tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69335045902163779292024-02-07T02:11:31.715-06:00PinkletsD.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-42391759616878350792015-01-02T22:16:00.001-06:002015-01-02T22:16:09.061-06:00Crochet!I learned to crochet this past year thanks to a good friend at work! I LOVE it! I took on a lot of projects for Christmas but I'm happy the way most of them turned out :) these were all gifts, but we had to try a lot of them on to be sure they were cute! I'm glad to be through with Christmas so I can make things at a leisurely pace. :) <div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJE59SPB5NTYWQN1XpPhrFgPMh_2MyLn2086Ctd2Dl4QP3_F_OrMHQVrVmkdHbtYmRo-du3D7QLxCFop28RQ_S5MMur8_N_cL90eEbO51tx9mbGUHfXlPIpHC7-z_LK6ohVevGglOG0WQ/s640/blogger-image--216131609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJE59SPB5NTYWQN1XpPhrFgPMh_2MyLn2086Ctd2Dl4QP3_F_OrMHQVrVmkdHbtYmRo-du3D7QLxCFop28RQ_S5MMur8_N_cL90eEbO51tx9mbGUHfXlPIpHC7-z_LK6ohVevGglOG0WQ/s640/blogger-image--216131609.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7q9M8NHNfDVTL5hSY-gj4OqwgzFtSLAG-WrUW6i3yUT77qYkEdQBrI8rBJ8P5ZxnpXkWjJkkInDD7gy40bisstpg-Zv3DD6MPJ9_-tQZqzdPgSqIxhQDpI-enOkjo45BWZZtnCzoE5s/s640/blogger-image-202406392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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One of my firsts. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2LBK6pjdBnm6N3LgfXaiDnKGM8x0JJ3khjeGC-gEoDtYaquW8S3IR4jQQ01LL_VvT-8k2tw2A1yKFc9tEjabrBCX4qP7YcN9gEAg-9TSvywLcL35ryN4M_79mplUq0YYd22gXb2wWCi8/s640/blogger-image--895272381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2LBK6pjdBnm6N3LgfXaiDnKGM8x0JJ3khjeGC-gEoDtYaquW8S3IR4jQQ01LL_VvT-8k2tw2A1yKFc9tEjabrBCX4qP7YcN9gEAg-9TSvywLcL35ryN4M_79mplUq0YYd22gXb2wWCi8/s640/blogger-image--895272381.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Table runner</div>D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-34220248851012660452015-01-01T17:44:00.001-06:002015-01-01T17:44:36.230-06:00Let's try this again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I am hoping to start documenting again here if only so my pumpkins will have it later on in life. So a fast recap of the last 7 months.... <div>We went to the beach, Ben had his appendix out... At the beach 👎. N turned 3! I started my 5th year as a school counselor. We went to Frozen on Ice, the North Pole Express and had an amazing Christmas Season! </div><div><br></div><div>I only beat myself up a little because I didn't finish presents on time, hoped to do a lot more "meaningful" Christmas traditions, and it took me 5 days to get my head back in order after Christmas and a trip to Tallahassee. Then God reminds me to calm down and enjoy - no matter the mess or imperfections... Because there's A LOT of that. So here are some of my favorite pictures of the last little while to get us kicked off into the New Year and enjoying each other!<font color="#000000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAk6bBTl8aiJZRV5D2zL86HG7KmW_lMXxaallclxC5GKrQT5LG7rB6FnT5-ix9hMSWMek9jqrHs-Ifo0R4UU4Jo0-EIfMX23BINzD7wrZDbp1gv4iRTrAam1083R4OBmDnQLw-0BRbAIE/s640/blogger-image--1260785143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAk6bBTl8aiJZRV5D2zL86HG7KmW_lMXxaallclxC5GKrQT5LG7rB6FnT5-ix9hMSWMek9jqrHs-Ifo0R4UU4Jo0-EIfMX23BINzD7wrZDbp1gv4iRTrAam1083R4OBmDnQLw-0BRbAIE/s640/blogger-image--1260785143.jpg"></a></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYUqnNDKnVpOFsgf-qc3t4vEDV7iNKtgeD7njVr_1Mg5AQUpPdNPbEM0YNwzjjxherOJp4bTTdqcvJUskDkJDfQGDPeSlkwUv0fSMMB6r-1bYkJwUgnIjidFPnCDhSRywqqsZ_SjnRDo/s640/blogger-image--1865956550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYUqnNDKnVpOFsgf-qc3t4vEDV7iNKtgeD7njVr_1Mg5AQUpPdNPbEM0YNwzjjxherOJp4bTTdqcvJUskDkJDfQGDPeSlkwUv0fSMMB6r-1bYkJwUgnIjidFPnCDhSRywqqsZ_SjnRDo/s640/blogger-image--1865956550.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfiZbRI3mXefhciyuhyphenhyphenIlSv0RjYJXfEc-Ya5idF4R9Bbjqmlns72YQNmO-n4E3Z88DpHbw0uKpOwFQNA0yEV4kBGNWljHSIQJ10j1PAaV_YrBgemfcl-SAR0mF1t7emsokLabnsP1V7Y/s640/blogger-image-757817623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfiZbRI3mXefhciyuhyphenhyphenIlSv0RjYJXfEc-Ya5idF4R9Bbjqmlns72YQNmO-n4E3Z88DpHbw0uKpOwFQNA0yEV4kBGNWljHSIQJ10j1PAaV_YrBgemfcl-SAR0mF1t7emsokLabnsP1V7Y/s640/blogger-image-757817623.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmlw2iiq4N2mkKVxRHTBK3Jdm6-2GoLzt2j43tOyFNccWNe2brGCyL66INZBwrtaUGyRotIENZWB9vjyGb-BU35e6j6cPd3_-AMSya_tjkFUgypqAMhxxIfMd4uytb2CXajrpNGiSaRw/s640/blogger-image-1415288104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmlw2iiq4N2mkKVxRHTBK3Jdm6-2GoLzt2j43tOyFNccWNe2brGCyL66INZBwrtaUGyRotIENZWB9vjyGb-BU35e6j6cPd3_-AMSya_tjkFUgypqAMhxxIfMd4uytb2CXajrpNGiSaRw/s640/blogger-image-1415288104.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhaXzHAi1YiyGxIqJcfFhkSa6x8twBRIeR_POukWozAWZuZVIqGv7XnyAPfnf9HWzIsSIGgtpWpJyBmvtI7_n820RvsWWcfsSMWteSUfax48ArIs-lrufSEVO8se_CrrUW8lrxfY8pY4/s640/blogger-image--1781021812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhaXzHAi1YiyGxIqJcfFhkSa6x8twBRIeR_POukWozAWZuZVIqGv7XnyAPfnf9HWzIsSIGgtpWpJyBmvtI7_n820RvsWWcfsSMWteSUfax48ArIs-lrufSEVO8se_CrrUW8lrxfY8pY4/s640/blogger-image--1781021812.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSmuT9BqTD53gdj5s1dZkFFKSLzlGzUBgH5WNsrCI5nIBB3mvAAHrSjgUtSZrREmUSzjYTDtgAKvY6vfUp50MKweOAzG0UHhjaXqCENRJJgutDYwWk44xisC18XIltPj-aIufXs6yfyw/s640/blogger-image--1934124736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSmuT9BqTD53gdj5s1dZkFFKSLzlGzUBgH5WNsrCI5nIBB3mvAAHrSjgUtSZrREmUSzjYTDtgAKvY6vfUp50MKweOAzG0UHhjaXqCENRJJgutDYwWk44xisC18XIltPj-aIufXs6yfyw/s640/blogger-image--1934124736.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Praying 🙏</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-28720081193119423832014-05-14T20:22:00.001-05:002015-01-02T22:17:56.775-06:00Things three year olds say<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Posted Jan. 2, 2015</div>This age is HILARIOUS!!!<div>Things N tells me: (I started this last summer... Now is a good time to finish :))</div><div><br></div><div>Two years old: When he gets in a hot car he immediately starts groaning/whining, wrinkling his nose and tells me "The sun is in my nose!!!"</div><div><br></div><div>My favorite, "I need to hold you mama."</div><div><br></div><div>Three years old:</div><div>"Daddy, will you wipe the hair off your face so I can kiss you good night?"</div><div><br></div><div>"Oh no! A flew almost went in my ear!"(fly)</div><div><br></div><div>His slang word is "Taco Bell". Literally. He's never been there yet for 6 months he'll call you a Taco Bell if he doesn't like something. "Aw, Taco Bell!!!" </div><div><br></div><div>Ben: noa h, I'm going to count to three...</div><div>Noa h: Taco Bell!</div><div><br></div><div>"La yl a Be ss is being a Taco Bell...." </div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXpCIb3i7A5a_sndVpUrVEHb2AX3_r-jPtrIGtcBahP2VzkmuKS4rMC9kV1D9dIjb6WKu5vdVkDJnzRjMl4W7QYACiUQ1Azice3aBa7FiCsWiARFVpfqBhrrcPTY4GMlVl6EG2nx3Hx8/s640/blogger-image-20131162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXpCIb3i7A5a_sndVpUrVEHb2AX3_r-jPtrIGtcBahP2VzkmuKS4rMC9kV1D9dIjb6WKu5vdVkDJnzRjMl4W7QYACiUQ1Azice3aBa7FiCsWiARFVpfqBhrrcPTY4GMlVl6EG2nx3Hx8/s640/blogger-image-20131162.jpg"></font></a></div><div><br></div><div>Kids crack me up!</div>D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-38003788313075263512014-05-14T20:18:00.001-05:002014-05-14T20:18:16.973-05:00One year with LB<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>I'm at month late, but we have had a wonderful year with our sweet girl. She's feisty, yet sweet and snuggly. Well, mostly she's feisty about being snuggly. Girl LOVES to be held... And eat. 