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/><category term="fort sill" /><title>Tails to Toddlerhood</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melonytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://melonytaylor.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5677755184777483847/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Melony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17253195470625546032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fc5ZhPOSBag/SKWG5TWPGaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MdI3nvWxadY/S220/IMG_2875.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abandoned" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homesick" /><title>Mommy....she just got out of bed!</title><content type="html">Why do kids have to tattle??  Really?? Drives me insane! Like they need help getting into trouble...but they still come out and tattle. I can hear them laughing, but as soon as something happens Madison will tell on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt;. Never fails. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a good day with the kids for the most part. They started to not listen to me around dinner time. Go figure. Other than that I was having an off day...feelings of abandonment and such because the only 2 friends I have managed to make are busy, which doesn't bother me at all. I'm use to being alone, they both did it at about the same time. I will get over it and move on. Hopefully make a new friend or something I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One just found out she is pregnant and has been hanging out with another of the wives. The other's hubby came home from training and they are going to have a baby in October. It sucks being the older person and having 2 kids. It's not as easy to go do things. I really wish I had someone that I could send the girls to for the weekend. I really miss that option. I never used it much, but when I did it helped...and right now all I want to do is cry. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go soon and register them with the Child Youth Services. I will get 16 hours of free child care, but can only take it in 4 hour blocks. Plus they have hourly that's $2 an hour per child. Along with sports that Maddie can do. I just really miss Jeremy. I hate the nights. It's never bad during the day but at night...it really sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my donut of misery to work! We are 7% done...have a long long way to go...Please let November get here soon! I really want to go home. I miss my mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5677755184777483847-8683815429524079841?l=melonytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can not believe my baby is in Kindergarten...makes me wonder how my own mom feels with a 26 year old baby and 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. Maddie loved it though. We got there late because of traffic and I had to walk her in and didn't get a kiss or hug bye again. Hopefully she continues to enjoy school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; cried when we walked out of school, she wanted sissy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a day that I really missed Jeremy. I wish he could have been here her first day of school. He missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preK&lt;/span&gt; last year too. I'm not looking forwards to the holidays this year again, since he wasn't around at Thanksgiving last year either, or our anniversary. 2 years in a row missing major things sucks. But, we will survive. I'm trying to stay stronger this time than I was the last time. I know I will have my down days, but I'm doing everything I can to make sure I have up days. This deployment WILL NOT GET ME DOWN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were into everything imaginable today. Rice, bread crumbs, laundry soap, cat food, TV trays...you name it they were into it. They did a terrible job of listening to me too. I wish I had family here to help me with them. I feel bad asking the few (2) friends that I have made to take the girls off my hands. They have their own things going on. One's husband is deployed with mine and found out that she is pregnant, and the other one is going to have a baby in 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things will get better. Once the school routine sets in....It has to get better right? Plus it will all start going by faster. He's been gone almost a month (which I can't believe it's been that long already) and in November we will go home for  a month and a half...then a few months later he will hopefully be able to take R&amp;amp;R...then the deployment will be done. They say the second half goes by faster than the first half. I hope it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan for tomorrow is to work out and get the house cleaned. I might run my shampooer to the repair shop to get the cord fixed so I can shampoo the carpet...it really needs it! It's driving me insane, all these little spots and stains on the carpet from a dog, cat, my 2 kids and the 3 that I baby sit. UGH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm off to bed! Tomorrow is a new day and WILL BE BETTER THAN TODAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5677755184777483847-7879866356290636561?l=melonytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where to start.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a nice house and are all settled in! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago my hubby deployed... :( Sucks. As of August 3rd he's been in for a year! But, of that year we have only been together for 5 months :( Really stinks, but we knew this is something that we would have to deal with. We were as prepared for the lack of time as we possibly could have been. I made sure after his 6 months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BCT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AIT&lt;/span&gt; that I kept my mind set as him not being there to do things for me. That way when he left it wasn't a total "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; he's gone and I have no one to do such and such". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far this has been a crappy time. I baby sit the devils spawn...the oldest boy decided to take a lighter and burn things in my daughters' room (that was week 1) then today he decided to play with a gas can I had out. I mowed the lawn and when I came back out I seen wet spots on the ground and on the rubber piece on the back on the mower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention both girls are pushing me! Yesterday Maddie was AMAZING. She has been doing laundry for a few days (even washes only 5 things because she can't find anything else...I told her to wait until it's full), then she decided to clean the litter box, take the trash bag out of the trash can and put it by the door, and she also moved the dog cage and swept up the spilled dog food. But today....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. Terrible! Like worse than ever type of terrible. I baby sat and none of the 5 kids would listen, then after they left MY kids still wouldn't listen. Keep getting into things that they KNOW they shouldn't. UGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I really need to start a journal of all the GOOD things that happen during the day. That way I can look back and go "It wasn't ALL bad"...Maybe tomorrow I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also am trying to lose weight. I'm eating better (less junk and more healthy snacks), and doing more "exercises" than I normally did. Hopefully I will start seeing something soon. Would be great to be at my goal weight when he comes home for R&amp;amp;R. