tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26534700531039792152024-03-10T15:13:37.042-04:00Inside the InsanityMikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-88370515882213517652011-11-22T13:36:00.000-05:002011-11-22T13:36:36.215-05:0023 whaaaa?It just randomly occured to me, that while 23 may have been a good AND not so good year for me...nothing "huge" happened. making this my most..um...uneventful year for a long time!<br />
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17. Met and fell in love with my husband<br />
18. Got pregnant with my first child<br />
19. Got married<br />
20. Survived our first deployment<br />
21. Bought a house<br />
22. gave birth to my second child<br />
23. Not much!!!<br />
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I hope 24 is more exciting. Well, I already know it will be, since deployment #3 will be occurring then, but still!Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-1109668460488051782011-09-14T16:59:00.000-04:002011-09-14T16:59:36.653-04:00"That" kind of momItty Bitty is <u><b>teething</b></u>. And<u><b> spoiled rotten</b></u>. Needless to say, she likes to <i>scream</i>..A LOT. she pitched one eternally long screaming fit at E's house earlier today bc she was tired and refused to nap. I grabbed the girls, loaded them in the car, and headed home. Only to realize "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">CRAP! i need groceries!</span>" so we turn around and go to Publix. Yea...with Itty Bitty in a bad mood.<br />
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Needless to say...I became "<b>THAT</b>" mom today. the one that everyone has seen some kind of variation of. In this case, it was the flustered mom who tries to run up and down the aisles as fast as she can, with a baby screaming its head off in the shopping cart. Yep, that was me. It was<i> mortifying</i>.<strike> At one point, i was ready to ditch my cart and just leave.</strike> Taking a quick minute to breathe deeply, i leaned against the milk case and rubbed my eyes. I looked at Itty Bitty and said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Really? You are going to make me the mom of the screaming baby in public??</span>". I had no idea another shopper was close enough to me to hear what i said. she put her hand on my shoulder, started cracking up, and said <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"Oh honey. We have ALL been that kind of mom! Let her scream, you wont hear my complain. and if anyone else does, ask them if they want to stand outside and hold a screaming kid for you as you finish your shopping</span>". Those words of wisom and humor had me giggling as i finished my shopping. and wouldnt you know...as soon as my mood lightened up, so did Itty Bittys!<br />
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........that is, until we got home and tried nap time once again! FML!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Dont be fooled by her sweet face! she is a holy terror!</div><br />
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<span id="goog_96140178"></span><span id="goog_96140179"></span>Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-23517039080549037092011-07-20T13:20:00.000-04:002011-07-20T13:20:27.053-04:00Confessions of a Not-So-Desperate Housewife pt.3Hm...Do i even qualify as a housewife anymore, since i work full time? well, im just going to go ahead and say i do. After all, im a wife...and i own a house. so yea....decision made, i will keep that label!<br />
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Anywho, here is my long overdue 3rd confession....its about kids. not mine, but OTHERS kids!<br />
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Have you ever went to a play group/playdate/ park etc and saw your perfectly mannered child run off to place with some kids who instantly become their BFF's? A few hours later, after playing is done, this strange kid returns to you. they look like your kid, sound like your kid, smell like your kid, and burp and fart like your kid. Yet they are acting like an animal!<br />
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Or is it just MY kid who changes like that, everytime she meets a new friend? She immediatly picks up on their bad habits, no matter who they are. as much as i jokingly complain about her, Princess is a freaking AWESOME kid. Love her to death. shes smart, loving, well behaved, and an amazing big sister. But get her around new kids and OMG! WHO ARE YOU, KID?????<br />
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Maybe she just has a personality issue that makes her adapt others bad habits? or maybe she is just like every other 4 year old in the world. Not sure...maybe time will tell.<br />