😋<div>We celebrated her first birthday at Nana's house with a small party but lots of fun. Here are her stats: <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1BDyDfHSKP9YXGFgFcMJ3cZzR9WFJ1Iw31RJwUG3MyizXmO1kr5TCqhjamt_KsZg1M6qd4guU98fpEov6WPjJsM-ZnAX1gxbc4uGQErQhi5CX5cDV595EY9VRBqwWYMPBnqmYNfob28/s640/blogger-image-1277459672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1BDyDfHSKP9YXGFgFcMJ3cZzR9WFJ1Iw31RJwUG3MyizXmO1kr5TCqhjamt_KsZg1M6qd4guU98fpEov6WPjJsM-ZnAX1gxbc4uGQErQhi5CX5cDV595EY9VRBqwWYMPBnqmYNfob28/s640/blogger-image-1277459672.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIt_PJIcDFbJ4nihHBsiM52jtW-95cIV6uiEUApQQ_VctK1itIvIlIwrZroFaipQ3RQLwLuImPma7TFWhw6q3mYJDw3CMBxtTYi49BZBXW8EQM0ceeGOXSGgLHkVNCT2zdASUpX6fqo/s640/blogger-image-1404375606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIt_PJIcDFbJ4nihHBsiM52jtW-95cIV6uiEUApQQ_VctK1itIvIlIwrZroFaipQ3RQLwLuImPma7TFWhw6q3mYJDw3CMBxtTYi49BZBXW8EQM0ceeGOXSGgLHkVNCT2zdASUpX6fqo/s640/blogger-image-1404375606.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She didn't like her hands dirty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwIt_PJIcDFbJ4nihHBsiM52jtW-95cIV6uiEUApQQ_VctK1itIvIlIwrZroFaipQ3RQLwLuImPma7TFWhw6q3mYJDw3CMBxtTYi49BZBXW8EQM0ceeGOXSGgLHkVNCT2zdASUpX6fqo/s640/blogger-image-1404375606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIdC7iZ8R-NPqFvqO468nzQId1J7qhyphenhyphenuGAb4jtjRyjD4-wkxH27HBJUa80ijTOncMI3SE2Na3W4t_JOiiapPykhrKcOd3naDpYPTNHfuzF4jvAKd1t7aqcgR-nD6HPBrsViJty63cLWQ/s640/blogger-image-1416861079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIdC7iZ8R-NPqFvqO468nzQId1J7qhyphenhyphenuGAb4jtjRyjD4-wkxH27HBJUa80ijTOncMI3SE2Na3W4t_JOiiapPykhrKcOd3naDpYPTNHfuzF4jvAKd1t7aqcgR-nD6HPBrsViJty63cLWQ/s640/blogger-image-1416861079.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">LB cracks us up and brings us so much joy. She's a great sleeper and will play independently as long as someone's close so she can get a hug in every little bit. She yells a lot at daycare because they don't comply with her demands (quiet and dark for sleeping, feeding her every single time anyone else in the room eats, holding her every time she needs a hug). When she yells/screams at home I typically put her to bed because I know it means she's tired, but it's not that simple at school. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-WU5aihRAxfWLyLWcaxb-O53SLA99g5G_TuvDXgLgAL2IJ4F3ogQG90TrNnwQ9U6yWAPJeVncL5LlLoGBO3S_iRUnbXyHs_y19AD5DK9qlTQ6CH6SbfJ_N7P9TR_0qSqTslor_1q9JU/s640/blogger-image-1888366844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-WU5aihRAxfWLyLWcaxb-O53SLA99g5G_TuvDXgLgAL2IJ4F3ogQG90TrNnwQ9U6yWAPJeVncL5LlLoGBO3S_iRUnbXyHs_y19AD5DK9qlTQ6CH6SbfJ_N7P9TR_0qSqTslor_1q9JU/s640/blogger-image-1888366844.jpg"></a></div>She loves her purse or any bag on her arm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDntQbLAPu9u_3na6Zw3BqctBMY7XsatKBAJgW55k-i8xukOcEwmVuz409AkwFTOuhvQxT692AWvXgx_3-N1ikwu5pBoOfIVGoYUsXAiOhOvIJ8xNqzS9f3y3xj8heUu125vLgjtZRmGQ/s640/blogger-image--1177680186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDntQbLAPu9u_3na6Zw3BqctBMY7XsatKBAJgW55k-i8xukOcEwmVuz409AkwFTOuhvQxT692AWvXgx_3-N1ikwu5pBoOfIVGoYUsXAiOhOvIJ8xNqzS9f3y3xj8heUu125vLgjtZRmGQ/s640/blogger-image--1177680186.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Getting sprayed by the hose!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynvAMqXn09m_WsBNGnrNdtjElHKvNqQybt3QFZDLxpezbHXGBeBMBKw8zDbIzsRuXvS5Vim52cxalZzbvTcs3qQrZ1xeWf77fUQGJpvQJeBl3tJA9ovMs8Lyt-nTgweFftPHBkz0k33o/s640/blogger-image-106873606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynvAMqXn09m_WsBNGnrNdtjElHKvNqQybt3QFZDLxpezbHXGBeBMBKw8zDbIzsRuXvS5Vim52cxalZzbvTcs3qQrZ1xeWf77fUQGJpvQJeBl3tJA9ovMs8Lyt-nTgweFftPHBkz0k33o/s640/blogger-image-106873606.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I love that she still loves to be held. N was way too wiggly to snuggle at this age. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBvDBzryxjVeYgfsw_k-2hhwIXh0-v6N5xcNuoilBQ1NEJsYIImmVet4P4pAgijWvK1UQU1TGN4i-RlAIVQWyJcnX-ACfX6tixl4XwS2Rwrwl2wEWQAGh08po515osVfCGRp0RqIH4Ew/s640/blogger-image-1563627124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBvDBzryxjVeYgfsw_k-2hhwIXh0-v6N5xcNuoilBQ1NEJsYIImmVet4P4pAgijWvK1UQU1TGN4i-RlAIVQWyJcnX-ACfX6tixl4XwS2Rwrwl2wEWQAGh08po515osVfCGRp0RqIH4Ew/s640/blogger-image-1563627124.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-78540444729391559712014-01-04T20:36:00.001-06:002014-01-04T20:36:23.631-06:00Christmas 2013I am so behind in posting, but we had such a wonderful Christmas that I do not want to forget it! We put our tree up the week before Thanksgiving because I was in major need of some Christmas cheer. I enjoyed every minute the tree was up, but have since taken everything down to the dismay of my 2-year-old. I am glad to have the space back, but look forward to next year already!<br />
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Alabama weather is CRAZY! I saw an e-card today that said "A place where you can get sunburned one day and frostbit the next." This picture above was a few days before Christmas and we were making sure our 'tornado helmets' fit as we prepared for the bad weather. Thankfully it was just a loud windy storm for us. </div>
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Getting ready to go to Christmas Eve Service.</div>
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We did DIY stockings this year. Maybe one day we'll have the cute matching monogrammed ones :), but in the meantime these were great. LB LOVED this bell. It was huge so it wasn't a choking hazard. </div>
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Some Christmas decorations that Ben's mom gave to us this year so we could decorate for the 2 Christmas celebrations I signed us up to host. Lol! Ben thought I was crazy, but it is easier to host it so I can put LB to bed instead of trying to visit with people with an 8-month old WAAAY past her bedtime. I loved this DIY printable next the the angel. Just search Christmas Printable on Pinterest. There are a ton! </div>
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LB found herself a present Christmas morning! (I have no idea what that spot is on her head.)</div>
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Going after the presents! I don't do Christmas chaos... we take turns open presents and make it last. It took us over an hour to open presents and I loved every second. </div>
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This one cracks me up because LB grabbed those puffs and flipped it upside down before I could even realize it, but it was caught on camera which made it all okay... plus entertained her and our dog the rest of the present opening. </div>
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LB and Ben's mom's fiance. Papa Raymond</div>
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N still thinks both Scout and Violet are his. </div>
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We traveled to Florida to visit family the day after Christmas and had a WONDERFUL visit. </div>
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LB and her pop-pop (my dad)</div>
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It was an amazing Christmas season!<span style="color: #0000ee;"> We were able to celebrate Jes<span style="color: #0000ee;">us' birthday, N sang Happy Birthday to Jes<span style="color: #0000ee;">us at least 200 times. <span style="color: #0000ee;">I loved every m<span style="color: #0000ee;">inute of it. I am so thankful to be able to spend it with so much family<span style="color: #0000ee;"> and have 2 weeks off to <span style="color: #0000ee;">be able to travel to see everyone. </span></span></span></span></span></span><u><br /></u></span></div>
