well, not really, the worst was several years ago when a mouse crawled up my arm while I was asleep--two weeks ago when I pulled the couch away from the wall to fix the cable cord and the mouse was wedged halfway up between the couch and the wall. It dropped to the floor and started running for the kitchen. I, on the other hand, had jumped onto the love seat and was trying, and failing, to remain calm. I somehow made it into the kitchen and grabbed a glue trap on the way, but then I saw it crawl into the barely open drawer under the stove, so I was up on a kitchen chair, trying to figure out if I could lob the trap across the room to the stove. I couldn't, so I bravely made my way over. But I didn't sleep well at all, and Bob was on her way home the next afternoon. Nothing happened for a few days, and then I caught something twice--Will. I tried to remember to put the traps away during the day, but I forgot one morning, and Will stuck his hand to one. For future reference for anyone else that may one day be in this same predicament, cooking oil works wonders at getting the glue to unstick. The next day he found the trap in the drawer that had peanut butter on it, and I found him with peanut butter all over his face and a big smile. So gross. But finally, a couple nights ago I caught the intended target. I heard a bang from the kitchen, and after getting up the nerve, I pulled back the drawer, and there was the mouse, completely freaked out and squeaking like crazy. So hopefully we're mouse free, and if not, I'm counting on Bob to take care of the rest.

I had some sad news from Anthony this week. They don't have enough instructors, so their classes are running a little behind, which means he'll be graduating a little later than planned. Maybe only a few days or a week, but even that's not sure. Not the news I wanted to hear, but we'll manage. I guess it gives us more time to get ready for the move.

I also did a search today to see what stores they have in Anchorage. I'm not a big shopper, but I'm used to living in a big city, so I wanted to see what was available, and I was pleasantly surprised--Target, McDonald's, Wal-Mart (2 of them), Baskin Robbins (Anthony will be thrilled. There are 5--how are there more of these than Wal-Marts?), Michaels, Jo-Ann Fabrics, Fred Meyer (kind of like Meijer), and 10 Starbucks (not that I care, but the more Starbucks there are, the more domesticated a place seems). I also saw that many places sell moose nuggets (yes, that is what you think it is) as souvenirs, including jewelry. I know what everyone's getting for Christmas this year!

As for the boys, Ethan is one month old today. It always goes too fast! He's been sick with a cold and had yucky eyes, so I haven't really gotten a lot of pictures. Will's still been very helpful, rocking him in his bouncy hair and stroking his head if he's upset. He also likes to put his forehead up to Ethan's--I think he's doing the head butt that Anthony taught him, but thank goodness he's gentle. Will also thinks it's hilarious to do things he shouldn't. He starts laughing uncontrollably if I tell him no and chase him away from whatever he's gotten into. I'm managing pretty well, although not getting enough time to do everything I need or want. Otherwise, I'm just living the dream. As long as the dream includes a hundred dirty diapers a week, endless crying, being covered in spit-up, multiple illnesses (one day we'll all be well enough to go church), and kids that won't sleep. It must though because we're still plugging along!

Back to "Normal"

Things have finally started to calm down and get into a routine around here. Ethan's been home from the hospital for a week, and he's doing wonderfully. He's already more alert and looking around, and he's very scheduled as far as eating and naps go, which is completely different from how Will was (and is still). He even sleeps in his crib for the most part, but at night I either have to leave a light on or let him sleep next to me. Will is wonderful with Ethan. He likes it when I put Ethan in the car seat so he can rock it and sing to him. He also is constantly wandering over and kissing him or playing with his hands, and I keep finding toys in the crib that Will wants to share. The only issues we've had are that they both want to be held a lot--I'm getting really good at holding two kids at once!--and the fact that they have identical pacifiers, so Will thought we were giving his away. Now I find him once in awhile with one in his mouth, and one in each hand.