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can not wait until he comes home! Miss him SO much! He is my soul mate, my world, the love of my life! Being away from him and not being able to see him is KILLING ME. I have seen him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; 3 times since he's left! 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Lets see....Moved to Colorado Springs and have been getting settled and everything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it here! OMG it is SO beautiful! You can see the mountains right out our front door! We are at the foot of the NORDAC mountain. I'm wondering why I didn't want to move sooner! Guess all things happen when they do for a reason. If we would have moved when Jeremy wanted to I probably wouldn't have been ready for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been to a bunch of the tourist places here. Garden of The Gods, Cheyenne Mountain Zoo (have a zoo pass), Cave of the Winds, Seven Falls, Manitou Cliff Dwellings. It's been fun. There are a few more places that we want to go to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are liking it here too. We have a fenced in back yard and they can go out and play when it's nice out and I don't have to be out there. Which when the cold weather hits it sucks for me because they are cooped up in the house driving me insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie had an awesome birthday party a few weeks ago. We had a cook out with some people in the platoon so the wives could get to know each other. I met a few people that might be nice to hang out with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been "looking" at jobs in the area. It would be GREAT if I could get an at home type job that didn't require selling things or making phone calls (or taking phone calls).  So far everything I have seen wants you to pay them...Ummm I don't think so. I'm not going to PAY YOU in order to make money (unless it's a cheap price and it's a 100% legit company). Would be nice to have the extra money and not have to leave the girls for 8 hours a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have to get busy cleaning the house. Jeremy's grandparents are coming out here at the end of June. That means I will AGAIN have to clean out "Jeremy's room" since he let his bags blow up in there after he got home. Ugh. I had it clean once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a ton of projects I want to work on too...I have some stuff to start a purse out of ACU pants. Plus an apron for Maddie...but my sewing machine is in that room...I can't get to it lol.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm off...watching a movie and straightening up a bit. Fun fun fun.&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/5677755184777483847-2522203701854278992?l=melonytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There has been so much that has happened that I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy left August 3rd. It's been hard on both of us. He misses the girls and I. We miss him. Maddie has adjusted better than I thought she would actually. I thought it would be crying and "I want daddy" every day. It's only been a few times, and she really wants him when she's getting into trouble. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;, she never asks for him. One day last week I heard her saying "dad dad dad" and looked and she was walking around carrying one of his shirts. It was a heart breaking moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, well I'm doing the best I can. I'm strong for the girls during the day, but at night it's real hard. Some nights I cry and can't stop, but it's not sobbing hysterically it's just crying. We have never been away from each other for this long, or this far away. It's really hard being here with everything screaming "Jeremy". It's just going to take a while to get use to. I'm sure I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie starts school the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. That should help the time go by fast. She will be in 3 day's this year, she's excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; is in her terrible 2's already. Every time I tell her to do something she says "no". UGH. I don't know what to do to get her to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to the Zoo tomorrow, but it's supposed to rain. Plus my aunt and uncle are coming in from the west coast to see my Great Grandma. She's not doing so well and a few people think that she was holding on just to see them again. I would rather go to the get together than the Zoo...it will always be there and I don't remember the last time I seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to lose weight before I go to Oklahoma to see Jeremy. He's going to lose so much during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BCT&lt;/span&gt; he will look so different. I want to "change" and surprise him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm down almost 10 pounds...I have actually started working out the past few days. Hopefully I can keep it up. It's hard with no one to push me to do it. So far doing it at night is easier when both kids are in bed. We will see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is a run down of the past few months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5677755184777483847-2412485087368223255?l=melonytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I so am not touching my blog ever again! I'm happy with pink and black, and with the way it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SO much to Lisa ( www.diaperstodating.blogspot.com ) for getting my banner up, and making my page look less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smooshed&lt;/span&gt;. Your a doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Lisa and I because she was getting all goofy eyed looking at my HTML code, that she told me what to look for) couldn't figure out how to get the signature that Alisha (www.really-seriouslythough.blogspot.com/) made for me on the blog. Some how the thing just wasn't there. So, after looking all day yesterday, I decided that it wasn't that important. Well today I looked again, still wasn't there. There was one just slightly different than the one that we were looking for. I put my HTML &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; I made to use...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;walla&lt;/span&gt; I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;siggy&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on word from Lisa that I didn't screw anything up. Also, I'm not so sure I like the white behind the pink...it doesn't look right. I think if at all possible I would like it black, that way all you see is my name in pink. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt; tho. If it's to difficult, I'll leave it. I have caused enough headaches in the past day or 2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that all my friends live in different states. I can't really bake a cake and send to Lisa to thank her (since cakes are my thing now...). It wouldn't make shipping in one peice...unless...hmmm..I could put it on dry ice...*pondering* I might just have to try this once....just to see if it makes it and is in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt;...and still tastes like cake after it thaws....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is dry ice? Where do you get it? I'm serious about trying this...What would I need? Dry Ice, Cake, Box for cake, Bigger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; box for cake and dry ice, something to keep dry ice off box cake is in...what else? (this might have to wait until I have extra money...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any extra ideas send them my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5677755184777483847-4157602911075457631?l=melonytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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