<br />D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-42814752860451202302013-12-12T19:41:00.000-06:002014-01-04T19:48:12.834-06:00In a valleyIt's been over a month since my last post. I love reading your blogs and miss it when some of you go MIA. I wish I kept up more. I am in a valley this week and strangely thought it a good time to post. We have been fighting illness for months. I have officially taken on too much at work (with ever looming more standards and requirements to meet) and honestly I work with a few pretty mean adults that truly suck the joy out of me. Every few weeks they get to me and I struggle to continue to overcome them. I have prayed about that situation for 4 years now... It's rough. I work with LOTS of amazing people, but 3 bad apples really have do me in sometimes.<br />
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LB is almost 8 months old. It's unreal. I feel like I have baby fever all the time because she's growing up so fast, I want her to stay little! But she's amazing! She's been crawling for awhile now, pulls up on a lot, nearly ready to walk if she could get her little legs to cooperate. She still nurses throughout the day, but LOVES her food. Howevever she has had the most stubborn cold for a month. It may just be a daycare/winter cold, but I surely hope it doesn't last until springtime. She graciously shared it with Ben and I so we've both been trying to fight it off for 2 weeks. What kind of cold is this?<br />
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N is 2.5 years old. He talks every moment of his day, lol! Seriously the kid can talk. A LOT. I try to remind myself how much of a blessing this is, but some days when I drop him off at daycare I drive to work in silence and let my ears recover :). When I have enough energy to keep up with his conversations he cracks me up. He notices everything and asks about everything he sees, but mostly repeats EVERYTHING he hears... everything!<br />
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Most of our conversations go like this:<br />
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N, "what dis mama?"<br />
Me: "what do you think it is n?"<br />
N: "yeah!.......mama.... What dis?"<br />
Me: "a candy cane n."<br />
N: "oohhhhh, a candy cane? Mama, is dis a candy cane?"<br />
Me: "............"<br />
N: "mama, dis a candy cane? Mama..... Mama.....?"<br />
Me: "yes... A candy cane"<br />
N: "candy cane.... Wook mama! A candy cane!!!!"<br />
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Lol! This goes on and on. I hope this means he will still talk to me this much when he gets older. I try really hard to continue to talk and tell him things even when I've had a really long day at work and just want peace and quiet. One day I'll miss his sweet innocent questions and curiosity.<br />
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N has been coughing for over 4 months. I ignored it for a couple months but when he got a virus I called and mentioned it as a side not, but the doctor was more concerned about the coughing than anything else. We'll it kept getting worse and worse. So mucus so that I couldn't remember the last time either of us slept though the night. His coughing fits would last for over 45 minutes, until we could get Benadryl in his system (the ONLY thing that made a difference) A few doctor visit is and meds later our doctor said N has a reactive airway.... Even google couldn't quiet clear it up for me, but he started breathing treatments yesterday that he'll continue for 6 months to hopefully clear this up. And guess what, he finally slept through the night last night with only 1 dose of Benadryl! Woooo!<br />
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I'm also struggling with coming to grips with finances. I get so overwhelmed some time with how expensive things are and trying to make all the ends meet. I've never had much of a hard time with "wants" but lately it's eating me up. I want everything I don't have...fancy clothes, all those perfect kids clothes, nice furniture, new shoes.... Worldly STUFF!! God has ALWAYS provided everything we need, EVERYTHING. I don't know why I am letting myself struggle with it. Valleys are where growth happens and I am asking and calling out His name that he help me overcome this.<br />
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A few pictures to add to my dreary post! :) <br />
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Sick LB</div>
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The past three weeks have intensely done me in, it started with trying to get back into Zumba so I could hopefully get back into my jeans, but then I volunteered to help start an after school program, attend a moms bible study, go to 3 or 4 fall festivals, visit my family, have a child get sick, chaperone the beauty walk and then I get to travel to Dothan for the peanut festival.... Omg.... I need a margarita, but then it would interrupt my nursing and pumping which makes things more stressful... Maybe I just need a personal day and a house cleaner! :) :)<br>
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LB is officially crawling as of today! She's been scooting/rocking on all 4s for about a month, but today she had her little hands moving forward one by one. I feel like I already (or still?) have baby fever though because she's growing up so fast. I just want to scoop her out of her crib and hold her all night. I don't know if we'll have more, so I just want to soak her in. Even if that means she's rotten at school from time to time. We DID get a positive report today though. They said she is learning she is not queen bee in there. Whew! At home she's usually pretty good. In bed by 5:45 or 6, 12 hours of sleep, up to nurse at 6 then hangs out in the kitchen until it's time to wake N up. And by hang out it mean yell occasionally or squeal to get anyone and everyone looking at her... Queen bee. She's ready to run and keep up with N that is for sure. She's in LOVE with him and he still loves her right back. ❤️❤️❤️<br>
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N on the other hand gets to be free from his boot tomorrow! (It's officially been 2 months since he got his cast on a broken leg.) I am so ready for him to be free from it although it hasn't slowed him down ONE BIT! Dr. A said he couldn't believe how active he was with one leg... Lol, I said that's why he broke his leg to begin with... Busy busy boy.<br>
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Life is fun and great and I'm tired, but I'll sleep later. ;) I have a 2 year old and 6.5 month old. Precious sweet blessings. <br>
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N turned 2 a couple weeks ago so I want to give him his own post that I can look back on and remember where he was at just 2-years-old. <br />
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He successfully blew out his candles at each one of his celebrations :)</div>
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We started celebrating his birthday in North Carolina, then had our own little birthday celebration on his actual day at home and finally had his 'party' this past weekend at our house with a few friends including his BEST friend (and cousin) Cara. <br />
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At N's 2-year-old check up he was 36" tall (90th percentile), weighed 27.5lbs (50th percentile) and had a 19" head (50th percentile). These are our typical percentiles and we suspect he will be tall like his dad (6'4"). He wears mostly 3T now. He was also cutting his 2-year-old molars, which I had no clue. He's done great with them minus a low-grade fever (typical) which then caused him to get heat rash ALL over his body after he played outside in the heat with the fever. (Didn't realize until after the heat rash that he had a fever :(<br />
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Pancakes, cool whip & sprinkles for birthday breakfast! Sierra wants some too :)</div>