Anthony returned to Texas on Sunday, which is very hard on all of us, but most of all on Anthony and me. It was nice having everyone home together, and it's hard thinking that we won't be able to have that for several months. But that's our life now, so we're learning to deal with it. I'm also learning how to juggle taking care of both boys, and we're managing. We've had all of our meals on time, taken naps, cleaned the house, and gotten baths for both of them (I even found time to shower!). Will took his first bubble bath, and he of course had to taste the bubbles. He also learned to say "Uh-oh," so he's been using that one the last few days appropriately, when he's done something he shouldn't. I have to watch out for him because he's learned how to lock the doors, so I'm worried I'm going to be stuck outside one day. He locked Anthony in the garage, but at least I was here to open the door. I don't think I can convince Will to do the same.

Here are a few pictures from the last few weeks:

I so want to know what Will's thinking. I'm guessing it's along the lines of,
"Who does this guy think he's fooling?"

Will's American Idol debut

Will contemplating the gingerbread house

Then Will eating the gingerbread house

Will enjoying a cold one--I mean, a soda

Ethan in NICU

Leaving the NICU

Our first time all together

Ethan's first bath--he's so happy!

Ethan's baby blessing

Adventures in the Hospital

We're on day 6 at the St. Francis NICU, and hopefully tomorrow will be the last day that we're there. It has been a long week of driving back and forth to the hospital, and we're thankful that even though it has been tiring, we've been very blessed. Ethan is doing well. They took all of his breathing and feeding tubes off a couple days ago, but then the jaundice showed up, so along with making sure that he does well eating (which he does, but we weren't surprised--he's a Corbin), we've spent some time with the lighted blanket and a little bit under the spotlight. He was doing well today, but the head nurse thought it would be best to keep an eye on him until tomorrow. We are very excited to get him home and spend some time together as a family. I will have some more pictures soon. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers!

A Christmas Eve Eve Surprise

Even though he wasn't supposed to show up for another few weeks, Ethan Andrew Corbin decided to make an early appearance. I'm so glad Anthony was able to come home when he did because I don't know what I would have done without him and this little adventure. Anthony arrived on Saturday afternoon, and Will and I were very happy to see him. Will hesitated a little at first, but it seemed like the busy airport was throwing him as well. Once we got in the car, Will started talking more, and ever since, he wants Anthony to hold him all the time.

On Sunday morning, I started having a few contractions but they stopped, so we weren't too concerned. I had a doctor's appointment Monday, and the doctor said I could go anytime. An hour and a half later, I started having contractions again. I don't think he meant I would go into labor right away, but apparently Ethan took that as the go-ahead. Everything was off and on for a few hours, but by that evening, they were coming pretty regularly. I still debated about whether or not we should go to the hospital, so I went ahead and made dinner and followed my normal routine, but we decided to go ahead and ask Katie Corbin to come over and watch Will in case we did need to leave. A little after 9:00, we thought it would be best to at least go and check things out, and we ended up being admitted within the hour. Everything went very smoothly (once my second dose of the epidural kicked in), and luckily the doctor made it just in time so the nurse didn't have to deliver the baby herself. Ethan came so quickly that the nurse had to tell me to quit laughing with Anthony (which Anthony pointed out is probably not something she often has to tell patients) because it was making me accidentally push. Ethan was born at 5:07 a.m. on December 23, weighing 6 lbs 14 oz and 20 1/4 inches long. He was having some trouble breathing, which was something we had been concerned might happen since he was exactly 37 weeks. But the NICU team was able to stabilize him, and Anthony and I were able to hold him for a bit. On the way to the nursery, the nurse saw that he was still panting and grunting, so she went ahead and took him to the NICU for monitoring, and that's where he's been ever since. The next few days will tell us a lot about what needs to be done, and the doctors are still deciding whether it's an infection, fluid, or lung immaturity. From everything we've heard, no one is overly concerned about his condition. We just need to find out what will be best to help him breathe correctly. He does have a breathing tube, but it is not pumping oxygen--it is mostly to help him stretch out his lungs and make it easier to take breaths--and he has a feeding tube from his mouth to his stomach since he's not ready to suck and breathe at the same time. Whenever we visit him, he is doing very well, and he seems a little better each time. Hopefully he will be released in a few days, but it could be sometime next week. We'll continue to post info as we get it, and we'll have pictures later. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers!

