<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722</id><updated>2011-10-11T00:50:40.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On, 1 day at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-9082431152365770545</id><published>2011-03-07T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:12:03.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAsvrk6amuo/TXT1C_1mSGI/AAAAAAAAANU/jekKCmrKhqI/s1600/Jan.%2B2010%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581355270063671394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAsvrk6amuo/TXT1C_1mSGI/AAAAAAAAANU/jekKCmrKhqI/s400/Jan.%2B2010%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ackward postion...not to ackward but the best I could find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-9082431152365770545?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9082431152365770545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=9082431152365770545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/9082431152365770545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/9082431152365770545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAsvrk6amuo/TXT1C_1mSGI/AAAAAAAAANU/jekKCmrKhqI/s72-c/Jan.%2B2010%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-547664922583108685</id><published>2011-03-07T08:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:47:25.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InrT-zNiEbc/TXTv3_35Q2I/AAAAAAAAANM/lKXZqO4dJwI/s1600/s42030cb117661_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581349583536604002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InrT-zNiEbc/TXTv3_35Q2I/AAAAAAAAANM/lKXZqO4dJwI/s400/s42030cb117661_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of your most treassure item..... My Family &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-547664922583108685?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/547664922583108685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=547664922583108685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/547664922583108685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/547664922583108685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InrT-zNiEbc/TXTv3_35Q2I/AAAAAAAAANM/lKXZqO4dJwI/s72-c/s42030cb117661_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-2641185345465356125</id><published>2011-03-05T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:02:54.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyfVGgrGltc/TXMGuOWrj3I/AAAAAAAAANE/itUbXYRk9i4/s1600/drew-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580811754439151474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyfVGgrGltc/TXMGuOWrj3I/AAAAAAAAANE/itUbXYRk9i4/s400/drew-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person you would love to trade places with......... My Husband who is deployed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he doesnt tell me everything that happens "over there" and I cant even imagine what it is like. But I would like to know what it is like, I would like to know about that part of his life. Also I would like him to see what it is like being me. Taking care of 3 kids, activities, laundry, cleaning, ect.. I am NOT saying 1 is easier then the other at all they are both different jobs and cant be compared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-2641185345465356125?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2641185345465356125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=2641185345465356125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2641185345465356125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2641185345465356125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyfVGgrGltc/TXMGuOWrj3I/AAAAAAAAANE/itUbXYRk9i4/s72-c/drew-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4285183516055913633</id><published>2011-03-05T07:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:38:28.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRpsWBdAkR4/TXI8rqBsFzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ORbzIpRJyVU/s1600/Old%2BPictures%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580589608978880306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRpsWBdAkR4/TXI8rqBsFzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ORbzIpRJyVU/s400/Old%2BPictures%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memory....... Junior Prom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4285183516055913633?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4285183516055913633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4285183516055913633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4285183516055913633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4285183516055913633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRpsWBdAkR4/TXI8rqBsFzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ORbzIpRJyVU/s72-c/Old%2BPictures%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5000460222777563045</id><published>2011-03-05T07:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:35:54.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month</title><content type='html'>Its hard to believe it has only been 2 months since we said Good Bye, Since we last hugged, Since we last Kissed, Since I felt secure and that everything was going to be okay. I miss him so much and I keep thinking this will get easier as time goes on.....It hasnt it just seems to get harder. The Kids are doing better but I feel like I am falling apart. I hate everything about this deployment. I hate where my husband is, I hate how he is living. I seen pictures and I cried. He shouldnt have to live like that, NO one should have to live like that. They dont give the soldiers enough food, he rarely has a working shower or toliets, if it rains he has a waterfall coming in his room right over his bed, he has no way of washing his laundry...So I have (and his mom) been sending lots of care packages packed with food, I found a washing machine that is ment for camping so I ordered that and sent it. Mail seems to be taking alot longer then it was in the begining so hopefully soon he will be flooded with care packages. I just wish there was more I could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5000460222777563045?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5000460222777563045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5000460222777563045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5000460222777563045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5000460222777563045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-month.html' title='2 month'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-926128801706835326</id><published>2011-01-14T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:24:12.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTEFGqc4KjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YjXOBrddk-c/s1600/my%2Bnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562232626812037682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTEFGqc4KjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YjXOBrddk-c/s400/my%2Bnight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night - Working out after the kids go to bed....tonight was the 1st night...Umm I am out of shape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-926128801706835326?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/926128801706835326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=926128801706835326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/926128801706835326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/926128801706835326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-04-picture-of-your-night-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTEFGqc4KjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YjXOBrddk-c/s72-c/my%2Bnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-6601002444209677926</id><published>2011-01-14T18:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:15:52.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTDmxoSBVRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zc4sMrB7yOk/s1600/army%2Bwives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562199280103544082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTDmxoSBVRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zc4sMrB7yOk/s400/army%2Bwives.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roxy from Army Wives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-6601002444209677926?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6601002444209677926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=6601002444209677926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6601002444209677926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6601002444209677926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-03-picture-of-cast-from-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTDmxoSBVRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zc4sMrB7yOk/s72-c/army%2Bwives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5860394240080302320</id><published>2011-01-14T18:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:09:59.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTDlrWqcfLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/StUHMw1M1tU/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562198072783305906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTDlrWqcfLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/StUHMw1M1tU/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest - My huband he knows me like no one else does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5860394240080302320?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5860394240080302320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5860394240080302320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5860394240080302320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5860394240080302320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-02-picture-of-you-and-person-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TTDlrWqcfLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/StUHMw1M1tU/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8825697632981800927</id><published>2011-01-11T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:31:05.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW What a day</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 days the power has gone out twice during the day!! The 1st day it was out for like 3-4 hours. Which totally sucked. Today thankfully it was only off for like 1/2 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to talk to Drew yesterday, which was purely amazing to hear his voice and the girls got to talk to him. :) and he got to hear Ethan yelling....lol He is doing good but sounded completly exhausted. I love him and am so proud of him, but really wish we didnt have to be apart and him be "over there" it seems to be taking them forever to get where they need to be going. I mean he left 6 days ago and they still arent there. I just want him to get settled, figure out what type of communication we will be able to have as he may be in a remote area. Praying he will have either phone or internet access (both is prefered..lol) and please god make time speed up a little quicker it seems to be dragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan said Dada and baba today for the 1st time!!!! I could not believe my ears! thankfully had my cell handy and got it on video. Wish Drew was here to hear it in person. But video is the next best thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; link to video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CID9S8ejfPs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CID9S8ejfPs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie had school today despite all the snow we got.  They dont like giving snow days here on post, because everywhere else got a snow day and pretty sure most are getting 1 tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie has been well Kylie.. LOL I was making her lunch today and I called her silly goose, to which she called me crazy, so I told her she was crazy...she replied with,  "I am telling daddy you called me crazy, when he gets home" LOL Okay Kylie you do that. She is so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8825697632981800927?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8825697632981800927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8825697632981800927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8825697632981800927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8825697632981800927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/wow-what-day.html' title='WOW What a day'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4122125340924626055</id><published>2011-01-11T09:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:28:24.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSx0MeIhlaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CEWt-IivPrk/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSx0MIZ7N4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0ePIm-E_I1E/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560947391659194242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSx0MIZ7N4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0ePIm-E_I1E/s400/140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 facts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am happily married with 3 kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I lived in germany for 2 1/2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My fav food is pasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hates deployments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. is afraid of the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4122125340924626055?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4122125340924626055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4122125340924626055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4122125340924626055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4122125340924626055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-facts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSx0MIZ7N4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0ePIm-E_I1E/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7120507221644906340</id><published>2011-01-11T09:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:13:59.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge</title><content type='html'>30 Day Photo Challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with five facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your fa......vorite memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the craziest things with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picture and a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7120507221644906340?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7120507221644906340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7120507221644906340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7120507221644906340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7120507221644906340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-photo-challenge.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4359275533727114428</id><published>2011-01-07T08:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:08:16.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>Its been a rough day so far. I got to talk to him on IM for a few minutes last night before I went to bed. He said he would call or IM later. Well at 3:30am he IMed me, I IMed back and I am guessing internet cut off cause I havent heard from him since. Oh course It took forever to get back to sleep. I just layed there looking at the laptop hoping and praying he was going to get back on. Nothing. Then this morning Kylie started crying she wanted her daddy back. Which of course mad me cry cause I want him back too. She is such a big Daddy Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be able to have a conversation with my husband, every time we have talked the internet on his side goes in and out in and out. Missing him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He called it was so amazing to hear his voice again!!!!! I am so happy right now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4359275533727114428?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4359275533727114428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4359275533727114428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4359275533727114428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4359275533727114428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-274427463160500165</id><published>2011-01-06T20:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:30:41.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Getting things back in order! Okay so I will admit I havent been keeping up with things like I normally do but between having a new baby (3 is alot harder then I thought it would be) and my husband getting ready to leave I let some things go in order to spend more time together as a family. So I am working on organizing everything again and getting back into a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie had her 1st day back at school today since mid Dec. when they went on Christmas Break. Ethan fell asleep all by himself at nap time. I layed him in his crib when he was sleepy patted his back for about a min. Then gently bounced his mattress for a minute, Then I just stayed by the crib and he drifted off to sleep. No crying :) He shocked me by taking a 3 hour nap! In that time I got to spend some 1 on 1 time with Kylie and clean up the kitchen and sort threw laundry and start putting it away. Its amazing how much laundry a family of 5 creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing pretty good today with not breaking down and crying. But then my phone rang when I was in the Kitchen making Dinner. My heart skipped a beat as I bolted to the living room. I grab my phone and look at the screen...its my daughters school. My heart sank and my eyes filled with tears, it wasnt my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I can do the whole running the house and raising the kids while he is gone thing, but I dont like it. I want my husband here with me and our kids want there daddy. Its so hard looking in there little sad faces when they say, I want daddy. It pulls at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 1 thing that makes it harder this time for me is all the 1sts he is going to miss with Ethan. He was there form 4-9 months with kenzie so he got to see her crawl, stand, talk, ect...He was there for her 1st Birthday when she took her 1st steps. With Kylie he was there threw the whole 1st year. So he didnt miss any of that. But with Ethan he is going to miss it. He is going to miss him talking, crawling, standing, and maybe walking (depending on R&amp;amp;R). It makes me so sad. I cant even imagine how he feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he didnt have to miss a year of our kids lives every other year. Its so hard when he leaves especially in the begining. You dont want to leave your computer in case he gets on IM, you phone never leaves your side, its like everything is on hold. It sucks, its hard to get out of that mind frame. Its heart breaking when you miss that IM or Phone Call. But with 3 kids life goes on, I have to keep going for them. I take it 1 day at a time, try and stay busy. Last deployment I started sewing and bow making and it is something I love doing now. It kepts me busy at night after the kids are in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-274427463160500165?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/274427463160500165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=274427463160500165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/274427463160500165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/274427463160500165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-things-back-in-order-okay-so-i.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-2501529064149850096</id><published>2011-01-05T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:30:26.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He is gone..........</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a hard hard day, A day I wish would have never come. A day of heart ache and tears. My husband left for a his 3rd tour "over there". It seemed harder this time then the 1st. It was so much hard watching his hug each of the kids and kiss them good bye. A year is such a long time, so much happens in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with kenzie earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie, "When will daddy be home?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "In 1 year"&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie, "Will daddy be home for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "No I do not think so but after Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie, "I am going to ask Santa to bring daddy home for Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;Me, (tears rolling down my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say to that?  Praying the next year goes by fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-2501529064149850096?