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The doctor asked if N could say 20 words which made me laugh. I said um, more like 2000 words? N will repeat EVERYTHING you say, but also uses around 90% of what he says in the correct context. Even words like again, after, echo, no its not, i like it, i not reach it, help mama, bless you mama, thank you, no thank you, where are you, what are you doing, where are you going, etc... Talkative is an understatement. :) <br />
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He is still taking a 2-3 hour nap during the day and sleeps generally 12 hours at night still, although his can be flexible if we are doing something fun and keep him up later. N is not the best eater though, but the doctor said it was completely normal. He has days where he eats a ton and then won't eat barely anything for a day or two. He is very picky too. He likes yogurt, cooked carrots, chicken salad, chicken enchiladas (home made), ALL snacks & sweets, watermelon and cheese. HA! That's about it.<br />
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He is officially pacifier-free too! I was not ready for this at all, but the doctor told us the sooner we do it the easier it will be on him. Ben made the decision on Sunday that would be the day and so today was 5 days without it! Whew. He had a few moments of sheer sadness when he couldn't have it, but really he's done great. AND now we can put footed pajamas back on him! For some strange reason he would put his paci inside his pajamas and when he had on footed pajamas he couldn't get it back out... which would mean at 2am he'd cry for us to come get it out for him... thus we stopped putting those pajamas on him so his paci couldn't get trapped. Silly boy. <br />
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The past 2 years have been so much fun with this precious boy. He has such a kind heart. LOVES his sister. His teacher told us he talks about her at school all the time. The teacher said she didn't know her name though since all N calls her is 'baby'. Today I took LB to school to pick N up and when I opened the door all the kids came running to see her. N got so worried telling them all NO! NO BABY!! and trying to keep them from grabbing her. It really was precious to see him be protective of her. He even reminds me to put the baby in/out of the car (not that I need reminding) - he will tell me as soon as I put him in or get him out, "get baby mama".<br />
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There are no words to explain the joy we have that God allowed us to raise N. He is fun, smart, kind, somewhat passive, can be wild and crazy, is so funny (he says all the time 'I funny mama"... "uh, no throwing your food at the dog is not so funny N..."). We just LOVE LOVE LOVE him to pieces. He loves to rock and sing songs before bed and this is one of my favorite moments as he lays his head on me, mumbles the words along with me and sings. Sweet child. <br />
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I am in the car at this moment sitting in the back with an 11 week old and an almost 2-year-old (tomorrow is his birthday). We are on the way home from North Carolina where we visited Ben's grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousins. It was a quick trip we planned at the last minute. This side of the family are not travelers so we knew for them to meet LB we needed to head up to see them. Since I only have about a week at Christmas, we decided summer would be our best option. I have to admit I was not looking forward to this trip too much. I was dreading the 11 hour drive that would only be separated by 2 days of visiting.<br />
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We were able to visit with both Ben's grandparents, the kids' great-grandparents. We had N an early birthday party of sorts last night. As usual I was much more excited than him. :) ONE DAY his excitement will catch up.... one day! He wasn't really catching on until we sang 'Happy Birthday' and then he joined along very excitedly... still not realizing it was HIS birthday, ha! They have parties all the time at school for his classmates so he knows the song. Tuesday when he goes to school it will be his day :)<br />
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LB got to meet her cousin whom she is named after (middle name). A sweet sweet lady.<br />
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and almost turned over! She got to her actual tummy once but had her arm stuck under her. Here shes gone cross-eyed fascinated by her hand after making it to her side. Distractions..<br />
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We tried to get great-granddaddy to blow a birthday horn with N, but he would have nothing of it. Everyone sing with me, "Every party has a pooper that's why we invited you.... party pooper..... that's you!" ha! Noah loved making sure he had his cane though.<br />
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It was fun none-the-less :) Ben's mom came with us and she had a good time visiting her family as well even though she comes up here much more frequently than we do. We've been lucky just to get up there every other year. <br />
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D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-91928625610355676782013-06-26T21:15:00.002-05:002013-06-26T21:15:42.280-05:00Summer Lovin'... Had Me a Blast<div style="text-align: center;">
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Life is great! I am currently recovering from working three 10-hour days with my little bug. It has been a long week, but it is a blessing I can take her to work with me while Ben's mom traveled to Italy. I have been trying to catch up on blogging since we've had so much fun the past few weeks. We have played outside a lot, running around aimlessly. :)</div>
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We spent Father's Day at my parents house with my parents and older brother's family. We attempted to get a new picture of all the grandkids now that LB is here... here is a typical shot - Casino (the white dog) photobombs EVERY picture, LB looks like she's falling out and half the kids aren't looking. Hilarious! <br />
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Ava, my oldest niece, LOVES frogs. Here she caught one and was showing me, N thinks its hysterical... he likes frogs as long as someone else is holding them. </div>
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We then went to my grandmother's house last week with my mom, brother, sister-in-law, 2 nieces and nephew. It was a crazy blast. My nieces are 90 mph most of the time and N is usually 20 feet behind trying very hard to keep up. He LOVES them. He thinks they are both named 'Cara' although only one of them really is. He asks about Cara every day and when he sees a little red-headed girl, he says, CARA!!! </div>
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LB & Great-Grandma Ocean</div>
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Even LB is fascinated with Cara. </div>
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LB was wonderful at the beach. All 4 of us slept in one room which made me very nervous at first that no one would get any sleep, but everyone did great! N was so worn out every day that he gladly got in bed with his paci and LB has gotten herself into a little routine which I am loving. The sleep training hasn't been 100% since we went on vacation, but the part that we worked on prior to going was her laying in her bed and putting herself to sleep which is going really well! I lay her down after her last feeding and she'll wiggle and talk for a few minutes before her little arms go above her head and out she goes. Presh. She's still waking up once, sometimes twice a night, but nurses quickly and goes back to bed. I really can't complain. </div>