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xoxoMikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-62185307728296958582011-07-20T13:12:00.000-04:002011-07-20T13:12:15.564-04:00you poor people...will now be subjected to all of my twiiter updates. i feel for you, i really do. But i cant keep all these thoughts in my head to myself! gotta share a jewel or 2 ;)<br />
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wait, have I even updated my blog with pictures of the girls birthdays yet? FML, idk. *runs off to check. brb*Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-69343523206802037852011-03-25T19:42:00.000-04:002011-03-25T19:42:22.931-04:00MilSpouse Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wifeofasailor.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://wifeofasailor.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>2. How does your adulthood compare to what you imagined it would be like when you were a little kid? submitted by <a href="http://el-cubed.blogspot.com/">L to the Third</a></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>Its actually not far off from what i wanted it to be! Ever since i was super super young, all I ever wanted to be was married with 2 daughters. I occasionally pictures myself as a teacher or nurse...but for the most part it was ALWAYS as a sahm to 2 daughters <3 Now the Navy wife part...thats a whole other story lol!</li>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>4. How do you deal with military life when it gets to be to much or to hard? submitted by <a href="http://combatbootsanpointeshoes.blogspot.com/">Combat Boots And Pointe Shoes</a></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>I take a pill ;) JUUUUUST kidding lol. I take a step back and usually drive to spend the night at my parents. Nothing chases the fears or anxiety away like sleeping in your childhood home.</li>
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</div>Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-43624564945977117692011-03-21T15:57:00.000-04:002011-03-21T15:57:42.540-04:00My Fave recent pics...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">whooooo's a BIG GIRL? lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZa2Q-VD0Uaus4n_Vmh9YI9LjMfayuH2Pe-B57dPvraNZWaSMp95_ELyW1qc5lelJ0svTiH3tg_oAE71SNQjElddrmee3a0nNJF8ISxdDcWAbLCSLq6wxAcscO8OjvclgIc9eAfZwHRu9/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZa2Q-VD0Uaus4n_Vmh9YI9LjMfayuH2Pe-B57dPvraNZWaSMp95_ELyW1qc5lelJ0svTiH3tg_oAE71SNQjElddrmee3a0nNJF8ISxdDcWAbLCSLq6wxAcscO8OjvclgIc9eAfZwHRu9/s320/003.JPG" width="297" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Doesn't she look like SUCH a little lady now???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUCS1MLExcau7VGfQkRYaxTM7DPdZ2p7c_mmN3mQP7klPIDksnECwwtyQhlVyKNkiAVOTdVxxqjmPlyfDDBGzyVHz7EOviD6Zf3QBDU779llj0cY7OQttNcDUGXcryy17a7ppxgxhqg2O/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFUCS1MLExcau7VGfQkRYaxTM7DPdZ2p7c_mmN3mQP7klPIDksnECwwtyQhlVyKNkiAVOTdVxxqjmPlyfDDBGzyVHz7EOviD6Zf3QBDU779llj0cY7OQttNcDUGXcryy17a7ppxgxhqg2O/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Excited for her first plane ride lol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPPtoU4iMT53SKTb-CcYLmAE9357JUoF3OjxaQxqWrl2lqORX_SLWEIdihSexMtWgLZ5kT8qTzu9byhSACeSYxoGfsgF_Jn37cncuGMyG-O7TLFvC0OiFtZKd9_exc1yvdqxe8pmRt0jk/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjPPtoU4iMT53SKTb-CcYLmAE9357JUoF3OjxaQxqWrl2lqORX_SLWEIdihSexMtWgLZ5kT8qTzu9byhSACeSYxoGfsgF_Jn37cncuGMyG-O7TLFvC0OiFtZKd9_exc1yvdqxe8pmRt0jk/s400/033.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> We Love our new Quinny Zapp. Itty Bitty prefers to ride in style ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX5Q85OqSGjATQem19CkcWWoq02mWguSSc4xXueOcsUMMPAhADgIPvtsG5KuKa8VgJ2XF_iq1de8RkYqXw1oVylvTxuUUmUOzAd7EFK8Fj6zk2z_Rq97uo7upvgGekL-RXD2TShRd159-/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX5Q85OqSGjATQem19CkcWWoq02mWguSSc4xXueOcsUMMPAhADgIPvtsG5KuKa8VgJ2XF_iq1de8RkYqXw1oVylvTxuUUmUOzAd7EFK8Fj6zk2z_Rq97uo7upvgGekL-RXD2TShRd159-/s400/064.JPG" width="296" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> MY BABY IS FOUR!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSI8ogwYF-tdcBwbqi2CMYdnlat1gZEDbhjQ9l6eUQOKjN9oO6H4S8-sLwBbdiTC7Jdlsm7H3j7gVBVqjDk4aZ8DgKjI9xJNK-brCOQFIhWT1zrYjBvvON03FSvg28enNHGOyRicpD7In/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNSI8ogwYF-tdcBwbqi2CMYdnlat1gZEDbhjQ9l6eUQOKjN9oO6H4S8-sLwBbdiTC7Jdlsm7H3j7gVBVqjDk4aZ8DgKjI9xJNK-brCOQFIhWT1zrYjBvvON03FSvg28enNHGOyRicpD7In/s400/022.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> TWINS!!!!