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2501529064149850096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=2501529064149850096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2501529064149850096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2501529064149850096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-is-gone.html' title='He is gone..........'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4673741493723131702</id><published>2011-01-03T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:17:54.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSKRMidIBUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XgE3EarPjF8/s1600/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164534722037058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSKRMidIBUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XgE3EarPjF8/s400/0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay a while is an understatement, LOL! Well since last post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major Events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew came Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my breast reduction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moved to Fort Knox, KY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got Pregnant in Dec. 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenzie started Kindergarden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a bouncing baby BOY on Aug. 24th 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting ready to entire our 3rd deployment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.................................. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4673741493723131702?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4673741493723131702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4673741493723131702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4673741493723131702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4673741493723131702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile!'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/TSKRMidIBUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XgE3EarPjF8/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8902520011989837055</id><published>2009-06-13T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:32:42.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Ready</title><content type='html'>So ready to have my husband home. Enough is enough of this deployment. It has been hard and long and I am so rady for it to be over. I want to move on with our lives. Right now it feels like its on hold. We cant move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he is home there will be no more sleeping on the couch because he might get on the computer, no more making sure your cell phone is in reception and always by your side just in case he calls, no more worrying if he is alright as he will be right there be side me. I worry when I dont hear from him when he says he is going to get on or call. It puts me on edge and I get really aggrivated fast. We are so close to him coming home and I am so scared as I know that this is the time that the danger picks up because of new guys coming in, guys getting careless because they know they are going home soon, ect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly I want to be a family again. I need/want my husband and the girls want &amp;amp; need there daddy so bad. Everytime there is a plane that Kenzie sees she asks if her dad is on it, or when he will be home, why is he away, ect.. We have drove by where his company is a few times since Drew left (its all the way on the other side of post) and Kenzie remember that is where daddy left from and asks if we are going to get daddy now. She pulls at my heart all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8902520011989837055?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8902520011989837055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8902520011989837055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8902520011989837055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8902520011989837055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-ready.html' title='So Ready'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-166786321462385415</id><published>2009-06-13T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:46:22.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of sorts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJdA0_EkI/AAAAAAAAALg/NKtD_SGgjXQ/s1600-h/June+1st-4th+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838682894537282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJdA0_EkI/AAAAAAAAALg/NKtD_SGgjXQ/s400/June+1st-4th+2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJcoHPTCI/AAAAAAAAALY/7TPtDj_LFGw/s1600-h/June+1st-4th+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838676260211746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJcoHPTCI/AAAAAAAAALY/7TPtDj_LFGw/s400/June+1st-4th+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJcsGnziI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dblcIKfUTfY/s1600-h/June+1st-4th+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838677331365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJcsGnziI/AAAAAAAAALQ/dblcIKfUTfY/s400/June+1st-4th+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJcHnjvdI/AAAAAAAAALI/zx5IC20-s7Q/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838667537399250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJcHnjvdI/AAAAAAAAALI/zx5IC20-s7Q/s400/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have about 11 days to go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current projects..Helping a military family in need. Soldier is deployed he has 3 kids a 5yo boy, 3yo girl, and 1yo girl. The wife (use that term losely) has some mental issues. CPS ended up taking the kids (they are at his moms house till he returns) and she was put in a mental hospital. After she was released from the hospital she broke into there on post housing (Smashed an upstairs window) and took the furniture. A little over a week ago my frg leader and I started the cleaning process of the house. WE had NO idea just how dirty it was. We have spent hours and hours over there and have been there till 3am a couple nights. Its beyond dirty..down right gross. I am talking finding used tampons everywhere but the trash can, underwear with poop in them that have been there for awhile, ect.. Its GROSS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a couple sewing projects but dont think those will get done till after Drew comes home, Need to make Kenzies welcome home shirt, plus I am making the soldiers 3 kids shirt and I already made his 2 girls bows, I still need to finish cleaning my down stiars (upstairs is done), and I need to make 2 more welcome home signs. I think that is it...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Thursday I had a meeting with the plastic surgeon and got the green light to have the breast reduction! I will have 400-500 grams removed from the left side (about a lb) and 700 grams removed from the right side. The surgery should take place Mid. Aug but should know this coming week when for sure. I am scared and nervous but this is so needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out a couple days ago we are moving this fall/winter (nov-dec.) to Fort Knox Kentucky! Another Chapter closing and another one opening...should be interesting to see where life takes us next..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-166786321462385415?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/166786321462385415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=166786321462385415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/166786321462385415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/166786321462385415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-of-sorts.html' title='Update of sorts!'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SjPJdA0_EkI/AAAAAAAAALg/NKtD_SGgjXQ/s72-c/June+1st-4th+2009+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3596641702143064756</id><published>2009-05-28T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:30:54.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Surgery</title><content type='html'>Last Month I meet with my PCM and she put in a referal for my to have a breast reduction. On tuesday I recieved confermation that I was approved to meet with a plastic surgen. We will have to travel about an hour away to go to the dr. I called the same day to set up an appt. The soonest appt. they have is July 31st! of course we will be out of town then so I was told I had to wait a few weeks as they dont have the Aug. Schedual out yet but she mentioned I could attend a seminar on June 11th. Bad thing was it was at night and day cares would be closed. So I had to pass it up. Well I was talking to a friend and she almost kicked my butt because she said she had no problem watching the girls. So I called and am set up for the seminar. The will go over the procedure of the breast reduction (there will be 8-10 other women there for the same reason), what to expect, ect... The drs will then do a 1 on 1 consultation with you to see if you are canadite, ect... If you are they will then have to submit another referal into tricare to see if they will cover it (yea I thought I already got the go ahead for surgery turns out it was only to see the plastic surgeon) that referal will take another couple weeks. So we should know late June or early July if I can do this. Please pray this goes threw. My back has only gotten worse since losing weight. (I thought it would get better)  but losing 55 lbs did nothing for my boobs. They are still the same size. I am ALOT more top heavy now. We also need this done before we move other wise I will have to restart the processes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3596641702143064756?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3596641702143064756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3596641702143064756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3596641702143064756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3596641702143064756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/plastic-surgery.html' title='Plastic Surgery'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1676327795621896757</id><published>2009-05-28T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:21:18.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Wife</title><content type='html'>Being an army wife isnt easy. Your soldier works LONG hours, Everyday is different then the last, one day he could be right there beside you and the next in a country so very far away. The first few days/weeks you live by the phone and computer afraid to go out, because you know the moment you do you will miss that very important call/IM from him. If you do miss that call you heart sinks, you beat yourself up about leaving, you sit, wait, pray, and hope he will IM or call you again soon. You wonder how your going to do it without your best friend and husband by your side. But you take it one day at a time. Even though you feel like time is standing still, time is still going by. Holdiays, Birthdays, Anniversarys still happen. You put on a smile for the kids but deep down inside your heart broken because your husband isnt there to be apart of those memories and moments. You never get a break or time for you there is always something to do, someoen to take care of. Once a routine is established with your soldier being online/calling. When that routine is broken your scared and worried. Praying that everything is okay. You live for that IM and Phone Call. Its what keeps you going. You treasure the moments and time you are able to be with your soldier even if they are short. The saying absences makes the heart grow fonder...so true. Your marriage is tested each time they are away but in the end we come out stronger then we went in. I love my soldier and I am so proud to be his wife threw thick and thin, no matter what life brings we can over come it as long as we are together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1676327795621896757?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1676327795621896757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1676327795621896757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1676327795621896757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1676327795621896757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/05/army-wife.html' title='Army Wife'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-85926691575987349</id><published>2009-04-26T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:32:36.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise</title><content type='html'>one of these days I will come back on here and update with pictures, ect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am not doing so good physically. I am pretty sure most of my problems are a result to the birth control I am on. I am going to the dr. on the 30th and pray she will be able to remove it and not send me to an OB to have it removed. I am hoping once this is removed my body will return to normal. I plan on getting on another form of birth control before Drew comes home (looking like he will be home in June some time) so the sooner I get this removed the sooner I can get on something else. Note for anyone ready the Implanon is the worst birth control I have ever been on. When you read the side effects beware that you will end up with alot of them and they are not temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a list of 17-18 side effects that can occur I have 10 of those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-85926691575987349?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/85926691575987349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=85926691575987349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/85926691575987349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/85926691575987349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-promise.html' title='I promise'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-792313839138231205</id><published>2009-04-18T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:04:26.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Well life has been full of ups and downs since I last posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;R was simply AMAZING! We had so much fun and it was so great to be a family again. We went to Great Wolf Lodge, shoping, took a trip to the San Antonio Zoo, but most of all spent time as a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying Good bye was the hardest. For a couple weeks after he left I wanted to do nothing and just mooped around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie just had her 4th birthday :) She is getting so big! While Drew was home we gave her her birthday present from us which was a trampoline. she loves it! Daddy taught her to do flips on it before he left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie saw the ENT yesterday and is having tubes put in her ears in late May (soonest appt. they have, got to love the military health care) Dr. said her ears were clear yesterday but today she woke up with a high fever and despit alternating tylenol and motrin every few hours she is still running a fever and the only time she runs high fevers is when she has ear infections. So we may be in the ER tonight or tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well got to run will post more later with pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-792313839138231205?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/792313839138231205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=792313839138231205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/792313839138231205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/792313839138231205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5347242963471799872</id><published>2009-02-26T18:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:38:10.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Happy :)</title><content type='html'>I am happy to Say that Yesterday the girls and I drove down to Dallas to pick up Drew at the airport. Yep that is right he is finally home! He was about the 6th soldier off the plane of 200 soldier coming hone for R&amp;amp;R. Kenzie wasnt sure what to do, Drew kneeled down and asked for a hug she looked at me and then back to him and wraper her arms really tight around his neck and huged him. She was so happy. Kylie just kept stareing at him not sure what to think. We had a 3hour drive back home and the girls were VERY quite for the first hour or so. But then they started warming up and by the time we were nearing home they were both in giggles. It was so nice to hear those little laughs coming from the back seat as they were so happy. Kenzie is still 100% daddys little girl. OMG she is clung to him every chance she gets. I think have heard daddy look, daddy watch 100 time already. She wants all her daddys attention. If I sit next to him she is jumping on the other side of him....lol Its the small things that mean alot. Today we went to the px I was holding Kylies hand, kylie was holding Kenzies hand, kenzie was holding daddys hand. I had a huge smile on my face. :) Well just wanted to post a quick update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5347242963471799872?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5347242963471799872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5347242963471799872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5347242963471799872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5347242963471799872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-happy.html' title='Very Happy :)'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3459341451657997834</id><published>2009-02-24T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:05:04.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>Today was my angels due date. I cant say its been an easy day. I am tired, stressed, and heart broken. Kenzie is at school, Kylie is napping, and I am sitting here all alone crying. I havent heard from my husband since Sunday morning. He is on his way home for R&amp;amp;R. Right now I have no clue where he is or when he will be home. I jsut really want/need him home. I didnt think I would take it as hard as I am, this deployment has been very rough. Especially the past month or so. If I was still pregnant my husband would of already been home, because the army would of made sure of it. But now that I am not they could care less when he makes it back. its not fair in any way shape or form. RIP sweet baby you were so wanted, so loved, and are missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3459341451657997834?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3459341451657997834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3459341451657997834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3459341451657997834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3459341451657997834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-baby.html' title='Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1409548378764308957</id><published>2009-02-21T18:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:20:01.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was not ready for this</title><content type='html'>This afternoon after the kids I was watch went home. I decided to Jump in the shower before Kylie got up from her nap. As it was getting to be about that time. I was in the shower less the 20 minutes. I walk out the door. Kylies door is open, Kylie is NOT in her crib, I heard her down stairs with kenzie (who was suppose to be on the couch watching Barney). I go down there and bring both girls back upstairs. Ask Kenzie how Kylie got out of her Crib. She said she climbed out. So I stuck Kylie in her crib and sure enough the little monkey climbed back out. I figure Kylie opened her door (it doesnt shut all the way) and went down the stairs. But it came out later that Kenzie went in Kylies room and thats why Kylie came out and climbed out and they went down stiars together. Little shits. So I headed to Toys R Us and got a baby gate to block off the hallway going towards the stairs. I converted her crib to a toddler bed and put a railing on it so she doesnt fall out. My baby is getting so big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1409548378764308957?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1409548378764308957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1409548378764308957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1409548378764308957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1409548378764308957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-not-ready-for-this.html' title='I was not ready for this'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-2390631865861236377</id><published>2009-02-18T19:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:17:25.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Love bears all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Believes all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hopes all things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Endures all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:7-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-2390631865861236377?