Pictures

The kids played in the snow the other day when I shoveled the driveway.  Livea climbed the huge hill and was so proud of herself so I had to take a picture.

The boys played too.  Jenna was in the house...so there aren't any pictures of her this time.  I will have to get plenty of her in Colorado!

I was doing laundry last night and I asked Livea to fold her diapers up.  She loves helping with any kind of work around the house so I knew she would love to help.

All done!  Look what a great job she did!  I did not help her at all!
Love ya and miss ya!

24 Weeks

When I think about it, 20 weeks seems almost more of a milestone than 24. But before I know it I'll be 30 weeks, and then 40. So I am trying not to think about it all too much anyway.

I wish you were here. I hate to say that. All the deployment crap we go through says not to worry you about "insignificant", "meaningless" problematic types of things. "Don't make issues." And I'm not, truly - you know that. And I think you above so many other people I know, love to hear that I wish you were here...more than me not saying it. I just miss you. It seems like it's been so long now. And it has been just 5 months. It seems like forever to me. And yet again, when you're home, I know it'll seem like you were never gone. It's so strange how our minds work. I guess they do what is best for us at the time. Now: me clinging to you getting back here. When you're home: me forgetting you were ever gone.

But I do miss you now more than ever.

Our driveway is so crappy looking, I should take a picture. You would probably be horrified. If we didn't wear our snow boots to get to the car we'd fall all over ourselves getting in. That's funny, but still... I feel pretty lazy that I haven't shoveled it. I may just do that tomorrow. We are supposed to have temps in the 30's for the next few days (YES!!!!). It is seriously a heat wave! I probably will be wearing a shirt and a sweater to shovel it. It has just been so cold, the idea is just daunting to me to go out there. I am hibernating in here. But really, it is very lazy of me. It would be so nice to walk out to our car free of obstacle-course-snow-piles. And snow-piles they are.

Yes, I miss you. I miss a man's body. Is that chaste enough to say in a public, eerr, sorta public, blog? Probably not, but this is mostly for you, and while I am not going to spew out the mouth in an unchaste way, I hate to not say what is on my mind...and I do just miss a big manly man near me. Oh okay, I mean, I can be near plenty of men, at the stores or wherever I go. But it's cuddling up and being close, and having eye and hand access at you that I miss. I guess that might be unchaste to say. But I am a married woman, so I'll say it, and be glad of it. I miss you.

We all do. I'm praying for you. We all are. Every day, and night, and any other time we think of it. The kids pray for you every single day. Luke prays often that you eat healthy food and that that healthy food makes you feel healthy and strong. It's so sweet of him. Livea always prays that you're not scared and that you're safe in "Iwrack."

I think the United States Army needs a few more men so that deployments can be cut to 6 months. That is what I think. Maybe you should come home and recruit. Can you even do that at your rank anymore? LOL.

Love you, love you, love you, love you and miss you even more.

Josh, I think I seriously hate our dog. I try and try and try and try to like her, and then she does something else that makes me insane with anger. I can't stand her. I can't stand being so mad about something she has done all the time.

She just ate bacon that I was making for dinner.

Then when I finally rationalized with myself that she's a dog, what can I expect when it's near the edge of the counter, and she's tall enough to stand up and grab it (even if that is TERRIBLE of her, and she's a VERY bad dog for doing so!!!!) - I come into the computer room to see what Luke is doing and I find a freshly chewed up bottle of Elmer's glue on the floor and 2 huge piles of white glue on the floor.

I hate her! I was just making brownies with Livea and Livea had a quesadilla half-eaten on the table. The dog kept sniffing up at the table, sniffing, sniffing, and I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye, and finally, sure enough she hops up to grab the quesadilla. She is NOT hungry she is just BAD, BAD, BAD! So I tell her "NO!" and she drops down. I never left the kitchen while making brownies, and she tried to get the quesadilla 4 more times - all while I was standing RIGHT there. Like I was going to forget about her or something. Did I mention I think I hate her???

If I knew how to do it, I would go take a picture of her with my fresh, new, camera, upload the image, and then photoshop a giant red circle with a slash through it, around her, and post it with this entry. I would do it just because it would make me feel better about hating her right now, and I wouldn't even care how much time I wasted on thinking about her and photoshopping her, I would just do it anyway!! I do not love dogs. I love kids, and I don't have room for dogs in my heart. If you were here, you could save our dog from my wrath, but since you are not, I am afraid she is at my mercy, of which I have none, for her. The End.