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUDyFlGCQ2XYW4U3GCoA0gl2hgqJRinYaivLm3nwjCx6H-Agl9pn61XFtQfyvtczEYgUq8pw58W42GMBRdOgECrAmrYL9HY2kdqJ2bO_1xyR4VsxItZh2qTdLs4e_aNnN_A7GWgsI_fPI/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiUDyFlGCQ2XYW4U3GCoA0gl2hgqJRinYaivLm3nwjCx6H-Agl9pn61XFtQfyvtczEYgUq8pw58W42GMBRdOgECrAmrYL9HY2kdqJ2bO_1xyR4VsxItZh2qTdLs4e_aNnN_A7GWgsI_fPI/s400/065.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Hey girl hey ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoLAilYnHM9PHnGYku0D6GRJWbmKqPSzz_Vehz-_KeY7i3CMVwwIf2eABo9WUPnACeFXToLu2Ac0C1kPJywM4cTespPj5YL4MjnX-3j3cPMj7WWq3TyRtu1bhUfH7rPkKtFvkA8DkOwNA/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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You put so much effort into these little aliens from day 1. first, you make them (the daddy's fave part lol). then suffer thru (in my case) months and months of morning sickness aka all day long sickness. you get fat.<br />
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you spend the next 2-3 years changing their butts. You feed them. you clothe them. you discipline them. you take them to school, cuddle them when they are sick (and usually have to clean up puke then too), you kiss millions of boo boos, you play barbies till you want to decapitate all her barbies (or GI Joes if you have boys). you wash thousands of loads of their laundry. they drain your bank acct and your energy.<br />
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And then one day, they no longer need you. Leaving you in the dust.<br />
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Doesn't sound fair to me.<br />
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Princess and Itty Bitty...Mommy begs of you to not grow up too fast. I will gladly take puke all over me and a million dirty diapers than to go through a day where you no longer need me.<br />
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I'll probably retract that statement when they are teenagers. By then, i may be ready to kick their butts out and make them society's problem instead of mine ;)Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-76774002571992349282011-02-15T10:51:00.000-05:002011-02-15T10:51:45.547-05:00Confessions of a Not-So-Desperate Housewife pt.1You know what really gets my goat? I spend anywhere from 2 to 4 hours a day cleaning my house. Vacuuming, wiping stuff down, dishes, sweeping, putting toys back where they belong, trying to distract the kids WHILE i clean, arguing with Princess that mommy needs music on while she cleans and not cartoons like she wants, etc.<br />
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And when I'm done, i relax on my couch and smile, liking how my house looks. I savor it for about 5 minutes. Because when those 5 minutes are over, the house is wrecked again!<br />
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Between a husband, 2 kids, and a hyper as crap dog, the clean doesn't last long.<br />
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So the next morning, i repeat paragraph one. and the next morning, and the next, and the next, etc etc etc.<br />
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I'm on a freaking hamster wheel, people!Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-75862909833197036122011-01-13T18:42:00.001-05:002011-01-13T18:42:55.949-05:00bye bye 365ya know what? its actually A LOT harder to remember to take a picture everyday for this 365 project. oops. so, i give up (my dad would be sooooo mad to see me say i give up on something lol ;))<br />
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so yep. thats my update. 365 is dead in this blog. oh well. im going back talking about my regular stuff. aka my life, baby wearing, and cloth diapers :) so be on the look out :)Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-74332072851698448482011-01-09T20:57:00.000-05:002011-01-09T20:57:57.626-05:00time to wind down<div style="text-align: center;">Project 365 Day 9</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Cuddlin with my girls after a great day <3 I love Princess' akward pose and weird smile lol</div>Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-5427391565266687792011-01-08T23:49:00.000-05:002011-01-08T23:49:28.057-05:00what on earth?<div style="text-align: center;">Project 365 Day 8</div><br />
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Anyone know where the past 8 months have gone? If you find them, can you give them to me? I would really like to rewind them and have Itty Bitty be a teeny tiny baby again :(Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-77440134055792045712011-01-07T23:25:00.000-05:002011-01-07T23:25:04.561-05:00Mommy PrayersI say many prayers for both of my daughters, daily. almost hourly. for them to be happy, healthy, long lives, etc.<br />