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2390631865861236377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=2390631865861236377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2390631865861236377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2390631865861236377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-bears-all-things-believes-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5331943821645653923</id><published>2009-02-18T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:22:07.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Taken advantage of</title><content type='html'>Okay My friend M is really irrating me. I watched her kids over night on the 6th of this month. So they could do things for the youngests party. Well they didnt do anything so I watched them for no reason appearently. I have watched them alot during the day so they they could go to lunch, get tattos, ect.. They are never on time picking them up, ect.. Well I was suppose to watch then this past Friday but her dh ended up having duty. She asked if I would watch them Saturday Overnight. I said thats fine I didnt have any plans. Well I texted her friday night telling her I didnt think I could watch them saturday because I wasnt feeling good. Saturday afternoon she calls and still asks if I could watch them? Are you serious? I have the flu taking care of my 2 kids is hard enough and you want me to still watch your 3? You know I am sick and you want your kids here? WTH? I told her NO, its woul dhave only been a couple hours but you know in that couple hours I would have had to feed 5 kids, listen to them fight, tattle, and not listen. Her kids are all out brats lately and dont listen. She even admits they are being brats at home and not listening to her or there dad. Yesterday she asked if I would take them this friday overnight. I agreed because I do feel bad about cancling last weekend even though I couldnt prevent it. So I will be watching them late afternoon friday till probably late afternoon Saturday. Today she calls me and asks if I can baby sit for her this afternoon. What do I have door mat written on my face? I am busy and have stuff to do my husband will be home soon. This afternoon I plan on going grocery shopping before kenzie gets out of school that way I only have Kylie to worry abotu at the store (it goes alot faster with 1..lol) So I told her no. I know she was mad but I dont care at this point I think she is taking advantage of me at this point. Sorry just need to vent some&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5331943821645653923?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5331943821645653923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5331943821645653923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5331943821645653923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5331943821645653923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-taken-advantage-of.html' title='Getting Taken advantage of'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7812977339374496978</id><published>2009-02-17T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:07:51.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More about the last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Wall Words Mentioned in the last post, its something Drew and I have always said/done when we are together, that and never go to bed mad at each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303890065384832674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz6cr8fqI/AAAAAAAAALA/VVtZPMN2Y8M/s400/Wall+Words+12-15-09+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday we went to the Outlets to get the girls new bathing suits for when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Drew is home on R&amp;amp;R. I love the tops especially for the sun here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in Tx less skin showing=less skin that can be burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzies bathing Suit &amp;amp; matching Sandels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303890054135597650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz5yx6ylI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bl69k2tilEY/s400/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+003+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz6dS78oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Z3N5Uegc6p4/s1600-h/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+004+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303890065548374658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz6dS78oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Z3N5Uegc6p4/s400/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+004+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylies bathing suit...couldnt find her size in the&lt;br /&gt;sandles but I will get her some little crocs or something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz54dyTwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SQJqnjKo49s/s1600-h/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+002+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303890055661768450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz54dyTwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SQJqnjKo49s/s400/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+002+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz56HVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bv5-EZox8G4/s1600-h/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+001+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303890056104461170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz56HVQ3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bv5-EZox8G4/s400/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7812977339374496978?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7812977339374496978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7812977339374496978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7812977339374496978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7812977339374496978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-about-last-post.html' title='More about the last post'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsz6cr8fqI/AAAAAAAAALA/VVtZPMN2Y8M/s72-c/Wall+Words+12-15-09+001+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-9076883830606614348</id><published>2009-02-17T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:59:13.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house is clean Kenzies at school, Kylies taking a nap, laundry is done. I sit here bored. I have been working really hard getting things in order for R&amp;amp;R. I have hung pictures in the living room, put up wall words in Drew &amp;amp; I's bedroom. Girls Rooms are clean, bath rooms clean, wall washed, lol Its been nice my spring cleaning is done :) LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888056471488322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsyFg5rh0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/H1clEMi4Tjg/s320/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+009+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888061695228930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsyF0XHfAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3SExRiGqe6U/s320/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+007+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888061817028418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsyF00J_0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/uipPR3rUcS4/s320/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+008+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888056324028962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsyFgWheiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q6RmIoGRcAA/s320/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+010+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-9076883830606614348?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/9076883830606614348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=9076883830606614348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/9076883830606614348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/9076883830606614348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZsyFg5rh0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/H1clEMi4Tjg/s72-c/02-16-09+girls+bathing+suits+009+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-6475230456549578</id><published>2009-02-16T10:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:53:11.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is expanding</title><content type='html'>We have one adorable Niece already, she has a little bother or sister on the way this coming Fall. Yesterday I found out my sister is engaged! The guy she is with has 2 little girls ages 2 &amp;amp; 4. So by the end of the year it looks like we will have a brother in law, 2 nieces, and a new little niece or nephew. :) I just wish we were closer to family. We hope that can change in the couple years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-6475230456549578?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6475230456549578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=6475230456549578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6475230456549578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6475230456549578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-is-expanding.html' title='Family is expanding'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4440405122361043095</id><published>2009-02-12T17:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:29:55.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shes Happy!</title><content type='html'>Kenzies New Booster Seat for the car came today! She is very excited to have a "Big Girl Seat" (her words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302056871457116434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZSwohIe0RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pOrL1v7uT6Q/s400/02-12-09+Big+Girl+Booster+006+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302056873120179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZSwonU_I7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/TCB4zvzydb4/s400/02-12-09+Big+Girl+Booster+008+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302056874571230802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZSwosu8blI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gEtrzRooMwE/s400/02-12-09+Big+Girl+Booster+013+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4440405122361043095?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4440405122361043095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4440405122361043095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4440405122361043095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4440405122361043095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-happy.html' title='Shes Happy!'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SZSwohIe0RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pOrL1v7uT6Q/s72-c/02-12-09+Big+Girl+Booster+006+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-6657384485311518283</id><published>2009-02-10T07:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:37:47.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited &amp; Nervous</title><content type='html'>With R&amp;amp;R roughly 13 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;away I am filled with so many emotions mostly excited and nervous. Its been so long since we have last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The girls are so much bigger and have changed so much. Last time Drew saw Kenzie she was still a little girl. Now she is in school and has grown so much! She talks ALOT more and is speaking clearly. She says the funniest things. This past Sunday Morning she said to me That her tummy was hiding in her foot because she didnt want to eat...lol  Kylie she was bearly 1yo when Drew last saw her and now she is almost 19months old. She talks so much more and she has more teeth...lol Both girls love there Daddy dearly. Each night they get tucked into bed with a picture of them with dad and a stuffed animal that Dad gave them before he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed both physically and mentally. I have lost 50lbs since may last year, Last time he saw me I was a size 18+ pants and I am currently wearing a 12 but they are starting to fall off so I am pretty sure I could wear a 10. Mentally I have grown alot over the past 7 months. Shortly after Drew left I went to Vegas to visit family which turned into a nightmare. But that nightmare made me grow as a person. I am stronger and for the first time stood up to my grandparents. Suffering the misscarriage changed me. I still think about our baby that we lost. As the time gets closer to our due date I get sad. its going to be bitter sweet because Drew is coming home on R&amp;amp;R right around the due date. I know god has a plan for us and I am trying to go along with it whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Drew has changed. He has seen stuff over there and had stuff happen to him that he cant even talk about on the phone. On R&amp;amp;R we will finally be able to talk about stuf like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;R should be fun. From the sounds of it Drew might be getting his cast off right before he comes home on R&amp;amp;R or about a week into R&amp;amp;R. So we may be able to go to GreatWolf Lodge after all. Which would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you can say a prayer of safe travel for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-6657384485311518283?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6657384485311518283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=6657384485311518283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6657384485311518283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6657384485311518283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/excited-nervous.html' title='Excited &amp; Nervous'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7315114361845284407</id><published>2009-02-08T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:50:44.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylies 1st Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Kylie got her Very 1st Haircut on Sunday Feb. 1st 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484558926266802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SY8an4g-QbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tQpBPCJszdc/s400/02-01-09+Kylies+1st+haircut+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was not happy about it^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SY8aoJIwkxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U1U-p0RJBSI/s1600-h/02-01-09+Kylies+1st+haircut+002+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484563388109586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SY8aoJIwkxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U1U-p0RJBSI/s400/02-01-09+Kylies+1st+haircut+002+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we done yet^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484564164098418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SY8aoMBxOXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a6KLt8cfCrg/s400/02-01-09+Kylies+1st+haircut+003+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Smiles at home^Front View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484566267611314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SY8aoT3SSLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rMiMph4vURA/s400/02-01-09+Kylies+1st+haircut+005+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back View No more Maulet^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7315114361845284407?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7315114361845284407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7315114361845284407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7315114361845284407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7315114361845284407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/kylies-1st-haircut.html' title='Kylies 1st Haircut'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SY8an4g-QbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tQpBPCJszdc/s72-c/02-01-09+Kylies+1st+haircut+001+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5922765601840182331</id><published>2009-02-06T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:59:27.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it poors</title><content type='html'>Okay Well yesterday after Kylie got up from her nap I went digging into the storage closet upstairs for the 24month spring/summer clothes as it was warm outside. Well I was standing on one of the big storage tuperwears and was almost to the storage bin I wanted wehn the one I was standing in caved and my foot went in. My foot bi passed the lid pretty much traping my foot. I managed to un trap it and scoot on my butt down stairs with Kylie. Called my friend M because I was in pain couldnt walk on it and it was swelling. M picked me up and we went to get Kenzie from school (M didnt know where Kenzies school was located) as its in the next town over. So after we get kenzie she droped me off at the ER. 6 hours later and about 10 x-rays I have a sever sprain and brusied foot/ankle.  The put me in a semi cast and I am to follow up with my Dr. on Wed. Well I must say trying to take care of 2 kids and going up and down stairs is not easy when one foot is not usable. I tossed and turned all night couldnt get comfy and the semi cast was hurting. As the edges that are at my knee are sharp and were cutting and scrapping me. So I had to take it off and just wraped my ankle in a ace bandage. It feels better today then it did yesterday but its still pretty swallon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5922765601840182331?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5922765601840182331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5922765601840182331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5922765601840182331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5922765601840182331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-it-rains-it-poors.html' title='When it rains it poors'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-431011144167706798</id><published>2009-02-05T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:34:20.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Been Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Okay so life has been completly crazy lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie went to the dr last week for her toe. She had a sore on it, I kept an eye on it it was healing. No sooner that one cleared up she got another one and it was hurting her. So I took her to the dr. The dr blind sighted me saying he wanted to check her for diabities. She needed to fast, ect.. So the following morning I took her to the lab for the test. Well the dr (aka idot) only order a reg. blood panel she didnt need to fast or anything for. Grrr So the next day we get the results her glocouse is good but her potassium and chloride (salt) were hight but he wasnt concerned. Ummm?????????? So she had her 18month check up yesterday. I brought up my concerns with her dr. and she ordered a UA and had more blood drawn. We are awaiting the test results. Kylie is 23lbs and 32 1/2 in. She is my little one. She is in the 50% for height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew where to start with him. LOL (I love you) last week he was working on a truck. Someone frogot to set the brake or something and the truck started rolling backwards. Well Drew tried to get in the truck and stop it. In the process ended up crushing his hand. He was med flighted off his camp to a larger base "over there" He broke some bones in his hand and the swelling was pretty substatnal. They were not sure if he would need surgery to fix it or not so it was a waiting game. Here it is a week later and he got his cast put on today :) No surgery needed. R&amp;amp;R is about 18 days away at this point. He should be headed back to his camp soon for about a week and then will start on his journey back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ky just got up write more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-431011144167706798?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/431011144167706798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=431011144167706798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/431011144167706798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/431011144167706798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-been-crazy.html' title='Lifes Been Crazy!'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3660839417121681880</id><published>2009-01-26T09:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:19:15.