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Anyways, the beach was a blast, we stayed up late, rode bicycles, played in the sand, watched for lizards and manatees and really just had a great time together. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Daddy wasn't thrilled about this when he walked in, but it WAS washable paint... no harm :)</span></div>
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I have thoroughly enjoyed my time off these past 8 weeks. We've had a lot of fun and I've enjoyed this maternity leave more
because I was probably forced to stay awake and pay attention to my
almost-2-year-old. :) I have technically started back to work, but since I am a 10-month employee and my principal is awesome, she is allowing me to work whenever I can to get in my 20-days during the summer. This means that I'm working about 2-days a week all summer with 2 weeks that I have the entire week off. Also, I have no childcare for LB while my mother-in-law is in Italy, so LB comes to work with me! It is wonderful! <br />
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Look what I can do!</div>
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N has cut back to just 3 days a week at school. Last week we went to the McWane Center (a hands-on-museum) with a good friend and her 18-month twins. N is 23 months currently. Then this weekend we had a small-group social at our house with 5 other couples and their children. It was really fun. One of the kids who came told his dad that he had "100-fun!" ha! I'm assuming that is good.<br />
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Today we had to go on a road trip to Birmingham for LB's 8 week check-up. (She'll be 8 weeks tomorrow.)<br />
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Her stats:<br />
Weight: 75th percentile - 10lbs 9oz (I had just fed her, but still...)<br />
Height: 95th percentile - 24 inches long<br />
Head: 75th percentile - 15 inches<br />
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We have a big baby on our hands! She has gained 3 pounds in 5.5 weeks. The doctor was very pleased with her and slightly shocked at how 'tall' she is. They left off her percentile at her 2 weeks appointment, so I asked today and he said she was 'off the charts' at 22 inches. Which makes me think they measured her wrong at birth. They said she was just 19 inches... is it possible to grow 3 inches in 2 weeks and another 2" in just 5? We also never got a picture of her accurate weight, but several pictures of other weights.... which also makes me think we aren't sure what she really weighed... give or take an ounce. It was almost midnight, maybe the nurse was tired.<br />
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We started sleep training with LB 3 days ago. She had accomplished step 1 about a week ago which is nursing every 4 hours during the day. Step 2 is eliminating night feedings & Step 3 is sleeping/resting 12 hours. (N has done it since 16 weeks old very happily. He still sleeps 12 hours if we don't have to wake him up for school/work.) So this next step involves laying her down at 7 (my assigned bedtime for her) and letting her cry it out in a sense (she only cries for 2 minutes and then I go back in and hush her and put her paci in - which is really the only problem - I just can't pick her back up unless she's escalating). Last night she cried/yelled about her paci off and on for about 2 hours until it was time to eat again at 11. From 11 she slept until 4am, nursed and back to sleep until 6:30. Well, tonight is already better, we only had to go in there 4 times to put her paci back in and so far she's content. The elimination of night feedings will be my biggest struggle since she is nursing and I can't adjust it by ounces. The book says to slowly lessen the time she nurses by 3 minutes (instead of 3 ounces) every 3 nights. 2nd night feeding first, then 1st, then 3rd if there is one. So the 2-4am feeding is already down to only 9 minutes of nursing by her own will. The 11pm feeding is still a full 20-minutes, no 3rd feeding since 7am is when she should be waking anyway. I hope in 4 weeks we really will have this down. <br />
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I am ready for this step to be over already. I know it will work if I will be consistent, but its SO hard to just not go in there and scoop her up and let her sleep on me for an hour or so while I rock her :) (Thankfully the book says after 6 weeks she can be rocked to sleep once or twice a week, just not 2 days in a row, otherwise we'll build bad habits.)<br />
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Sweet brother! </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(I don't know how to do with his hair... its SO straight it goes right back like this no matter how hard I try to comb, move, anything.)</span></div>
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And then, he's done! LB almost fell on the floor :(</div>
N's update:<br />
He's HILARIOUS! Today he talked the ENTIRE time from Tuscaloosa to Birmingham and back. I understood most of what he said, but I'm pretty sure 75% of the time he wasn't even really talking to me, but to himself. He'd talk about his daddy and how he has a big truck. He'd say Bye Daddy! about 90 times. He'd sing/mimick the radio, then tell me 'hey mama' randomly. Just so funny. At the doctor, as Dr. A was trying to talk to me about LB, N got really close to him and said, "Hey!... Hey!... Hey!... Hey! Hey!" until Dr. A finally acknowledged him. N then proceeded to get every item out of the diaper bag and tell us whose it was. He came across one of my earrings and looked at it for a long time and then tried to give it to Dr. A. He decided that item was his, lol!<br />
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N is just a wonderful, kind-hearted little boy. He does throw the occasional tantrum when he doesn't get his way, but thankfully they don't last too long and don't involve throwing his body down or anything beyond some wailing and lots of tears. He's a wonderful helper. Ben told him to clean his toys up when we went to get him at church nursery yesterday and we then had to wait 10 minutes for N to clean up EVERY toy in the nursery. The worker kept telling him that was good, but N wasn't satisfied.<br />
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He talks about the potty a lot during the day and wants to sit on it any time someone else has to potty, but doesn't ever actually do anything. <br />
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He gives lots of hugs and kisses and says 'bless you' & 'thank you' ALLLL the time. He'll say 'Love You' if you remind him too, but I can't wait until he volunteers it himself. :) <br />
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This is a very funny age, the things he says crack me up. <br />
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Overall, even though I am tired, could use a pedicure and a nap, I wouldn't trade this time for
anything. It is so sweet. I am very thankful LB is a mostly-easy going
baby and N has adjusted so well to her being at home. He's bossy, but
very sweet. <br />
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What a month it has been!<br />
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LB (which are her initials and also stand for 'little bug' which she gets called a lot :)) started out sleeping wonderfully when we got home from the hospital. 7 hours several nights!! I even called the doctor to make sure it was okay. Week 3 brought us back to reality because she became a normal baby - waking every 2 to 4 hours at night to eat. </div>
