Luvtlee

First I want to thank you all for your overwhelming support for my pictures of progression post!

Nothing new to report here really.  Just been going about our routine.  Slept in yesterday til about 10 am since my younger two boys were sick and I had them stay home from school.  It was nice being able to sleep in.  My daughter, she’s been sick with this cold for the whole week.  I don’t know what it is, but this cold has been going around our area for the past two months and everyone we know has come down with it twice.  It’s been really frustrating, but I think we’re near the end for our parts in it.  I’ve already been through it and this is my daughters second time also.  The boys haven’t gotten it as bad as us girls and I hope that they don’t now.  I sincerely hope that this cold is never coming back!  I’m tired of sickness running rampant around here.  I had it pretty much for throughout the last two weeks of February going through the first two weeks of March.  During that time I couldn’t workout because I was so tired all of the time.  Now that I’m back on track I want to stay there!

I miss my husband and the kids miss their dad.  We’re getting so tired of this lifestyle after nearly nineteen years of doing it.  It just wears on you.  I wish we could do the six month deployments like most other people, then it wouldn’t be so damn bad.  My youngest son Noah misses him the most out of the kids.  He’s only six and not as used to his dads deployments as the other kids are.  Although you’d think he would be because for the first three years of his life his dad was gone for the vast majority of the time.  Noah tells me he remembers that time though, and I believe him.  It might just be because Noah is a more emotional person than the other kids.  It’s not like he cries or anything, but he talks about his dad all the time and writes him letters, draws him pictures, things like that.  First thing he said to me yesterday when he woke up was that he always dreams of his dad coming home.  Oh, and the cutest thing, last Sunday when dad called home and I was talking to him on the phone, Noah was waiting by my side to see if it was his dad.  When I told him it was his dad, he clenched his fists, raised his arms and shouted “yeah!”.  It was cute!

Anyway, we miss him but it’s okay, we’re doing good!  We talk to him via phone every Sunday and I get an email from him each morning.  So, it’s not all bad!