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>i found this song about a month ago.......I LOVE IT! It describes my life perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div id="Title" style="font:bold 13px verdana;width:320px; text-align:center;"&gt;Music Video:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a class="hov" style="display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px" &lt;br /&gt;    href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/r/roxie_dean/a_soldiers_wife-3.html" target="_blank"&gt;A Soldiers Wife by (Roxie Dean) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gzv00v5UojI&amp;rel=1&amp;autoplay=1&amp;autostart=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="autoplay=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="play" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gzv00v5UojI&amp;rel=1&amp;autoplay=1&amp;autostart=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300" loop="false"  flashvars="autoStart=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://216.180.244.187" target=_blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Music Video Code by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3660839417121681880?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3660839417121681880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3660839417121681880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3660839417121681880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3660839417121681880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/01/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1232237703642042431</id><published>2009-01-25T07:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:38:01.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO HAPPY</title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now! Drew called today which may not seem so exciting to you but lately he has been so busy on missions, ect... that we havent had time to talk. We have talked a whole 4 times (including today) this month. and 1 of those times it was only about 2 minutes before the line droped. So we were able to talk about things going on, the girls, how we are, ect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew (so proud of you) Is now the Motor Sgt. For the camp he is at. This is huge for him filling that spot. He wont be going on anymore mission which makes me feel like I can breath. Those missions scare me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;R is less then a month away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1232237703642042431?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1232237703642042431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1232237703642042431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1232237703642042431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1232237703642042431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-happy.html' title='SO HAPPY'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3794839878191125025</id><published>2009-01-19T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:30:20.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>prioritizing</title><content type='html'>Something I really need to work on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been hanging out with my friend M alot and helped her alot unpacking and getting her house together for when her husband came home from a 15 month deployment. In that I started slacking on my house because by the end of the day I was just to tired. Our routine at home has been gone for the past 2 weeks and I that seems to of thrown the girls off. Both girls are acting out, Kenzie in particular. So I need to prioritize here and things. I have been working really hard this past week to get my house back in order and get the girls back on there schedual and in a routine again. I have realised my kids NEED a routine. I know once Drew is home on R&amp;R there routine will be slacked on a bit but I think the pros will out way the cons in that situation. It feels great though to have my house back in order again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3794839878191125025?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3794839878191125025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3794839878191125025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3794839878191125025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3794839878191125025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/01/prioritizing.html' title='prioritizing'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7263361364100012535</id><published>2009-01-18T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:20:40.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/09/0997c506d35d6a0cb2e966ac4e271639.gif" border="0" alt="MyHotComments.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/45010"&gt;MyHotComments&lt;/a&gt; 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Pictures, emailing family, ect... I am sorry. Life has been crazy busy and doesnt seem to be letting up anytime soon! I have been helping my Freind M out, we switch off on watching each other kids (she has 3). So we get some free time to do things without little ones running around.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Drew will be on R&amp;amp;R in about 5 weeks and we can not wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When R&amp;amp;R hits will be about 7 1/2 months since we have seen each other. Communication between Drew and I has been slim the past 1 1/2 months. Which really hurts but thats part of the military. Its not that we dont want to talk. But he has been on lots of missions and working late nights alot lately. The past couple days I have been stressed out about our relationship, I have been feeling like a hippo is sitting on my chest and have been feeling so neauseas the past 2 days to the point I was physically getting sick and couldnt sleep. Today he called it was the first time we talked on the phone in 2 weeks. OMG the Hippo has been lifted. I can breath and I dont feel so sick anymore. It is scarey having someone you love so much so far away and you dont hear from him for days, weeks on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very commited to each other. The Love is there and has been since we meet in 2002. As a couple we havent been a priority since we had kids. We had the girls and they have consumed our lives and we love them very much, and if it wasnt the girls it would be the Army, they know when every special date is and you are never together for that. We havent been on a real date Since December 2006! We are making us a priority we need to reconnect as a couple. Before he left for this deployment we knew it was going to be hard but never imagined it would be this hard. So to a new year with new outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a doctors appt to go on birth control and check lab work I had done for my PCOS. I had the Implanon placed in and OMG that hurt so much more then I thought it would. It is inserted into your upper arm. Today my arm is all balck and blue and is so sore.  The IUD hurt far less then this did. But I wanted a something I wouldnt have to worry about taking pills daily, would last for a long time, and wouldnt fall out...lol We still want atleast 1 more baby but the time isnt right now. maybe in another 1-2 years. My Lab work all came back normal so I dont have to be on any extra meds. I am finally taking care of my medical needs. my next set of things to do is to make a doctors appt for my back pain, check the curve in my spine, and see about getting a breast reduction. I also need to go to the denist as do the girls of for there check ups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1165870052483330368?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1165870052483330368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1165870052483330368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1165870052483330368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1165870052483330368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-been-busy.html' title='Lifes been Busy'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5190773444692090464</id><published>2009-01-13T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:44:16.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was our monthly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRG&lt;/span&gt; meeting we got Good News and Bad News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good News is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drews&lt;/span&gt; unit is NO longer on a 15month tour, they are down to 12 and are expected home in June/July!!! There had been "talk" of this for months now but yesterday was the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; news and it came from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;battalion&lt;/span&gt; commander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drew is expected home Next month for his R&amp;amp;R! We were planing on going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Corpus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; for a few days but threw a friend found a resort place only a few hours away. It has a water park, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;... We cant wait to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for the bad News. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;battalion&lt;/span&gt; commander who just came from Washington informed us that the unit is in the worst area in both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;countries&lt;/span&gt;. In the 1st 100 days of the deployment we lost 17 soldiers and had 100+ wounded, as of now we have lost 25-30 soldiers (1 died on R&amp;amp;R in a car accident). As of right now the fighting is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;minimal&lt;/span&gt; because of weather so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of terrorist have retreated back, but once the snow clears things will pick up again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind saying good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;, prayers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;... for the unit I am sure they could all use it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5190773444692090464?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5190773444692090464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5190773444692090464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5190773444692090464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5190773444692090464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-and-bad-news.html' title='Good and Bad News'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3261281450051769456</id><published>2009-01-06T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:20:10.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>been awhile</title><content type='html'>Okay so its been awhile since I lasted posted. Things have been busy since Kenzies been out for christmas break. She just went back to school today and was very thrilled to be going. Although Kylie was NOT happy about having to get up and out the door. She needs to get back in a routine again. I have been busy helping a friend unpack and prepare for her husband homcoming after being "over there" for 15 months the time has finally come. Her husband is a close friend of Drew and I. Him and Drew where in the same unit back in Germany, and he helped both of us out alot when we got there. We have made 3 signs to hang at the gate entrances, 4 signs to hold (she has 3 kids, plus Kenzie), Welcome home shirts for the kids, ordered balloons (I ordered Drews welcome home balloons too, early I know) , I took her kids to the park and took pictures of them to hang on the wall, I have to say they turned out pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as for Us Now. Drew is doing good. Contact has been limited now because he no longer has internet there. There service went down at the end of Nov. and They just got a new service provider and they want to charge $200 a month per soldier to have internet in the rooms. Drew told them  to shove it up there a**. LOL We were paying $100 a month before it went down. They are robbing soldiers charging that much for internet access. IMO the internet service should be free for all soldiers over there serving our country. There phone service is shitty too. The phones hardly ever work and they cut off at any given moment. never knowing when I am going to here from him again is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie is growing and growing! I swear this kid is going to be a giant at the rate she is going. She has been having issues with her pants. going too low when she sits, bends down , ect.. you end up seeing 1/2 her butt and its not cause they are too big. So I took her shopping and got a whole bunch of Dresses for school (she was thrilled). She is wearing a size 5-6 little girls!!!!!!!!!!!! She isnt even 4 and is as big as 5-6 year olds. I had to buy her all new underwear, ect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie is doing good. Still in 18-24 months. She is still a picky eater...lol Oh and she is teathing like there is no tomarrow. She is working on cutting 8 teeth. All 4 molars and eye teeth. BOY does that make for a clingy cranky baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing good cant seem to shake this darn cough. I have had it since the begining of Nov! It doesnt help that the weather is completly crazy. last week its was in the 70-80s, one day it was 83 and the girls were in shorts and sun dresses. yesterday it was cold 32 degrees and raining there were icicles hanging from trees, traffic lights, ect.. BRRRR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;R is just around the corner we have a tennitive date and cant wait!!! Feb. Cant come fast enough! Although right now I am torn between a decision as to go on birth control or not. We would love to have another baby but at the same time we would love to pay off our credit card. plus I think there will be big time issues with Kylie if I did have another baby. She is such a mamas girls. I cant hold Kenzie or any other child without her coming over crying and screaming for me to pick her up... but I know that may only get worse as she gets older too. decisions decisions.. HELP I wish someone would just tell me what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3261281450051769456?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3261281450051769456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3261281450051769456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3261281450051769456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3261281450051769456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2009/01/been-awhile.html' title='been awhile'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3708261790891810888</id><published>2008-12-13T19:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:33:57.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture with Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Took the girls to see Santa today! Kenzie was totally excited and couldnt wait. She asked Santa for a Puppy. LOL Kylie well the picture tells all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279452846355084194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SURiZFtrc6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lFtA9Mr1qP8/s400/12-13-08+Pic+With+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3708261790891810888?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3708261790891810888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3708261790891810888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3708261790891810888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3708261790891810888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-with-santa.html' title='Picture with Santa'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SURiZFtrc6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lFtA9Mr1qP8/s72-c/12-13-08+Pic+With+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-811836149430948724</id><published>2008-12-05T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:16:47.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>That seems to be me lately. There is always something that needs to be done. I feel exhausted. I put up some decorations out side and I put the tree up this week. No decoration on it yet. maybe in another week or so. the girls are doing good. Kylie seems to be talking alot more today she said, "Yes" She has been doing the shake her head Yes but today she said it. :) She has mastered saying NO...lol Wonder what little girl she got that from. haha Kenzie is doing good. She still loves school. She is also talking more and alot more clearly. She has come so far already. She is very much looking forward to Christmas. She saw Santa early this week at School and asked him for.......A Puppy. She so wants a puppy but thats not going to happen right now. If you ask her what she wants for christmas she will tell you a puppy. In the Mall here there is a pet store we HAVE to go in there if we are there because she wants to see the puppys. She also knows that at petsmart they have dogs (on weekends they have adoptions for dogs there) so she crys when we dont go in. I told her she has to talk to Daddy when he is on R&amp;amp;R. Speaking of which is a little over 2 months away! There are days where I blink and the day is gone and then there are days that drag on forever. I have LOTS of New Pictures of the girls to upload and will soon...I hope. We have a Christmas party tomarrow with the unit FRGs. So I am making cake balls for that...I have burned my fingers from the steam of the hot water...ouch. I will take Pictures so you all can see what they look like.  I am exhausted lately. I think my Iron is low, need to make a doctors appt but keep forgeting. Got a stupid citation yesterday because my garbage can was left out on the curb for longer then they like apperently. Well Darn it I would of moved it had it had wheels! somehow when they picked up my trash on Tuesday the wheels went too. Not sure how it happened but I called Wed. and they came and fixed it yesterday. Glad it was just a citation and not a fine...which if it was I would have fought...lol Drew is doing good as far as I know. He is on a mission so I havent talked to him since monday or tuesday and was getting pretty worried but she shot me an email this morning saying he was on a mission and could call me when he got back. But I have no clue when that will be. Well got to go make more cake balls will post pictures this weekend.....hopefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-811836149430948724?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/811836149430948724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=811836149430948724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/811836149430948724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/811836149430948724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1611822832790494823</id><published>2008-11-24T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:25:04.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>Seriously Pissed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after picking up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt; from school I had some errands to run. As I was heading home I went under the over past and was preparing to turn left to get on the highway. Well I seen 3 teenagers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; along the side (not somewhere anyone should be walking) well I figured they would stop as my light was green and I was driving (I was doing about 20 mph) and just as I start to turn and am the middle of the turn and intersection they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; out in front of me, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even look. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slammed&lt;/span&gt; on my brakes and horn, the car behind me slammed on there brakes and I heard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;screeching&lt;/span&gt; of there tires. The fucking teenagers look at me like I am a complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; and flip me the bird. UGH! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is wrong with teenagers?? They could of been hit, I could of been hit by the car behind me (I am sure they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; me to put on my breaks like I did) I I was hit those teens would of been hearing an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ear full&lt;/span&gt; from me. I am sorry but he are going to be reckless with your life fine but you cause injury weather intentional or not you will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teenagers are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; reckless and stupid and have no regard for anyone around them. Sorry I had to vent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1611822832790494823?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1611822832790494823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1611822832790494823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1611822832790494823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1611822832790494823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5465731753147588480</id><published>2008-11-22T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:36:49.