"We have two road guards for five people."

I live in a place where the land is flat and the wind travels in gusts. Our air sits thick with water, but the spanish moss burns hot and fast.

We're sitting in a hotel two miles from post. Willie is exhausted, and Liam can't quite figure out what's going on. He now has a very short tolerance for his car seat.

We should find out about housing in the next couple of days. News can't come too soon. Willie already wants to get back among "his brothers."

This experience will remind him of how much he loves his guys. It's odd being the only wolf in a pack of dog faced soldiers.

"Fear is the root of all bad writing." - Stephen King

I spent a year in Limbo. The food wasn't all that great, but the view was fantastic. My visit was trying but worthwhile. I learned how to walk a tight rope and gamble my last dime. It's time to move on, though.

Willie's finished training and has his orders. We move to Savannah next week.
Liam is three months old and budding into an amazing little boy.
I've spent a year plotting, planning, and brooding. Nanowrimo looms just over the horizon.

I've found it's impossible to stick to any hard plans while balancing the Army and a baby, so I'm not going to participate in the Nanowrimo time constraint. I am going to use the event as a "spring board." I may not be ready, and I have no idea where my plot is going. You can't wait forever, though, and I'm sure my characters will inform me when we've reached our destination.

So with an invocation to my Muse, the sweet sleeping Liam, I'll pack my bags and head east. I'm looking forward to a new town, salty air, and endless skies.

Nothing unleashes more possibilities than an empty page and the horizon.

My Baby Liam

My baby Liam...

... always sneezes in twos.
... nurses well for mommy, but will only take a bottle from daddy.
... has -one- pacifier that he likes. The rest he spits out with a grimace.

... loves to kick while on his back, but hates tummy time.
... cries when getting into the bath, then relaxes and cries about getting out.
... hates hats, socks, mittens, and shoes.

... just learned to tolerate onesies but would much rather be naked.
... loves music with lots of horns.
... hates talking to the video camera but loves talking to recordings of himself later.

... doesn't like it when mommy eats but smiles when she talks with her mouth full.
... jumps when you close the microwave but doesn't mind if the dogs bark.
... hates his crib but loves his changing table.

... always wakes up around seven but goes back to bed by nine.
... fusses about being tired but won't stop looking around so he can sleep.
... understands the back and forth nature of conversation and participates frequently.

... doesn't like to cry. He yells first to communicate.
... loves attention and raises his voice if you don't talk back to him.
... watches hands and loves the itsy bitsy spider song.

... is lactose intolerant and gets very fussy if mommy drinks milk.
... enjoys being carried on his tummy or over your shoulder.
... only wants to be cradled if he's sleepy.

... loves being outside more than anywhere else.
... scoots closer to mommy and daddy when he sleeps, putting them at the edge of the bed.
... is fascinated by new places but isn't always crazy about the car.

... isn't thrilled by his play mat but loves swatting at phones.
... holds onto daddy's necklace while falling asleep.
... holds his thumb between his pointer finger and middle finger.

... sucks on his fist like that all day but hates sucking on his thumb.
... loves watching HGTV with grandmama. He obviously want to be a contractor.
... can blow spit bubbles and would love to share them with you.

... loves to kiss and rub noses.
... relaxes when you pet his nose, rub his head, or play with his ears.
... still can't figure out tickling, the ceiling fan, or motor boat lips.

... gets too confused to cry when you bounce him.
... is generally very patient, but when he's upset he's pissed.
... loves to learn, and teaches his mommy and daddy new stuff each day.