Alaska?!

I knew it was an option. I just didn't expect it to be a serious possibility. But Anthony got his first base assignment today, and at the end of March we'll be heading to Elmendorf AFB, adjacent to Anchorage, Alaska. After I got over the shock, I was excited. Never in a million years did I think when Anthony and I got married that we'd be spending our third wedding anniversary in Alaska, and not just on a visit either. I also didn't expect the Air Force to send us overseas (and Alaska is considered overseas for them), especially knowing that they are sending a family of four, with a one-year-old and, by then, a three-month-old. But as we've been told from the beginning, the Air Force's needs come first!

Some things I've learned so far about Alaska:

1. Winters aren't so bad in Anchorage. They're situated so there's warm air currents coming from Japan, and they're sheltered by mountain ranges, so it's not extreme weather. According to Accuweather, it's the same temperature there as it is here. But while we might get up to 45, there going to stay in the 20's. It looks like the highs in July average 65, which to me still doesn't sound warm, but maybe I'll adjust. Snow from September to May, so I won't be packing away the winter clothes. I also think it's time to upgrade to an SUV.

2. It may take up to a month for us to get our stuff shipped there! And since we'll probably fly and they'll ship our car (which will also take several weeks to show up), I don't know how we're going to pack enough to get us through. Although the nice thing is that with military fares on an airline, they don't charge for the first three bags or so. Can I convince them that Ethan has three large bags as well? I guess I should have asked for luggage for Christmas. I also saw that American Airlines will check antlers (for a fee), so if Anthony bags an elk while we're there, we will be able to bring it home. Thank goodness!

3. We will get certain pay bonuses for higher cost of living. Groceries are 31.4% higher and health care is 91.1% higher (thank goodness that one's taken care of the Air Force--or Obama and his socialized health care). The Commissary on base "tries" to keep it's prices lower.

4. The animals most often hit by cars: moose, fox, and bears. Once again, I think an SUV is in order. I do not want to see what would happen after I hit a moose with my Cavalier. We're also warned that it is probably better to hit the animal with a "glancing blow" than to end up in a ditch or go over a cliff. I don't there is such a thing as a glancing blow with a moose, unless you hit it as you are leaving a stop sign.

5. If anyone wants to visit us and go camping, it's only $11 at the on-base campgrounds! Or you could get a hotel room and still have all of your toes in the morning for probably just a little more money.

6. There's a ski lodge, snowmobile trips, ice fishing, a skating rink, and a tubing hill. I'm definitely going to have to work up some excitement for winter activities. The first and last time I went skiing, I never left the bunny hill. But at the Recreation Camp a short drive away, you can see whales, porpoises, puffins, sea lions, eagles and mountain sheep.

7. The movie theater has showing times at: 7 p.m. That's all. There will be no late nights out, I suppose.

8. Not only do we need to watch for crazed animal wildlife (caribou, reindeer, polar bears, grizzly bears and the musk ox), but we also have volcanoes and earthquakes. I'm assuming blizzards, even though no one bothered to mention that. Good thing Anthony is an Eagle Scout. Wait a minute, maybe that's why they chose us to go there.

9. Population of Indianapolis: 781,870. Population of all of Alaska: 677,00. Half of those live in Anchorage, so at least we won't be too lonely. Population of Caribou: 1,000,000+

It's definitely going to be an adventure. I can't even imagine, but at least our blog posts may be more interesting!

In other news, Will learned a new trick on Monday. He woke up and was chatting to himself for a minute or two, and then I heard him start crying as if he was hurt. I got into his room, and when I looked at the crib, it was empty! I looked down, and there he was, kneeling on the floor. How he got out, I don't think I'll ever know. I don't think he's tall enough to throw a leg over to climb out, so maybe he pulled himself up somehow. The mattress has now been lowered to the bottom level, which makes it harder for me to lift him out, but I don't have to worry (as much). He's been quite the monkey this week, climbing on everything. He learned how to get into the little rocking chair that used to be mine when I was little. Sometimes I'll find him in his room just rocking away.