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Healthy</title><content type='html'>Is my goal. I have so many medical problems that I have let go and havent done follow ups on. I have been so focused on the girls and have totally let myself go. I am not proud of that. Both girls have had there share of drs visits and being sick. Kenzie with her lose joints, Kylie with reflux and now allergies. I swear it feels like they are always sick and we live at the doctors. So far this month alone between the girls and I we have gone to the drs atleast 10 times in this month alone. But both seem to be okay at the moment...knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I go next month to the gyno to talk about getting on Birth Control. I want to get Implanon so we shall see. But I really want to talk to her about PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome) I was diagnosed with this at 13. I was treated from then till I was 19. At which time I stoped taking the medicine when I found out I was pregnant. I have yet to talk to any dr about this condition. Well in light of everything I did some research. OMG I can not believe everything I have been going threw the past 4 years has been linked to this. The weight is a big one. I had no idea. Also thinking of it as soon as I stoped the meds I gained weight. Over the past 4 I had gained 75lbs! I didnt really change my diet either. I have since lost 40lbs but I pretty much stick to a diet to do it. I cant wait to talk to a dr about getting back on meds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I have is Scoliosis. When I was getting the epidural with Kylie I was told I had a curve (Scoliosis) in my spine. Which lead to complications with the epidural. But I have yet to see a dr about this. It effects me daily but I have lived with the pain. Well Monday Morning I will be calling to make a appt. to my PCM to see about getting a referal to a specialist to see what can be done about this. I am also wanting to talk about getting a breast reduction. As I know I have alot of strain put on my shoulders/back/neck from the weight oh my chest. (my girls are doomed in this area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared about what doctors will say and I hate being looked at and examined....scarey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5465731753147588480?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5465731753147588480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5465731753147588480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5465731753147588480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5465731753147588480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-healthy.html' title='Getting Healthy'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8496417455267481343</id><published>2008-11-21T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:30:37.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes #8</title><content type='html'>8 teeth for Kylie that is. She has had 7 teeth for ever now, I can see a bottom one next to her front teeth popping through. I can also see her 1yr molars under her gums. Finally! Its so different and hard feeding her compared to Kenzie. At 1 kenzie had ALL her teeth including her molars. She had her 2 yr molars aroung 18-20 months. Kylie still doesnt eat meat, I give it to her and she will put it in her mouth and take it back out...lol So maybe her having molars will help..maybe. She is a picky one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8496417455267481343?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8496417455267481343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8496417455267481343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8496417455267481343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8496417455267481343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-comes-8.html' title='Here comes #8'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3414546547880713242</id><published>2008-11-21T19:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:38:14.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Black Friday is this coming friday...I just saw walmarts ad and It is the best ad out there so far. They have 2 Big Items I want to get the girls even though they arent christmas presents but they are Birthday Presents (yeah I plan ahead...lol) We have decided to get kenzie a tramopline this coming year for her birthday. Walmarts black friday ad has a 12ft trampoline with safety net for $140 thats an awesome deal and they have the power wheels jeep we want to get Kylie for her 2nd birthday on sale for $88 normally $199.97...I am not going to be out there at the at midnight waiting.lol I will probably go in the morning when we are up and lets pray they still have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3414546547880713242?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3414546547880713242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3414546547880713242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3414546547880713242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3414546547880713242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4643975095465008227</id><published>2008-11-11T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:34:32.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Veterans Day to the Soldiers in the past and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think last Veterans Day it really sunk in that my Husband who was 22 yo at the time was considered a Veteran. Umm Weird because until them I always had seen/pictured Veterans as Old people like my grandpa. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Veterans Day MySpace Comments and Graphics" href="http://www.satisfaction.com/codes/veterans-day-comments-1.php"&gt;&lt;img alt="Veterans Day MySpace Comments and Graphics" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u83/jst8761/vdy/v0709.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Veterans Day Drew! We Love and Miss You! Stay Safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4643975095465008227?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4643975095465008227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4643975095465008227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4643975095465008227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4643975095465008227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u83/jst8761/vdy/th_v0709.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-109710655945830445</id><published>2008-11-06T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:00:06.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Privacy</title><content type='html'>UGH! Okay so on Halloween while out trick or treating Kenzie right eye started to get swallon and green goop was coming out. Saturday Morning it was 1/2 swallon shut and she said it hurt. I took her into the walk in Clinic. Doctor said it was a bacterial infection and put her on antibiotic eye drops said to bring her back if she got worse. Well that night she started running a fever. Sunday we went back to the walk in clinic and she had a sever sinus infection and her fever was 103. So they gave her an antibiotic shot (didnt go over to well with her) and oral antibiotic meds. She was much better was wed. and went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I started getting sick with a sinus infection and now that is gone. But my throat is so sore and I am geting a cough...UGH! Not what I need right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Kylie started coughing again and runny nose, today it got worse called to get her in yeah right no appts. Tonight before bed she had a fever of 1o1. So hopefully I can get her in tomarrow. If Not and she is worse then ER here we come. If she is doing a bit better or the same we will go to the walk in clinic on Sat. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats why I have been MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I sewed Drew a privacy curtain for his bed. Yeah the guys get sick of each other...LOL Its a curtain he can hang all around his bunk so no one can see in and blocks out the light durning the day if he needs to sleepit only took 2 1/2 hours. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doing much better since he moved. He is with His guys and isnt pulling guard 3-4 times a day I think he is only pulling it twice a week now. So its much better for him he is able to get the rest he needs/deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now I need to hit the sack...its late (okay its only 9pm) but I am beat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-109710655945830445?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/109710655945830445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=109710655945830445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/109710655945830445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/109710655945830445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-privacy.html' title='Sick &amp; Privacy'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5001024539251126732</id><published>2008-11-05T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:28:00.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking into the Future</title><content type='html'>Drew and I talked today about important things. We both agreed we are going to hold off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TTC&lt;/span&gt; for awhile. I am sad but know its for the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Financially&lt;/span&gt;. We Love spoiling the girls and going out and doing things and right now adding another baby into the mix would strain us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;financially&lt;/span&gt;. We have a Credit Card and want to pay that off before we think about adding another little one to our family. So Next week I go for that dreaded Yearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and am Hoping to get on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Implanon&lt;/span&gt; which lasts for 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5001024539251126732?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5001024539251126732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5001024539251126732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5001024539251126732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5001024539251126732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-into-future.html' title='Looking into the Future'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8232934737040815931</id><published>2008-10-28T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:31:07.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/ba/bae02e4ad85e234dbb13062585a61444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/52/52159ac5321e19a7644415155242b1dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8232934737040815931?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8232934737040815931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8232934737040815931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8232934737040815931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8232934737040815931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7221946802717221836</id><published>2008-10-28T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:49:08.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like</title><content type='html'>I feel Like a bobin you know the ones you fish with. I feel like I just got my head above the water with the whole housing issue. Only today to log onto my checking account online and see a fraud charge. Its not for a small amount either. Our car payment hasnt gone through yet (1st payment) and its been 11 days last thursday I called and they said it had gone threw but the bank wasnt showing it. So I have to call about that dont need my car being reposed over a mistake on someones part. Just when things starting working out and I feel comfortable. I get draged back under the water. It sucks, so now my debit card is canceled which leaves me with no cash. Glad I have a credit card (even though we are trying to pay it off) just in case. I used the last of my cash this morning to get some gadorade and bananas because Kenzie is sick. I want my life back, Since we have moved here its been total crazyness. The past 3 months have been the worst. The other day I was listening to the radio in the car and it was a country song and it says something about her driving baby in the back seat. She was going to fast hit some ice. She then throws her hands up and prays for Jeaus to take the wheel. Well I am throwing my hands up and hoping for him to show me the way because I feel so lost in all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7221946802717221836?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7221946802717221836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7221946802717221836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7221946802717221836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7221946802717221836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like.html' title='I feel like'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7024456127251492306</id><published>2008-10-26T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:35:41.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning, Cleaning, and More Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Thats what I have been doing pretty much all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night after the girls went to bed I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the front room&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Downstiars Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Hallway&lt;br /&gt;and laundry room&lt;br /&gt;Swept&lt;br /&gt;I washed the walls&lt;br /&gt;scrubed the baseboards and floors&lt;br /&gt;Washed and Dryed 90% of the laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned both girls closets and bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned the upstairs bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;Dug out some christmas stuff from the storage to send Drew&lt;br /&gt;Re organised the storage room&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned and organised my room.....still needs some work but ALOT better&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned my closet&lt;br /&gt;Master Bath&lt;br /&gt;Organised all the stuff I am getting rid of&lt;br /&gt;Fold/Hung up ALL the lauundry and put it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beat now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7024456127251492306?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7024456127251492306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7024456127251492306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7024456127251492306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7024456127251492306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleaning-cleaning-and-more-cleaning.html' title='Cleaning, Cleaning, and More Cleaning'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3912108251426683300</id><published>2008-10-25T07:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:14:31.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the End of the tunnel?</title><content type='html'>Or just a Flicker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call yesterday and they will be here Monday to start work on the floors and ceiling. I am excited and cant wait to get it all cleaned out and safe! Its so sold here in the mornings. Yesterday I went out and bought the girls some nice fleece warm cozy footed jammies so they wouldnt freeze. It doesnt matter how many blankets you give them they always end up sleeping on top of them...lol and there light weight pjs werent cutting it with no heat. Well thats the Update for now....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3912108251426683300?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3912108251426683300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3912108251426683300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3912108251426683300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3912108251426683300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the End of the tunnel?'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-6365729860856490905</id><published>2008-10-22T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:59:13.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Kylie Bug &amp; I Look what I found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday after noon I took Kylie to the doctors. We actaully seen 2 different doctors. 1 doctor and 1 resident. They were both awesome. The dr was very concerned with Kylie persistant cough (its been a month now). Kylie is now on allergy meds. Dr said to give those a week and if her cough doesnt improve or gets worse to bring her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that got me thinking was there anything I have done different this past month, ect.. change anything, ect... I light bulb went off in my head for the past month the heater has been getting turned on and off as needed. For the past week it was pretty much on every night (had it set so when the house got below 70 the heater would kick on). Well Kylies cough was always worse at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went in the Laundry room (where the heater unit is located) and looked around got a chair checked the whole in the ceiling where there was the water damage (there had been damage done before we moved in too). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thid is what I found..................MOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154181690678978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_SW9d1XsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b34m5YHdYZo/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+005+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154194060675922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_SXrjEi1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/IFTabM85JZ8/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+007+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154190978733138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_SXgER1FI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iMOunGLglEM/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+006+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154205393304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_SYVw-u0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_ZGGqLMLx2Q/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+008+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is right next to the heater unit...More mold and I cant view behind it but my guess is there is more mold. So obviously its not just where the water damage is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154207520893410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_SYdsPKeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wMeJGwV16GY/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+009+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as of right now I refuse to use the heater because IMO turning on the heater is just spreading more spores and making Kylie worse. Well nights are getting chilly so the girls got warm jammies on and an extra blanket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday Morning after I droped off Kenzie at school, I went to the community center and filed a report. The guy that helped me Called and told me someone would be out to look at it today (it was about 8am at that point) Well 2:20 came around and I had to go pick up Kenzie at school so I left a note on the door hoping they wouldnt come when I was gone. Well when I got home an hour later nothing. It was 3:30 so I called the matience line and the guy is telling me no one put a request in, ect.. and that the soonest someone could come out was Thursday. I was pretty livid and fustrated at this point. I kinda turned into a bitch. I hung up on him and called the guy at the community center I spoke with that morning and he said there was report in and gaveme the reference # and said he would call and see what was up. He called me back about 5 minutes later and told me someone would be out in about 15-20 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 4 minutes later there was a knock at the door. Matience! I showed him the damage in the laundry room along with the mold and explained my concern about the mold and heater. I then took him upstairs and showed him the bathroom floor. (2 posts down for whats up with that) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the Full bathroom Floor and Sub Floor need to be ripped out and replaced. The sub floor is indeed warping and starting to buckle. Well he asked to see the master bath (God my room was a mess as I am cleaning out the storage room and going through stuff...lol he asked if we just moved in because there was boxes everywhere) he said our bathroom floor and sub floor needs to be replaced as it is buckling. (the full bath and our bath share a wall) so the structure in our bath was damaged too. He turned off the full bathroom toilet just in case there was still a pipe leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He then got a special spray and cleaned up the ceiling and sprayed the mold in there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260159394449487138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_XGYgYdSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ay3sU1GfBnM/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+010+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The taken down and replaced&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay when can you do this? Well there are 15 other families in front of me before they get to me a time frame 3-4 weeks (knowing the army probably longer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later that evening the guy I was talking with this morning brough me a paper for the girls dr to file out so I can have the air in the house tested and he took pictures of what it looks like now (after all the clean up) So I offered to have pictures of the before printed. Okay well I read the paper if there PCM sees it neccisary for them to see a specialist for allergies then she/he can refer them (obisiously we now know Kylie is and would be, Kenzie has no signs of allergies or exposure) Once refered that dr can do its tests, ect.. and can request housing to have the air quality control test done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called today to see about getting the girls in the next avaible appt. is Nov. 19th!!!!!!!!!!! thats a month away by the time the referal got in to see a specilist and appt made it will be the end of the year or begining of next year! Umm I dont think so. I will not use my heater that means no heater this winter. Yeah SO not going to work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this morning I went back to the community center and spoke with the head guy. He had an idea as to what was going on already. So I filled him in about kys allergies ect... and how I cant get them into the dr. till the 19th of next month, ect.. He said hw will call the hospital and have them come out and do an air quality control test. He told me they will get back to him in 48 hours to set up the appt so come out. Good so I dont have to wait months to see different drs, ect.. So depending on what the tests says I may be moving or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that Kylie is on the meds and the heat isnt going her coughing isnt as bad but she is still coughing. So it is a slight improvement from where she was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you got this far thanks for reading my book.....LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-6365729860856490905?