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Weeks 4/5 have been similar, however she did sleep 7 hours on Mother's Day, what a wonderful present :) However, last night she was up at 12, 1, 2, 3.... I dreamed I put her in a trash can... How sad is that?! Thankfully I went back and got her out. </div>
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It has been a fun month. More so than N's 1st month where I felt like a zombie and didn't remember what happened for 4 weeks I was so tired.</div>
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my dad and LB.. too cute<br />
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We hit the park last week while N was home avoiding the hand, foot, mouth disease. We played outside a lot, did a few hand/feet print projects (my favorite!), went to my mom's to celebrate Mother's Day. It was a WONDERFUL weekend playing with cousins. I can't wait until LB is old enough to join in the fun. Then this week the girls and my sister-in-law came to us and spent the night.</div>
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N loves to play with his cousins and it makes my heart so full to see him have SO much fun with them. </div>
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LB has been pretty content to keep up with all we have to do with N, although I would say the thing she hates most is her car seat - hates it!It will be a long drive to the beach next month.... </div>
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LB one-month stats from last week:</div>
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Weighs about 8 lbs 11oz. </div>
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Hates to have her arms swaddled so we swaddle from the waist down.<br />
Sleeps in her crib (which is propped up on one-side to create a slant as recommended by our doctor - GREAT idea!)</div>
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Her eyes are lightening up to a pretty blue, just like big brother :)</div>
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Is an excellent nurser - compared to N - eats in about 15-20 min. Typically eats 2.5-4oz per time. </div>
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Laughs in her sleep ALL the time. Hilarious! I can't wait until she laughs and smiles awake. She smiled once a big smile and then the corners of her mouth will go up like she's trying to, but just doesn't get it yet.)<br />
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This is what happens when we do tummy time, N is RIGHT there lol!</div>
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I am actually going back to work today and tomorrow for a half day, but LB gets to come with me. Next week will be my first day away from her so I can present at a workshop. However, she won't start day care until August which means she will be 17 weeks old when she starts! I am SO thankful for this since N had to start at 8 weeks. My mother-in-law will be watching her some this summer while I work, but my principal said she can come with me as much as she needs to since there aren't any kids at school. Hooray!<br />
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D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-53643556314806598892013-04-23T14:55:00.001-05:002013-04-23T14:55:35.697-05:00And then there were four...Well our sweet girl is here! She is 1 week old today! It has been a wonderful week. <br />
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Pumpkin girl's birth story is not nearly as eventful as N's, mostly because it was so fast!! Which is still surprising to me. Last Tuesday, after I posted a blog at 5am, it was a regular work day. I came home with N and Ben was finishing the swing set outside so N and I blew bubbles and played while watching daddy build. I swept the decks and had some braxton hicks contractions that felt like they were getting a tiny bit stronger, but nothing to be concerned with. I came in to deal with some work things about 5 and told Ben that I probably needed to sit down for a few minutes because of the contractions. I was 39 weeks and 1 day. (N was born at 39 weeks and 1 day also :)<br />
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At 5:45, Ben had just gotten out of the shower (in case the contractions turned into anything) and I was sitting on the couch watching Noah play. I sat up to go shower also and my water broke. Now I know people say you'll know if its your water vs. pee, but I have to say... that is not all that clear to me. I went to the restroom and still, no clue if it was water vs. pee. I called the doctor, she said "You'll know if its your water, you'd have to change clothes." I said, "Well, if I peed myself I'd have to change clothes too." She said, "I'm pretty sure its your water." I made sure I had time to take a quick shower and yelled to Ben to pack up. I did eventually establish that it was my water b/c it does just keep coming. TMI? Anyways, so Ben ran around with N packing the car and dogs up. (We'd already had most things in the car ready to go.) We got in the car about 6: 15 for our 1.5 hour trip to the hospital and by then I was definitely having regular contractions.<br />
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I was worried N would be worried about me whining and whimpering through contractions, but VeggieTales solved that problem. </div>
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At about 7:30pm and WAY too many red lights later we made it to the hospital. My parents met us there and swapped cars with us to take N and the dogs to their house. By the time we were checked in and settled I was having SUPER-strong contractions. My nurse checked me and I was 3cm. (2cm the day before.) An hour later I was crazy-psycho in labor because the back labor was SO bad. It literally felt like my back was splitting in two. I told her I NEEDED the epidural! She said we needed to hold off a little while until the doctor got there.<br />
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The nurse kept asking my pain level and I guess when I told her that I was a 10 and yes, 10 meant I was dying, she called the doctor and asked if she could go ahead and order the epidural. The anesthesiologist took an incredibly long 10 minutes to arrive and when he walked in he saw me freaking out - I couldn't sit still on the bed during the contractions they hurt so bad - and said to me, "I'm going to have to leave because I can't give an epidural like that...." Then my nurse called for backup. HA!<br />
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I said, NO PLEASE I'll calm down, to which I PRAYED my heart out for God to help me sit still. Two nurses and 4 horrible contractions later I had an epidural. And, I sat still... praise the Lord! The nurse checked again and I was 5cm. I told the nurse N's labor went rather quickly during the active labor stage and she said she'd keep an eye on things. The doctor finally arrived (she was out to eat at the mexican restaurant down the street apparently) about 10pm. Checked again, 6cm.... 1 more cm in 15 minutes. Said she'd be back.<br />
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At that point I think it took me a good 30 minutes to catch my breath and I was so relieved to not be in such intense pain anymore. We chatted with our amazing nurse and I turned on praise music. 45 minutes later I told her that she probably needed to check me again. She said they didn't like to check progress so frequently because of the risk of infection, but agreed. And... 10 cm! Literally from water breaking to 10 cm was 5 hours - 6cm to 10cm was 45 minutes.... She told me to do a 'practice push' to see if how fast the doctor needed to come and then said, no more! she definitely need to get the doctor.<br />
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The on-call doctor came back in and 2 pushes later, little girl was born. I was really in shock at how fast it all was although I wish I could say it wasn't excrutiating for an hour or so. But, once baby girl was out, epidural was off, we were able to have an hour or more of kangaroo care and just be in awe of her.<br />