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Tonight, it was a little different. I walked into both of their rooms, to looks at them sleeping before I went off to bed myself. As i looked at my sleeping Princess, thinking of her 4th birthday coming up, something popping into my head and out of my lips.<br />
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"I pray one day you will understand how much i love you, and how you saved me".<br />
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Maybe one day, when she is grown and a mom herself...she will understand just how much i love her. How much I love both of them. Princess and I are exactly alike, we butt heads bc of that exact reason. But no matter what, she is my FIRST child and i have a special bond with her, a special kind of love. When she was born I finally had a reason to truly live, and to grow up myself.<br />
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Can you tell i'm feeling sentimental tonight? Being only 18 and pregnant with her, I never visualized her future birthdays past her 1st. I never understood the excitment but extreme sadness comes with celebrating a day that marks your child as officially one year older.<br />
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Hm...Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-25572154613641206012011-01-07T22:43:00.000-05:002011-01-07T22:43:38.320-05:00No Words...<div style="text-align: center;">Project 365 Day 7</div><br />
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I go into Princess' bedroom to check on her and Sailor Man. He had gone to put her to bed about 20 mins ago and when he didnt come right back out, i assumed he had fallen asleep with her. I was half right lol. He WAS asleep...she wasnt ;)Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-73389597500947791652011-01-07T15:19:00.000-05:002011-01-07T15:19:50.899-05:00Toofers<div style="text-align: center;">Project 365 Day 7</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I know its weird, but here is a picture of Itty Bittys 3rd tooth! she just hit 8 months yesterday :(</div>Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-10716626822251544722011-01-07T15:11:00.000-05:002011-01-07T15:11:12.609-05:00Jump jumpProject 365 Day 6<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvaEMg7kK1fLSh01Lc7NaXgVl3-NIF6klhmDUJ1x_GZWRlv7Em82Hw7YKNFhX0byiNbR_Www17A7W11rld9gAl3LEkeVI8xLxVgSIBmB4POWLlZg__uIG5_mZhQw9GryAS40PNE2ihmcN/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvaEMg7kK1fLSh01Lc7NaXgVl3-NIF6klhmDUJ1x_GZWRlv7Em82Hw7YKNFhX0byiNbR_Www17A7W11rld9gAl3LEkeVI8xLxVgSIBmB4POWLlZg__uIG5_mZhQw9GryAS40PNE2ihmcN/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>My little lady looked so cute and comfy on the couch, i just had to snap a picture!Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-85244100248128745862011-01-04T12:16:00.000-05:002011-01-04T12:16:08.739-05:00cheeeeseproject 365 Day 3<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSXhrDfKMYfBqfreiDmeIKUB8btl4-n3pAiSBAvqfvDmJLo3t-9vYQjD4QpaY3RACiRHx01wrPzE0ZucZhTWXqGR-s-bhLBA020sHJNWFBGJj-JgeMf62UORqzR59Z9umtjSPG23Lu0bR/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxSXhrDfKMYfBqfreiDmeIKUB8btl4-n3pAiSBAvqfvDmJLo3t-9vYQjD4QpaY3RACiRHx01wrPzE0ZucZhTWXqGR-s-bhLBA020sHJNWFBGJj-JgeMf62UORqzR59Z9umtjSPG23Lu0bR/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Was taking random pics of the girls, and this one made me giggle lolMikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-48991956863012722442011-01-02T14:00:00.000-05:002011-01-02T14:00:04.171-05:00"I know my ABCD's!!!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Project 365 Day 2</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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sooooo, with Princess starting school WAY too soon, here is a picture of her desk with a few of her learning materials.Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-29045597801515676252011-01-01T15:49:00.000-05:002011-01-01T15:49:08.258-05:00How to perform a Jail BreakProject 365 Day 1<br />
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Obviously someone needs to educate Itty Bitty on how to escape baby jail, bc her trying to chew the rail just wasnt working ;)<br />