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6365729860856490905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=6365729860856490905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6365729860856490905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6365729860856490905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/update-on-kylie-bug-i-look-what-i-found.html' title='Update on Kylie Bug &amp; I Look what I found'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP_SW9d1XsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b34m5YHdYZo/s72-c/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+005+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7237888085440381508</id><published>2008-10-20T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:55:11.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah SO not going to work</title><content type='html'>Okay so while I was out today the guy came to put the new toilet in. (I have a paper stating they can enter to fix/repair things if I am not home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home (was gone from about 9:30 to 4:30) and checked the bathroom sure enough new toilet. Didnt inspect it or anything just seeing if it got fixed. Came downstairs looked in the laundry room still a open hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gave the girls a bath after dinner and was washing kylies hair andKenzie says look I turn my head and she is holding a piece of floor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell the toilet is smaller then the old one he filled in the gap with caulk (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434731878332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP1EBeD1txI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KYXIPgSwsi4/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken piece (the triangle) was what Kenzie was holding...I am not sure if she broke it off or it was like that...I tried to put it back in place as the caulk is still wet. Oh and you can tell the floor has warped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434747474480946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP1ECYKQDzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MlKXZtNodBY/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the broken piece &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434734154996674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP1EBmio28I/AAAAAAAAAGg/EK8Z5aFIfxg/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+003+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of floor sticking up and warped &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434740571547106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP1EB-cdpeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tNP8JgCjL3M/s400/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+004+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the subfloor (i think thats what it is called) is wet still. and it is warping....This is not the first time this has happened as when we moved it there was already damage in the laundry room ceiling and the guy said the same thing when he saw the ceiling. I know nothing about this stuff but with the floor warping, ect... could my toilet fall through the ceiling since everything in there is till wet and soft? I refuse to use it till it is fixed right...lol also this is problem too because even if it was left like that the bathtub is only about a foot away (or less) and the girls splash...its going to continue to get wet and drip into the floor/ceiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7237888085440381508?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7237888085440381508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7237888085440381508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7237888085440381508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7237888085440381508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-so-not-going-to-work.html' title='Yeah SO not going to work'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SP1EBeD1txI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KYXIPgSwsi4/s72-c/10-20-08+bathroom+Floor+001+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-2338259492009974146</id><published>2008-10-20T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:32:45.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Update</title><content type='html'>We went to the doctor today. The Doctors she seen today were awesome. Both were very concerned about her cough and looked her over. Going Off her symptoms she is being treated for Allergies (cough, puffy eyes, runny nose) so she is now on allergy meds. We are giving those a week to clear it up. If it doesnt we will either treat her for GERD again or she may need a inhaler. So only time will tell. I had them re check her head because to me it didnt not look like ring worm. I was right! It is NOT ringworm, it is just a bacterial infection. So she is off the ringworm medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-2338259492009974146?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2338259492009974146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=2338259492009974146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2338259492009974146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2338259492009974146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/kylie-update.html' title='Kylie Update'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-2418920069054235563</id><published>2008-10-19T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:14:34.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Literally! Its Raining its pouring in the laundry room! I called maitence and a guy came out something in the toilet in the main bathroom is cracked and was leaking down into the laundry room. This is what the ceiling now looks like Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053616860853762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPvpZp-5dgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zcdJYvIv5q4/s400/10-19-08+002+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-2418920069054235563?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2418920069054235563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=2418920069054235563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2418920069054235563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2418920069054235563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains It Pours'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPvpZp-5dgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zcdJYvIv5q4/s72-c/10-19-08+002+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8505375875579082089</id><published>2008-10-17T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:31:27.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Bug is Sick</title><content type='html'>When it rains it pours.......lets pray it doesnt start flooding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying since Wed. to get Kylie into the Dr. She has had a cough for a month (when she first got it, it was bad tried for a week straight to get her in they always had no appts.) Her cough got better though it was going away. Tuesday night it got worse so Wed. call NO appts, thursday No appts, Today No appts. Yesterday and today I spoke with 2 different peds drs. and the first told me sounds like she has ashma or walking pnemonia told me she needs to get seen to keep calling to see if anything opens up, I called and called nothing. Today spoke with a differnt dr who told me there is a walk in clinic saturday and sunday or if I felt the need to take her to the ER. Well I decided not to wait after my 3yo got out of school we headed to the ER . We were only there for 4 hours on a firday I think that is a new record. We did X rays of her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Well she is being diagnosed with a viral infection (this morning she woke up with a rash). She can not diagnose ashma that needs to be done with testing and a peds care. No problem if we could get in to see a dr! So that covers her cough, runny nose, and rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I noticed what I though was a bug bite on her head no big deal. Or so I thought this morning the 1 bug bite multiplied and was covering a area of her hair. The er dr. had to go get another dr to confirm. She has Ring worm on her head and on top of the ring worm she has a bacterial infection. Because  of the location of the ring worm that cant do a cream (which is how its normally treated) . She has to be on a oral med. Only this med can cause liver damage and she needs to be monitored by a ped. for the next 6 weeks while she is on the meds (yes 2 times a day for 6 weeks for ringworm) She is on another oral meds for the bacterial infection. Thinking she got the ring worm when we went to the pumpkin patch and they were playing in the hay pile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to her cough from the sounds of it and her history of frequent coughs (she had a cough from Jan. to May none stop I kept getting told it was a cold or viral infaction) The Er dr thinks other wise. She think it could be 1 or all 3 of these Ashma, Allergies, and she could still have GERD but it is Silent now. She needs to be seen by a reg. ped 1 all the time no bouncing from dr to dr like the military likes to do. So I HAVE to get her in on Monday and have a ER paper stating so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about my Kylie Bug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8505375875579082089?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8505375875579082089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8505375875579082089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8505375875579082089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8505375875579082089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/kylie-bug-is-sick.html' title='Kylie Bug is Sick'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7250026727753137188</id><published>2008-10-14T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:30:04.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday we have went to a Pumpkin Patch. It was Small but the girls had Fun. We wish Drew/Daddy could of been here to go as this was both girls first trip to a pumpkin patch. We will all be going next year as a family and hope that next year my belly will look like a pumpkin :)Anyways here are pictures of the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzCjr0mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iNSwck-lcCU/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+012+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzCjr0mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iNSwck-lcCU/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+012+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257078230559216226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzYy7s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/r8gskBibpEY/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+040+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzYy7s4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/r8gskBibpEY/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+040+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257078236528751490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzvEYyYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0j13TriQ74M/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+042+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzvEYyYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0j13TriQ74M/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+042+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257078242507540866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzh-yN4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/9_CrKqEMVfI/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+043+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzh-yN4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/9_CrKqEMVfI/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+043+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257078238994380674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkz-vT_eI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-bjtVpL2Dtk/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+055+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkz-vT_eI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-bjtVpL2Dtk/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+055+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257078246714113506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7250026727753137188?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7250026727753137188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7250026727753137188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7250026727753137188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7250026727753137188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTkzCjr0mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iNSwck-lcCU/s72-c/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+012+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5896439877453330150</id><published>2008-10-14T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:23:43.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjk3lM_UI/AAAAAAAAAEw/U-MJpYlsTd4/s1600-h/hair+pictures+09-22-08+003+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjk3lM_UI/AAAAAAAAAEw/U-MJpYlsTd4/s400/hair+pictures+09-22-08+003+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076887582997826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjk7-ex_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Axu5YL86tWY/s1600-h/hair+pictures+09-22-08+001+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjk7-ex_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Axu5YL86tWY/s400/hair+pictures+09-22-08+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076888762763250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjlO4X7CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rDY8LY-gg64/s1600-h/hair+pictures+09-22-08+004+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjlO4X7CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rDY8LY-gg64/s400/hair+pictures+09-22-08+004+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076893837421602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjlDmMxzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NtrtXFV3QwY/s1600-h/hair+pictures+09-22-08+008+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjlDmMxzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NtrtXFV3QwY/s400/hair+pictures+09-22-08+008+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076890808403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSY3vfaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U9YwL2wryvg/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+001+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSY3vfaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U9YwL2wryvg/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+001+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076570101611938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSunGHHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tjYLiMhZvMw/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+005+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSunGHHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tjYLiMhZvMw/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+005+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076575937371250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSjgY5nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/os2QRWXOO_c/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+006+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSjgY5nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/os2QRWXOO_c/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+006+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076572956452466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSuzLjWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gtCsez0Hq9A/s1600-h/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+008+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjSuzLjWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gtCsez0Hq9A/s400/10-11-08+Pumpkin+Patch+008+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076575988059490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi3ub8tYI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q5DKKEc7IvY/s1600-h/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+007+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi3ub8tYI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q5DKKEc7IvY/s400/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+007+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076112034149762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi3oPPikI/AAAAAAAAADw/ii2gwy3NyWQ/s1600-h/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+021+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi3oPPikI/AAAAAAAAADw/ii2gwy3NyWQ/s400/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+021+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076110370245186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi3wb4N3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xgS_nnBq0yE/s1600-h/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+036+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi3wb4N3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xgS_nnBq0yE/s400/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+036+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076112570726258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi38AXG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Yoe4Tg1o-Qc/s1600-h/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+038+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi38AXG4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Yoe4Tg1o-Qc/s400/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+038+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076115676535682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi30mSZXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ULQn-g-__DA/s1600-h/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+067+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTi30mSZXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ULQn-g-__DA/s400/10-06-08+Beary+Cute+067+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257076113688126834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy busy doing hair. Thank You to Emily we have had lots of New styles and lots of compliments on there hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5896439877453330150?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5896439877453330150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5896439877453330150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5896439877453330150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5896439877453330150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SPTjk3lM_UI/AAAAAAAAAEw/U-MJpYlsTd4/s72-c/hair+pictures+09-22-08+003+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4085211999749585250</id><published>2008-10-10T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:31:08.