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April 16 - 11:13pm - 7lbs 8oz - 19 inches long </div>
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Our hospital stay was fine, although maybe with baby #2 we weren't as nervous, so we were going a little more stir crazy - ready to go home. Plus our last 2 nurses we had were less than helpful. (they were frantic, didn't know anything about nursing, gave us wrong answers to hospital questions, etc.) Prior to that though we had wonderful nurses who's goal was to help. We were just very thankful Friday morning to leave and head home as a family of 4.<br />
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Since then baby girl has blessed us with good nights and contentedness. Noah has been really great with her, he's been getting sweeter and more aware of her - worrying when she cries, etc. Yesterday was his first day back at school and it must have a little overwhelming for him. The kids in his class bombarded him when he walked in patting and hugging him, which made him cry. And then when he got home he was exhausted which meant, very whiny and went to bed an hour early. I'm sure today will be a better day for him.<br />
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Being welcomed back to school yesterday.</div>
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Last night baby girl slept 7 hours straight, I fed her and then she slept another 3... crazy!!! I know this won't last, but I am so thankful for each long stretch of sleep I do get with her. She is a MUCH better nurser than N. She eats in less than 30 minutes where he was at least an hour to an hour & half - which led to me exclusively pumping for the rest of the year. I'm hoping with baby girl we can just nurse unless I'm at work. I weighed her after eating a couple times yesterday and at just 6 days old she was eating 2.5 ounces! I have my doubts this is right, but it said it a few times after she ate. She's had 2 doctor appointments to check her bilirubin and praise the Lord yesterday, it went down 2 points and she gained 4 ounces in two days. Which means no light bed! (That is NOT fun...)<br />
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Well - that is our life so far. And I turn 30 in 3 days :) My family is coming to our house to cook out and just hang around, and I'm excited. Honestly though, I'm so happy right now with life that I'm not too concerned about my birthday. God is just so good. I have the next 6 weeks off and then I work 2 days a week all summer. Ben's mom will come here and watch L during those 2 days. By the time I go back full time, baby girl will be 17 weeks old. That is such a blessing too. Little N had to go to day care at 8 weeks.<br />
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D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-63370383117670477762013-04-16T05:21:00.001-05:002013-04-16T05:24:22.085-05:00Baby L - 38/39 weeksI had my 39th week appointment yesterday (it is currently 5am, and I can't sleep bc it's too hot in our house, so I'm watching the duggars :) <br />
It was uneventful - same report for both 38 & 39 week appointments - measuring 38 weeks, almost 2cm and 0 effaced, which means pretty much nothing. <br />
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We are waiting this little girl out and not scheduling an induction at this point. Just a regular appt at 40 weeks and maybe baby girl will grace us with her presence by then. <br />
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I'm more comfortable since a cough I've had for what seems forever has mostly subsided and the not one, but two back muscles I've pulled coughing have healed. I definitely need to strengthen some muscles soon so that doesn't happen again. :)<br />
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Ben has started on N's Swingset in the backyard, we are so excited! We had a great weekend just loving the last little time as a family of 3, and enjoying the great weather blowing bubbles and running around outside. If baby girl stays put one more weekend, hopefully Ben can finish the Swingset just in time for N to have a great place to play. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDl7sbFGR4sfnfSRzuSVehWXC-gjHc6XXtS1GhyjKdWVE6NH0JBUi1k94d-iZNt6ikuS-mOhhbzIZbc8uRRs6MlYbi9oJdqB-tvP1wqyDN4WEret3TXGGgk_JpidkqutmSbqXkfqPdbqM/s640/blogger-image-1026133145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDl7sbFGR4sfnfSRzuSVehWXC-gjHc6XXtS1GhyjKdWVE6NH0JBUi1k94d-iZNt6ikuS-mOhhbzIZbc8uRRs6MlYbi9oJdqB-tvP1wqyDN4WEret3TXGGgk_JpidkqutmSbqXkfqPdbqM/s640/blogger-image-1026133145.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2xaYbRpPAvto3YrOS1tTKWONG_mfBEC02PEtyD-bvqvMr5eZaxsO-W3jsLH9k1rYKCXo7N85rKV9se1r_lVnjODrgPXMIcW4QPp3IKkKkQhdwZK_Zx3vidpb9WijWeyNEbDzLdX8Okc/s640/blogger-image-86375173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD2xaYbRpPAvto3YrOS1tTKWONG_mfBEC02PEtyD-bvqvMr5eZaxsO-W3jsLH9k1rYKCXo7N85rKV9se1r_lVnjODrgPXMIcW4QPp3IKkKkQhdwZK_Zx3vidpb9WijWeyNEbDzLdX8Okc/s640/blogger-image-86375173.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7TCVmzwxndUvpLRXIKNhPpDyH-FZQJt1BQNjORP6rrJD5yODmJOSbRbO8q-2Y_C3V9ergfBDQj1yeiAWEQ46nFnkudUjU9cUEk8WIsC0qaOG4hQPz_c-qh3WH4X3wTiGPkS6IYcnX_w/s640/blogger-image--670927694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7TCVmzwxndUvpLRXIKNhPpDyH-FZQJt1BQNjORP6rrJD5yODmJOSbRbO8q-2Y_C3V9ergfBDQj1yeiAWEQ46nFnkudUjU9cUEk8WIsC0qaOG4hQPz_c-qh3WH4X3wTiGPkS6IYcnX_w/s640/blogger-image--670927694.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxHG-9kJ1_gxK5wmslqw_oiDYw1O8sVRTAGOw__HeRVfoKmOunRuJdqYrOD42JVtL45scIYYw9sLo0AHsvaYJ3e_bTWIWe2-UIFRPwkLtfDT0rNTkTgw0bbDhHE1AMSi5En2urPkawsI/s640/blogger-image-317590570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxHG-9kJ1_gxK5wmslqw_oiDYw1O8sVRTAGOw__HeRVfoKmOunRuJdqYrOD42JVtL45scIYYw9sLo0AHsvaYJ3e_bTWIWe2-UIFRPwkLtfDT0rNTkTgw0bbDhHE1AMSi5En2urPkawsI/s640/blogger-image-317590570.jpg" /></a></div>D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-57462265199814708512013-04-01T21:56:00.001-05:002013-04-01T21:56:41.187-05:00Baby girl - 37 weeksWell in spite of my groaning and complaining, I've successfully made it to 37 weeks with zero progress towards going into labor any time soon. Literally- 1cm and 0 effaced. I think I decided tonight, I can mentally make it another 3 weeks, although if you ask me tomorrow my answer may be the complete opposite. :) <br />
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Baby girls heart rate was 143 today, pretty typical of each appointment. Blood pressure was 106/68, weight gain of 3lbs in one week... Making the grand total 36lbs so far. I have a terrible cough though that is making this milestone of 37 weeks less fun... It's the kind of cough that makes your head pound each time you cough - which also makes me feel like I'll have a baby every time also. Interesting feeling. <br />
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Friday we took N to his first zoo trip! He had a good time, but wasn't quite amazed like I thought he'd be. We'll get there! After 3 hours of walking around though, I think I over did it. I was sure I'd be having baby with the giraffe family. I haven't quite recovered since then either, which feels weird, but I am a day away from 37 weeks pregnant. Whew....!<br />
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We then played outside the rest of the day and had fun Easter activities today. The egg hunt was hilarious. I think Ben took it more seriously than any one! Tomorrow we will go to church and celebrate that Jesus is risen! We owe him so much and I am so thankful for the life he's given me. I love our new church and small-group. I feel like we are growing into the family, couple and people we are supposed to be in Christ.<br />