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Happy New Year 2011!Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-39561678813931981972010-12-31T00:10:00.000-05:002010-12-31T00:10:49.926-05:002010 Year End Review in Pics<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday I will be starting my project 365, posting a new random pic everyday. a little description will go along with every pic. and at the end of that year, i plan on publishing all the photos in a coffee table book. Great way to remember a year, huh?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Goodbye 2010. Thank you for all the blessing you brought on my family and I.<br />
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2011...gimme your best shot ;)Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-29851219542491201612010-12-07T12:16:00.000-05:002010-12-07T12:16:51.059-05:00Slow the eff down!!!!!!!!Have you ever stopped and just been like "where the hell has the time gone?". seriously.<br />
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Seriously seriously seriously.<br />
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Itty Bitty turned 7 month old yesterday. As i was posting that on FB, it hit me out of nowhere....that time is moving way too fast. Itty Bitty is 7 months, Princess will be 4 in 3 months, Sailor Man and i have our 5 year anniversary next month, I will be 23 in 2 months (him in 3), and Itty's first bday is in 5 months.<br />
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WHAT.THE. HECK????????<br />
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First and foremost. 5 years. WOW. that is a LONG time. Especially for two kids who were a statistic with a pregnancy during their teen years. The cards were deff stacked against us. Heck, we had only been dating 5 months when we got pregnant with Princess. Most kids our age wouldn't, and didnt, last. But we did <3 I was talking to my mom a few weeks ago and mentioned our anniversary coming up. I told her I wanted to plan a big weekend getaway for us. And she agreed! She told me how proud of us she is, how far we have come and accomplished. Even she couldn't believe it has been that long already lol! 5 year may be a small portion of time for my friends that have been married much longer...but it is nothing to sneeze at when you are only 22 lol!<br />
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2nd. 4yeard old. 4 years old. 4 YEARS OLD. my eyes water just thinking about it. Its not possible. its not. For some reason,her turning 4 is harder on me than her 2nd or 3 bday. (not as hard as her 1st tho thank gosh lol). im not sure why. maybe its bc at 4, she is no longer classified as a toddler. maybe its bc she starts school this year. maybe its bc it has all flown by so fast. i dont know.<br />
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7 months now, 12 months wayyyy too soon. I cant even fathom that. Itty Bitty needs to STAY my itty bitty baby. please. please. please.<br />
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I dont think you can truly appreciate how fast time flies by...until you are married and have children. You spend your whole childhood hoping the days and weeks and years fly by, so you can be an adult and get to the "fun stuff". and then before you know it, you ARE an adult and you are grasping at straws, trying to find anyway you can to slow down your life and your kids childhood.<br />
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its a sad sad cycle.Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-43962061773124940462010-11-18T15:57:00.000-05:002010-11-18T15:57:47.592-05:00Walk Down Memory LaneGoing thru all the old pics in my PB is NOT a good idea :( it makes me happy to remember the good times with friends, but sad about what all has happened since then :/ So many friendships have faded away, been torn apart, or just ended bc of drama. grrrr...<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now dont get me wrong...there are quite a few friendship I am glad that are over. Lets just say all the "crazies" should know who they are. but others were stupid fights or stupid drama that got way out of hand.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-13493579106991079492010-11-17T13:18:00.000-05:002010-11-17T13:18:21.500-05:00so ticked offUnited States Postal Services is now on my sh*t list. and my post man will NOT be getting his usual holiday card and tip from me.<br />
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I was tracking 2 packages on monday. 2 packes that i was VERY excited to get. monday they both showed delivered at 12:34pm. My happy butt ran out to the mail box to get my things.<br />
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guess who had an empty mail box? THIS GIRL.<br />
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i waited a few more hours, in case the post man was scan happy and scanned it before he actually delivered. still never showed up. So i filed a complain with USPS and they promised a call back.<br />