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Tag</title><content type='html'>Kid Tag&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I saw this elsewhere and thought it would be fun. Man we had some serious laughs during this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What does Mom always say to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie-I Love You &amp; Not So Loud&lt;br /&gt;Kylie-I Love You &amp; Stop being a Monkey (I said it for her...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes Mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Me being good&lt;br /&gt;Kylie-(gives me a kiss) yep that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes Mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Daddy being gone&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- (too little to understand)Drew being gone and when the girls are upset or hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does Mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Tickling Me&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- (too little) but she is very tickleish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How Old Is Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie-ummmm&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- (too little) I am 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How Tall is Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Big&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, I am 5'9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What does Mom like to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Play with me&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- (too little, Play with the girls and talk to Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is Mom's job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie-take me to school...lol she loves school&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, being a mom and wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is Mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie-fruit&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, hmmm right now Smoothies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you know Mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- she tells me&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, they get told daily lots of hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What does Dad always say to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- I love you &amp; be good for mom&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- I love you bug (mom said it for her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes Dad happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie-playing with me and ky&lt;br /&gt;Kylie (too little) but dad is happy at home with his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes Dad sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Being Away&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- (too little) being away from his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does Dad make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- playing with me &lt;br /&gt;Kylie- (too little) but he puts her on his belly and bounces her up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How old is Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, he is 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How tall is Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- big&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, he is 5'10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What does Dad like to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- play&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, he loves to play with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is Dad's job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie-Trucks&lt;br /&gt;Kylie-too little, he is a mechanic in the army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is Dad's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- Sandwhiches (Drew would come home on lunch and make him and her sandwhiches)&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- too little, he likes Mexican Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you know Dad loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie- My cat tells me (before he left they went to build a bear and she has a hello kitty with a voice recorder in it and its daddys voice saying he loves her misses her and to be a good girl)&lt;br /&gt;Kylie- Too little, she has a bear that says pretty much the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, we really enjoyed that! I tag.......... anyone reading this and has kids and hasnt done this yet...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4085211999749585250?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4085211999749585250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4085211999749585250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4085211999749585250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4085211999749585250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/kid-tag.html' title='Kid Tag'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8124716064824601250</id><published>2008-10-01T19:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:07:27.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Them Stop Please</title><content type='html'>Okay can someone please make the girls stop growing? please! Kenzie has had a MAJOR growth spurt over the past 1 1/2 months going from a 3t-4t to a girls 4-5. Kylie has gone from a bearly 12m to a 18-24m...I cant keep up I swear I buy clothes and the next thing I know they have out grown them. So does anyone have magic dust or something to sprinkle them with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8124716064824601250?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8124716064824601250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8124716064824601250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8124716064824601250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8124716064824601250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-them-stop-please.html' title='Make Them Stop Please'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1519064826795696038</id><published>2008-09-29T22:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:37:37.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post this here. I started a weight loss blog (wanted to keep it seperate form this one) Basically I joined weight watchers 3 weeks ago and am losing weight. Since joing I have lost 11 lbs and have lost almost 30lbs since moving to Tx from Germany. Here is the link to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://goaltoweightlose.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1519064826795696038?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1519064826795696038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1519064826795696038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1519064826795696038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1519064826795696038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/09/weight-loss.html' title='Weight Loss'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-6972816685830827900</id><published>2008-09-29T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:34:23.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SOGeMtFX6tI/AAAAAAAAADg/3gUBZF_q-H8/s1600-h/New+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SOGeMtFX6tI/AAAAAAAAADg/3gUBZF_q-H8/s400/New+Car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251652581588462290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to Texas from Germany we traded in our Neon (we had so out grown it) and got a Used 2006 Chrystler Pacifica with 25000 miles on it. We loved it, it had so many little extras that were so nice! Well 3 weeks after having it the checkengine light went on we took it in, the PCM had gone out. got that fixed and the cadialiac (sp?) converter went out....getting .3 mpg is not fun especially when gas prices are so high. Got that fixed and then it started dinging we werent seeing a light or anything come on. After awhile of it doing this the ABS and Brake light started flashing. We took it in 5 times for this problem before drew deployed. In the begining they told me it wasnt throwing a code. So me being me saying look its doing this and them not having anything to go on, Took video with my digital camera to show them....LOL Well they would keep it think its fixed. We would get it back drive one time not even 1/2 a mile and it started back up. UGH it was very fustrating. I drove ti to and from vegas like this..........not fun. On the way there for the last 6 hours or so of a 24 hour drive it was dinging about 8 times a minute. On the way home it got worse. It started dinging, the raido would go off, and the speakers would pop for the last 2 hours it did this NON stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well once I got back from Vegas things went from good to bad in a few days when I found out I had lost the baby and everything else so I wasnt able to take it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it in several weeks later and they kept it for 2 weeks. They replaced differnt modulars, checked gorund wires, ect... they thought they had it fixed. I drove it home when I picked it up (about 8 miles) and later went to pick up kenzie I didnt even get off post and it started dinging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very fustrating. Because every time I take it in I get a rental and with that I am switching over the carseats, stroller, ect... and then I have to get a pass to get back on post and that has taken up to 2 hours...with 2 little ones its not an easy task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to Drew and we decided it was best to trade it back in (we were going to wait till feb.) I went to dodge and we ended up getting a 2008 Dodge Durango AKA the beast because its HUGE! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-6972816685830827900?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/6972816685830827900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=6972816685830827900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6972816685830827900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/6972816685830827900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-car.html' title='New Car'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SOGeMtFX6tI/AAAAAAAAADg/3gUBZF_q-H8/s72-c/New+Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4642934711834675426</id><published>2008-09-19T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:34:17.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>2 years ago today I lost my best friend to suicide. Its still had to believe its been 2 years there ae days when it feels like it just happened. I still have so many un answered questions and all the what ifs still go though my mind. I wish I would have answered the door when you came over or answered your IMs. But I needed me time. (gosh that sounds so selfish now) There was alot going on in my life, that I couldnt talk to you about because you wouldnt understand. I didnt like lying and covering up your affair and I was done. It wasnt right. You will never know how had it was seeing you cheat on your husband (even if I didnt like him). You slept with a close friend to Drew and I and now our friendship with his is pretty much over. Alot of my friendships with people ended when you died. I felt alot of people blamed me and maybe thats because I blamed myself but things between them were never the same. I was never the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4642934711834675426?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4642934711834675426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4642934711834675426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4642934711834675426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4642934711834675426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-911238893123074867</id><published>2008-09-16T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:09:46.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to us...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/memories/Memories020Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today Drew and I were married 4 years ago. We both agree we cant believe that its already been 4 years. Where has the time gone? I can say that seeing and talking to my husband I still get that school girl crush feeling...lol I love him so much. He is an amazing husband (and father).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have both  hate being away from each other but such is the army life. It just makes being together that much more special and important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drew I Love you and Miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-911238893123074867?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/911238893123074867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=911238893123074867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/911238893123074867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/911238893123074867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary-to-uslol.html' title='Happy Anniversary to us...lol'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/memories/th_Memories020Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7110337697411797953</id><published>2008-09-16T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:58:02.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even sure what to title this</title><content type='html'>Sat. Drew emailed me saying that he was fustrated (so say the least) at his Plt Sgt "over there" he was being extremly hard on drew, smoking him for over an hour outside in the heat, essays, lots of yelling and down grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Drew called and we were talking I could tell something was wrong. He then told me his plt sgt. threatend to shot him and his soldier. My heart droped to the floor. I was scared and in tears. He said that he was speaking with so and so the next day. I was feeling litteraly sick to my stomach. Being an army wife you know that there is a chance your soldier my not come buts its not something you want to think about. The thought of losing my husband is heart wrenching. When we got off the phone I was sick to my stomach. All the what ifs going threw my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I made a call to my FRG leader because I didnt know who else to call. I told her what Drew told me and she said she was going to make some calls and would call me back. About 15 minutes later She called and said that ALL 1sgts and commanders both here and deployed had been notified. That this was a serious matter (I already knew that...lol) and it will not be taken lightly. About an hour 1/2 after I hung up with her Drew called me back saying that the 1st sgt. had already contacted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it stand right now Drew is still where he was but there is a chance he might be moving. 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MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=4612102069489261722"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366cc;"&gt;Return to list of posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="preview"&gt;&lt;h1 style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="previewbody" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7110337697411797953?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7110337697411797953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7110337697411797953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7110337697411797953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7110337697411797953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-even-sure-what-to-title-this.html' title='Not even sure what to title this'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3644345367545536000</id><published>2008-09-09T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:14:16.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Busy</title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie is loving school although we have had a couple issues but they are getting better. She had an awesome 1st day of school. From then on every days she would pee her pants 1-2 times a day. Why was she peeing? Because she was getting in trouble at school....she use to do this ALOT but hadnt done it in a while. But since last tuesday she has had NO accidents :) as soon as be got that resolved she now like to bug other students when she shouldnt be. She defiently keeps you on your toes...lol Her teacher said she is getting better and is really listening alot more....woohoo Before she wouldnt listen at all she which has always been an issue with her. So this is a Major improvment. But she still loves school, this past weekend she got mad because there wasnt any school..lol Lets hope she always has this attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie is a happy camper lately. She got her 1yr check up last tuesday and has been so fussy and clingy since. Yeah that doctor visit was a nightmare. She did LOTS of screaming, she hates going to the doctors. But all check out. She did have wax in her ears so they had to dig it out. :( Today she went back to the doctors because I suspected she had an ear infection...I was right her left ear had more wax and a mild ear infection. So now she is on antibiotics for that. She has also started speration anxity...what fun right? Wrong I cant walk into another room without her screaming and crying. I want my happy kylie bug back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing okay been busy with the girls after they go to bed its cleaning and then I have been sewing. :) I have made 2 nap mats, 2 diaper bags, and tonight I am learning to monogram. :) I joined weight watchers last monday and as of today I have lost 4lbs Woohoo lets hope this keeps up because I need to lose this weight...also I would love to see Drews face on r&amp;amp;r...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew is doing okay. He didnt move like we were told which totally sucks because where he is he isnt with his CO and the 1st sgt or who ever is in charge is a complete jerk. He pulls alot of guard shifts and still has to fix the trucks inbetween which is leaving him with little sleep. Last time I talked to him he had 3 gaurd shifts a day for 4 days straight. Each shift is 4 hours long so thats 12 hours right there pus the time he spends fixing the trucks. My poor Husband is being streched so thin. We both are really looking forward to R&amp;amp;R, he needs it but we still have so long to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its getting late and I need to clean up my sewing mess....lol Night All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3644345367545536000?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3644345367545536000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3644345367545536000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3644345367545536000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3644345367545536000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/09/been-busy.html' title='Been Busy'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5936559913205407777</id><published>2008-08-28T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:27:27.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/08-25-081stdayofPre-K026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie started school this past Monday, I cant believe she is old enough to go to school. Where did time go? She was/is very excited to attend school. Mornings come early here now. She is up and in the bath about 5:30am out of the bath, hair done, downstairs by 6, eat breakfast, finish getting dressed watch cartoons/play if there is time. Out the door at 7am. Her school is 7 miles form the house and it takes about 20-25 minutes to get there get out of the car and walk her to the door.  When I picked her up she saw alot of soldiers there and asked why her daddy wasnt there? Tears filled my eyes because Drew wanted so bad to be here for her first day of school. I had to explain that where daddy is at working he cant come home and wont be home for awhile. But we will send daddy lots of pictures which she was happy about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5936559913205407777?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5936559913205407777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5936559913205407777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5936559913205407777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5936559913205407777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/1st%20Day%20of%20School%208-25-08/th_08-25-081stdayofPre-K023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-7914174970472138336</id><published>2008-08-20T00:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:14:48.