Will's also decided that he's done having people feed him. He's old enough to do it on his own, thank you very much. I made the mistake of trying to feed him macaroni and cheese, and I've never seen such a meltdown. Both hands started sweeping the rest of his food off of his high chair, accompanied by howls and tears. He's getting better at using his fork, but halfway through, it's usually back to using his hands. We're working on it though. It's nice that he's becoming a little more independent so I can just let him go at it while I'm taking care of Ethan, who will be here in 2 weeks (oh my gosh!). Other than that, we're still fighting colds, finally finished with Christmas shopping, and getting very excited to see Anthony in 2 days!

Sometimes you're just too tired to think of a good title

This week has been filled with great blessings. We were able to get Anthony's flight set, and it wasn't quite as expensive as I had feared, plus we were able to get good flight times, so he'll be able to spend more time with us. He'll be arriving on Saturday at 4 p.m., and Will and I are very excited to see him. I'm probably a little more so, since Will doesn't seem to grasp that anything different's going on. If I could only get inside his little head to know what he was thinking. So far the only answer I'm able to get from him on any subject is "No." (He really enjoyed watching Shrek 2 tonight and repeating "No" every time Shrek did in the scene where Donkey asks over and over, "Are we there yet?") Whether he realizes Anthony's missing, I can't tell. I'm curious to see how he acts at the airport.

We also were able to FINALLY sell our truck. It has been a headache from the beginning--thank you Andrew for giving it to us. :) I think I just have bad feelings toward it because it started out stressful since it needed a lot of work, and I've never quite forgiven it. Mostly it's been good to us and helped out a lot on multiple moves. But we've been trying for awhile to sell it, and it is so wonderful to look out at the driveway and see just my car. I even parked in the middle of the driveway and took up part of both spots, just because I could. Ah, luxurious lanes. Now the only thing I want to see even more is a "Sold" sign in our front yard.

Will's taken to pressing his face into my stomach and yelling. I can only imagine what Ethan thinks of having someone screaming inches away from him. I'm sure it's a little disconcerting. But it's probably also good preparation. How am I supposed to explain to a one-year-old that babies sleep a lot and need some quiet? Nap times are going to be loads of fun, I can tell. Will's already given up his morning nap as of this week, which makes it a little harder to find time to get a shower. Maybe my aversion to those fences where you can corral your kids will fade after a few days with two babies and no showers. Something's got to give.

Will's also walking more often than he crawls. It still is a little weird to see him pop around the corner, but I'm getting used to it. The other day he and his cousin Jerod wandered into the kitchen together, Jerod all steady and Will a little shaky but right alongside him. I could almost picture them running around together as teenagers, which was a little scary.

Anthony's still waiting to officially start his classes at Tech School. Right now it's still meetings, details, and assignments--like watching the front door. Exciting stuff. He gets to act like a true government employee and refuse to go find who ordered pizza from Papa John's. As he put it, "I work for the US government, not Papa John's, so that's their problem if the person doesn't show up." I think the power's going to his head. He was also being threatened to be put in the band again--even though he didn't raise his hand this time, they have the list of the band members from Basic--and now he's thinking of volunteering. He says it's because he gets a special Letter of Appreciation in his file that shows he was willing to sacrifice his time, but I think deep down he doesn't want to let on to me how much he enjoys it, knowing my aversion to band geeks, I mean, members. He'll start classes just a few days before coming home, and we actually may get to find out this week where our first base will be. I'm praying for something a little more exotic than Idaho. Sorry to anyone I've offended, but really, between England and Idaho, which would be more exciting? Which means we're going to Idaho.

I've been busy selling trucks, arranging flights, dragging myself and Will to finish Christmas shopping, visiting doctors and making appointments, and fighting a nasty head cold. But you know what? It's been a good week.