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of course i never got one, so i called them again today. They said the case had been resolved and the packages had been correctly delivered to the address on record (i check and my right address was the right address on record). And guess who STILL doesnt have her packages? THIS GIRL.<br />
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I complained more and demanded a call back from anyone up the chain. once again, i got the hold shpeal about 2 business days. yea, like i really see that happening.<br />
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i'm so freaking irritated about this. One of my packages will be replaced by the sender, bc it was purchases by Amazon. but god knows how long it will take for them to get the wheels going on my replacement and this was kind of a time sensitive thing. My 2nd package? completly lost and theres no replacing it. There goes Delilah's winter shoes, mini Ugg look alikes i bought from another mama on FB.<br />
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Great. just great.<br />
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i'm done with USPS. i will just pay extra from now on and ship thru UPS.Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653470053103979215.post-49791845552716268232010-11-12T20:28:00.001-05:002010-11-12T20:29:03.811-05:00Judgementhmmm. im not even sure what to title this blog yet. im sure by the end, it will have a name.<br />
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Princess is watching a new disney movie and Itty bitty is rolling around on the floor, and giggling. such happy girls. Sailor Man has duty, so we are just enjoying a lazy night at home.<br />
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Earlier today, I had to run up to Winn Dixie to get a few stables. I used WIC to get the milk, eggs, and fruit. I just got put on WIC last month. I was so very much against using it unless you ABSOLUTELY need it. We did use it back in 2007, when Princess was a baby. I was thrilled when Itty Bitty took so well to breastfeeding. Breastfeeding equals no formula which equals no WIC.<br />
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then 4 months later she had to be put on formula and my butt had to go off to WIC. which to me was...well..i dont even know what to say. I hate that we are able to take care of ourselves and bills well...but when it comes to formula... DAMN that stuff is expensive.<br />
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anyways, thats the back story. Like i was saying, I went to WD to get some stuff using my WIC checks. and got treated horribly. The cashier was very judgemental. As soon as we got to the register and she saw me pull out the checks, her entire attitude changed. she went from smiling, to scowling. She saw me dividing my stuff up and putting non WIC items at the back of the register (to buy myself). she rudely told me "you know, your WIC isnt going to pay for ketchup." I replied "Yes, Ma'am. I know that. Thats why i separated it, to pay for it myself."<br />
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and then she rolled her freaking EYES at me! and muttered "Damn, this is the 8th WIC checkout today. Where are they coming from?" in a very condescending tone. She rang up my fruit (WIC provides $10 worth of fruit or veggies a month) and told me, once again VERY rudely, "If your total goes over, you will have to pay for this yourself. WIC wont pay for everything for you". and i once again was very polite in my response "Yes Ma'am, I added the weights and prices myself, I have exactly $9.10 in fruit" (i was on the penny, oooh yea lol).<br />
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Lastly...and this is what really got me to. She said (with a fake smile on her face) "wow, the state just pays for more and more for you people these days huh?".<br />
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and with that, i told her goodbye with and equally fake smile and marched straight to the floor manager. i myself used to be a Winn Dixie employee and manager and i remember how things work around there. After I got thru reaming the manager a new one, for having an cashier on the floor who obviously had NO customer service training and demanding they be fired or retrained, I left. And let me tell you...as i was walking out, i saw that same manager practically FLYING across the front floor, murder in his eyes, heading right for that cashier.<br />
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Serves her right.Mikayla Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193219701152052453noreply@blogger.com3