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when everything seems to be getting back to normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoPZeFHHI/AAAAAAAAACk/5x-ZMeu00JM/s1600-h/s42487cb115420_15+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoPZeFHHI/AAAAAAAAACk/5x-ZMeu00JM/s400/s42487cb115420_15+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236463974236888178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoPfSl3nI/AAAAAAAAACs/lCtqo9rALlw/s1600-h/s42487cb115420_16+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoPfSl3nI/AAAAAAAAACs/lCtqo9rALlw/s400/s42487cb115420_16+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236463975799316082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoP39A7VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ozbVcoFu73I/s1600-h/s42487cb115420_17+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoP39A7VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ozbVcoFu73I/s400/s42487cb115420_17+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236463982419701074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoPyrduZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-1pfM5KhaJY/s1600-h/s42487cb115420_18+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKunVq-d6TI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UmoqfZRtvX0/s400/s42487cb115420_5+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236462982503721266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKunVh5796I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4WX7ZxzwURg/s1600-h/s42487cb115420_7+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKunVh5796I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4WX7ZxzwURg/s400/s42487cb115420_7+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236462980068800418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKunVkqh4HI/AAAAAAAAACE/k7dgn2tg25A/s1600-h/s42487cb115420_8+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKunVkqh4HI/AAAAAAAAACE/k7dgn2tg25A/s400/s42487cb115420_8+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236462980809482354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went I thought I was recovering from the misscarriage things take a turn for the worst. Thursday night I ended up in the ER having complications fromthe misscarriage. 6 hours later I got home things were better or soI thought. Friday Night I ended up racing to the ER hemmorging. My situation there went from bad to worse. Before I knew it I had 3 nurses and 2 doctors working on me. I was being poked and examined. I ended up having emergency surgery early Saturday Morning and spent most of saturday in the hospital. My sister in law flew out for the week to help me out with the girls (thank you...again). So things seem to be getting better, I still am get bad cramps at time but must keep going as life never slows down. Today the girls had the birthday pictures FINALLY done..lol and I got some of kenzie down for preschool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-7914174970472138336?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/7914174970472138336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=7914174970472138336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7914174970472138336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/7914174970472138336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-when-everything-seems-to-be.html' title='Just when everything seems to be getting back to normal'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5aKZbZLQen4/SKuoPZeFHHI/AAAAAAAAACk/5x-ZMeu00JM/s72-c/s42487cb115420_15+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1095066114215965989</id><published>2008-08-11T22:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:26:52.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found out Today</title><content type='html'>Today I was at the hospital bright and early! We were up, dressed, and ready out of the house at 6:45am at the hospital at 7am. Got blood drawn at 7:15, waited the 2 hours for the results, kylie was fussy cause it was nap time and she was hungry so we grabed some patries and fruit at the cafe in the hospital. I finally got seen. Th nurse told me to undress for a ultrasound...I got excited thinking that ment everything was okay because they were going to check the baby making sure he/she is growing. Doctor came in and I seen the numbers on the paper and knew. I had lost the baby the #s went from in the 9thousands to the 4thousands. I was heart broke but held it together. He did an ultrasound to see if I need a D&amp;C or not. I had already passed the baby and got the all clear that everything inside was okay and didnt need the D&amp;C. I was happy about that. I had to have my blood drawn again because I need rhogam shot. So did that went home girls naped, I waited went back after lunch for the shot. So that was my day. I am sad but I knew in my heart that I had lost the baby so I had prepared myself for that. We will try again next year. God has a plan for us, we just have to wait and see what that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1095066114215965989?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1095066114215965989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1095066114215965989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1095066114215965989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1095066114215965989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/08/found-out-today.html' title='Found out Today'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-4748145024774011499</id><published>2008-08-07T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:00:05.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from the hospital....confused</title><content type='html'>Well I went in they tech did the ultrasound never said a word to me, ect... I figured it was normal since I had already been told the worse. I went to see the dr I had seen yesterday well everyone was confused as to why I was there, ect.. because the dr hadnt put anything down and was not there when I got there. So I ended up seeing a different dr 3 hours later. He said the my baby is only measuring 6 weeks and at that gestation its too soon see the heart beat. (I am suppose to be 11w 2d today) so he said I either have my dates wrong (110% sure I dont) or we did lose the baby at 6weeks. He did not do the D&amp;C. I had to go have blood drawn to check my HCG levels and I go back monday to have them drawn again and see the dr. If they have gone down we will talk about my option. If they have gone up I am still pregnant with a viable baby. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so confused. I am praying that I am still pregnant with a healthy baby but I am not getting my hopes up as I know when I tested on June 20th I got a positive pregnancy test (its one that says pregnant not pregnant) and that was 7weeks and 2 days ago. So how would only be 6 weeks pregnant? Unless I lost the first baby with no signs or symptoms and then got pregnant right away as we werent using protection (why would we I was already pregnant). So I sit here pray my baby is okay but knowing that the chance are high I already lost him/her. This is an emotional roller coster and I am not sure when its going to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-4748145024774011499?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/4748145024774011499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=4748145024774011499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4748145024774011499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/4748145024774011499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-from-hospitalconfused.html' title='Home from the hospital....confused'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-5283463034143845786</id><published>2008-08-06T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:43:50.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never saw this coming</title><content type='html'>Today started like anyother day. The girls and I had some errands to go run. We stoped and had lunch and we went to the bathroom before leaving (kenzie is potty trained :)) well i noticed I started spotting. We left and headed to the ER. Got there signed in it was about 30 minutes before I got called back for vitals. The guy doing my vitals was a jerk. The blood pressure cuff kept getting tighter and tighter and ended up breaking blood vessels in my arm. The guy made a few comments along the lines up dont you think you should stop having kids after this one. I didnt say anything because it is none of his buisness. The nurse came in and said it was better if I go to the womens health clinic because they werew busy and it would be a few hours before I get seen. So I walked over there and they took me back pretty quick. They put me in a room dr came in and tried to listen for babys heart beat couldnt find it, Did an external ultrasound for a good 10 minutes went out of the room, came back with another dr.(at this point I knew somthing was wrong) He did a quick scan and said they need to do an internal ultrasound. Well he did the internal one and there was no baby. My uterus is still acting if I am pregnant. I am completly devestated. I started crying. the nurses took the girls into the other room. Tomarrow I go in to confirm it with the radiology, go back to talk to the dr, and then have surgery to remove everything. I cant seem to stop crying and I am so trying to hold it together in fornt of the girls but it so hard. You never think it will happen to you, I never did. I know we can and will have another baby some day but we wanted this baby. I keep wondering what I did wrong,ect... I feel so empty and lonely right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace sweet baby we loved you and will miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-5283463034143845786?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/5283463034143845786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=5283463034143845786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5283463034143845786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/5283463034143845786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-saw-this-coming.html' title='Never saw this coming'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8328221487097012463</id><published>2008-07-26T00:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:39:07.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictuers and Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Military/Military_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Military/Military_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Postcards/Postcards_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Postcards/Postcards_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Postcards/Postcards_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Postcards/Postcards_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard not knowing when you are going to hear from your loved one. My phone is ALWAYS with me and if it rings I pretty much jump hoping its Drew. When it is I am so thrilled hearing from him (hasnt happened alot cause were he is) knowing he is okay and safe is a feeling I cant describe. I often worry and think of him all day, its hard not to when he has completly stollen my heart. He is such and amazing husband and father. He is so great with our girls and other peoples children too. Drew if you are reading this We Love and Miss You. Stay Safe see you in Feb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8328221487097012463?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8328221487097012463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8328221487097012463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8328221487097012463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8328221487097012463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pictuers-and-thoughts.html' title='Random Pictuers and Thoughts'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Military/th_Military_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-1834375720386484566</id><published>2008-07-26T00:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:27:46.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deployment Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/07-08-08to07-13-08153.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deployment Day Came and Gone TWICE! How does it come twice you ask? Drew was due to deploy on the 13th of this month. We all (girls, drew, and I) got there before 8am and we were out there ALL Day most of the day spent outside in the 104 degree heat. the last 2 hours they opened the gym. It was a hard and long day for everyone as family members and soldiers were saying there good byes. At about 4pm they formed up and then they annouce there was a problem with the plane and they would not be leaving till tomarrow. We were all kinda puzzled but thrilled to have just 1 more day. So after 11 hours we were able to go home for 1 more night together. The next day we left the girls with my grandpa who was staying with us as it was really hard with the girls and kylie was got sick because of the heat. The 14th wasnt as long as the 13 and they were on the bus at noon. I was sad that the time had come and I tried my hardest not to cry and I didnt until I got in my car to drive away leaving my husband there on a bus leaving. I wished I could have stayed and watch the buses pull away but it would be that much harder to watch and I was trying to stay strong and not show how upset I was. Pictures are form the 13th drew gave kenzie a dog tag with his picture on it and it says My Daddy My Hero on the front and on the back has his unit patch and says Daddys Girl. She loves it and is so proud of her Daddy (we would have gave kylie 1 but she is still too little)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-1834375720386484566?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/1834375720386484566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=1834375720386484566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1834375720386484566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/1834375720386484566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/07/deployment-day.html' title='Deployment Day'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-2579944809677697614</id><published>2008-07-26T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:11:19.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Sweet Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/look%20whos%20turning%201/kyliewalking_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/look%20whos%20turning%201/kyliewalking_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Kylies%201st%20Birthday/Kylies1stBirthday_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Kylies%201st%20Birthday/Kylies1stBirthday_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Kylies%201st%20Birthday/Kylies1stBirthday_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Kylies%201st%20Birthday/Kylies1stBirthday_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Kylies%201st%20Birthday/Kylies1stBirthday_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/Kylies%201st%20Birthday/Kylies1stBirthday_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have been crazy here. Can you believe it Kylie is 1!!!!!! WOW has time gone by ever so fast. It seems like we just welcomed her into the world and now she is walking and talking. She has grown up so very fast. She is so precious and such a happy girl (most of the time). We Love Her so very much. We celebrated early because Drew was due to deploy on her Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Kylie We Love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-2579944809677697614?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/2579944809677697614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=2579944809677697614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2579944809677697614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/2579944809677697614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-1st-birthday-sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Sweet Baby Girl'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd43/army_wife_n_mom/look%20whos%20turning%201/th_kyliewalking_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-8373223173026603340</id><published>2008-07-09T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:35:57.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not something you want to hear or read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I avoid the news that has anything to do with the war. It scares me and not something I care to listen to before my husband leaves. Today we were informed via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt; the subject stated __ Brigade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soldier&lt;/span&gt; KIA Not something you want to see about your husbands brigade. Yesterday they lost a soldier and 4 others were injured. Talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, WHY would they send that out to all the spouse knowing that some of our husbands are leaving soon? I am scared and worried I know this is going to be a long 15 months. I know where they are going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; all that safe, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; when they go off to combat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Could you all please pray for the families of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;solider&lt;/span&gt; KIA and the soldiers the were wounded and there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt;. Also for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt; that are preparing to say goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-8373223173026603340?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/8373223173026603340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=8373223173026603340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8373223173026603340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/8373223173026603340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-something-you-want-to-hear-or-read.html' title='Not something you want to hear or read'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4612102069489261722.post-3009646257090602195</id><published>2008-07-07T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:30:54.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is drawing near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are about to enter into our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; deployment, this time should be easier right? One can hope but we both know this one is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; harder then the first. Last deployment we only had an hour difference between us, drew was in a safe zone, he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; in his room and had a government issued cell so he could call me and I could call him. I was spoiled! This time phone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; are not going to be as readily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; as last time. Not to mention life at home without him is going to be VERY different. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; was a baby last time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; understand, this time she is older and knows that something is happening and daddy is leaving for a while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;but he&lt;/span&gt; is coming home. But I know she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; grasp how long it will really be. She is a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Daddy's&lt;/span&gt; girl so it should be an adjustment to say the least. Kylie is still young and wont understand. I will be raising our girls by myself for the next 12-15 months and am ready for the task we knew this would happen although we were hoping not so soon. To add to mix we are expecting baby #3 in Jan.-Feb. So things just keep getting more interesting...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; We are a strong family and will make it through this. Oceans my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; us but we will always be together. We went one day to build a bear and had bears made for the girls and drew did a voice one so they can still hear daddy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; loves it and knows that when she hugs her bear (well cat) that she is sending daddy a hug and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; one from him. Kylie loves her bear and is always hugging and kissing it...too cute. Today after drew gets off we are going to have a dog tag necklace made for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;drews&lt;/span&gt; picture on it and saying my daddy my hero, we may have 1 made for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kylie&lt;/span&gt; but she is still to young to wear it. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it for know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kylies&lt;/span&gt; fussing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4612102069489261722-3009646257090602195?l=untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/feeds/3009646257090602195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4612102069489261722&amp;postID=3009646257090602195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3009646257090602195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4612102069489261722/posts/default/3009646257090602195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untilhecomeshome.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-is-drawing-near.html' title='The time is drawing near'/><author><name>Sims Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924218815652837590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