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As for my 36 week appointment last Monday, I'm huge, ready to have a baby, but she's not ready to be here yet. I KNOW this is a good thing so she can continue to grow in there, but WOW.... I am very ready. I need to look back on the posts where I was this pregnant with N, b/c I truly do not remember being this uncomfortable. I've had a few days this week where I felt back to myself, but mostly I feel like.... oh, my, gosh am I going to make it any longer?! 3 weeks and 1 day left until her due date.<br />
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N is in his new room. The nursery is all L's. Both their bags are packed and in the car along with a car seat for both. My clothes bag is ready, but bathroom items are hard to pack since we use them daily.<br />
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Here are some of my favorites from the past week: <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVi1qDFebji42RBF1yKLxjzsGKIKnbDp4iiqQsU5mZeNeP4es2aY8sOyMOJNHQIKNd5V1hnR9LbuZ_tN8vtMDwsJiWmYbtj7h8x72c1_rQ1G4MM74toezf6IgONDyW9txYj2ZvX3t3cw/s640/blogger-image--592049114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrVi1qDFebji42RBF1yKLxjzsGKIKnbDp4iiqQsU5mZeNeP4es2aY8sOyMOJNHQIKNd5V1hnR9LbuZ_tN8vtMDwsJiWmYbtj7h8x72c1_rQ1G4MM74toezf6IgONDyW9txYj2ZvX3t3cw/s640/blogger-image--592049114.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRa33cuMRLbnNbIcZu43ziuQeULPEf64kZoNBkcetOt9Wgrd_9AzHgSemkMW36dNIxvAS3ERgz-PIcOH1drq9JCmgTJUOjDlVLP2i6H0r9ZPVU8SnzKolfiIwo2ZnrMbnSkvQR-48A0RQ/s640/blogger-image--1329690036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRa33cuMRLbnNbIcZu43ziuQeULPEf64kZoNBkcetOt9Wgrd_9AzHgSemkMW36dNIxvAS3ERgz-PIcOH1drq9JCmgTJUOjDlVLP2i6H0r9ZPVU8SnzKolfiIwo2ZnrMbnSkvQR-48A0RQ/s640/blogger-image--1329690036.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUmJvktsa41hd0RCmoyhQ2AMR6fwbtGOut4Xsf-EwFllPs9BQnfA3YldsjQhC4SV3o2ZgI-f0OZdIr9e8L0drBsq5N8vyTMmH6Yi02ku9Yj7dB-jYb5o7vjGTGYJ5y0eZAqBpJo3rdKU/s640/blogger-image--861124648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUmJvktsa41hd0RCmoyhQ2AMR6fwbtGOut4Xsf-EwFllPs9BQnfA3YldsjQhC4SV3o2ZgI-f0OZdIr9e8L0drBsq5N8vyTMmH6Yi02ku9Yj7dB-jYb5o7vjGTGYJ5y0eZAqBpJo3rdKU/s640/blogger-image--861124648.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWZ3mf1udhme-q4l5VjBhXjCIjmXd2_4RGcoXTEVOYICgxPJykGMr7ciWVr3RCSgfbuxaHp80NdoQ7TdqTmoBHjD2mlUNPTSXSpsiU7Y7m5PHSMF3kfBmsk5_d3XFnMNsRskoD7MwbSs/s640/blogger-image-1224081980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWZ3mf1udhme-q4l5VjBhXjCIjmXd2_4RGcoXTEVOYICgxPJykGMr7ciWVr3RCSgfbuxaHp80NdoQ7TdqTmoBHjD2mlUNPTSXSpsiU7Y7m5PHSMF3kfBmsk5_d3XFnMNsRskoD7MwbSs/s640/blogger-image-1224081980.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9PVi_8dksl79kvf8UG_tjiJOoCtkEtmHcURkFjex4c9q31KY5FhrShTZ-ayidaez4fxYNpeeGkkV5rCom9xrKi3TcmKDnQSW58lqpWbfbIFnJJ4ctE1v4c-06SwYiYZfDYNsG7rBEOs/s640/blogger-image-705727289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9PVi_8dksl79kvf8UG_tjiJOoCtkEtmHcURkFjex4c9q31KY5FhrShTZ-ayidaez4fxYNpeeGkkV5rCom9xrKi3TcmKDnQSW58lqpWbfbIFnJJ4ctE1v4c-06SwYiYZfDYNsG7rBEOs/s640/blogger-image-705727289.jpg" /></a></div>D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-614193404979364382013-03-12T21:26:00.001-05:002013-03-12T21:26:35.437-05:00Thank you da-daN has been quite polite (at least to us at home... his behavior at school lately has been less than stellar) for a few weeks now saying 'thank you!' when we give him something and most recently 'please?' when wanting something. <br />
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Some how over the past few days his thank you has turned into a new phrase... <br />
N: 'More please?'<br />
(I give him something.)<br />
N: 'Thank you Dada!' <br />
Um... What???<br />
Me: 'I'm Mama.....thank you MA-MA..'<br />
N: 'Thank you Dada!'<br />
Me: 'Hmmm.... You're welcome'<br />
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This happens all day long now, most surprisingly when dada is no where to be found... Like in the car, at school or grocery store with just me and N. silly silly boy. <br />
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The word 'cup' that he's been saying for months has also become 'cupple'.... What on earth is a cupple?? Cup+Apple=cupple? Although its milk in there.... No apples. <br />
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There are only 6ish weeks where N will be an only child. I am trying so much to enjoy these last weeks with just him. It is made more difficult with the enormous belly I'm sporting, but we still find time to play, read a lot of books and sing & dance. I don't think this will change too drastically when baby L gets here, but it is still hard to imagine how life with 2 will change things..especially life with a newborn and a 20 month old. </div>
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Love these baby blues.</div>
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So tired on the way home from playing with friends.</div>
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Daddy gave him bubble bath for Valentine's Day - it is our newest favorite activity!</div>
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Visiting the doctor last weekend after several days of a high fever... still a happy camper, just a fever virus thank goodness. </div>
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A quote from our favorite book, "My daddy thinks he's very tall, but I'm the biggest of them all!"</div>
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Picnic lunch outside on one of the two days we've had sun this year! HURRY UP SPRING!</div>
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We love to read books! Reading the Baby Bible with Daddy before bed. </div>
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This is another one of our favorites. Its short, super sweet and makes me think of N. </div>
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We read this one every night too and it has a 'boo-boo' (dog) on almost every page which is his favorite, and N puts his little hands together to pray. :) Love. </div>
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"I love you through and through... yesterday, today and tomorrow too." </div>
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I love this sweet boy and can't wait to see him as a big brother. We haven't moved him out of the nursery yet, which was planned to have taken place at least a month ago. I am hoping this weekend's weather will allow us to get some painting finished so we can finish his jungle room!<br />
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N at 20 months:<br />
Says 'Thank you' a lot and yesterday started saying please<br />
Loves to give hugs and kisses - makes a 'mmmmm-mwah!' noise when he kisses<br />
Doesn't like to eat anything except bananas and cheese at the moment<br />
Weighs right in at 25 pounds<br />
Can say animal noises of just about all the animals I know the noises of.<br />
Still prefers to be outside with no toys than inside with every toy in the world.<br />
Loves his 'choo-choos' (we got a train table)<br />
Has to go in time-out occasionally, but is getting better about being in there and wants a hug as soon as he can get out.<br />
Still gets his paci at bed time and prior to today car rides, but today we decided to break car rides and it be an ONLY bed time thing. Wish us luck!<br />
Still thinks fake crying will help him get his way a few times a day... it does not lol!<br />
He has had a few 'cloudy' days at school lately and his teacher said her sweet N has gotten tough. I was so sad. She said he had to get tough to keep up with the 2 year olds in the class (there are 8 boys and 1 girl in there - all of which are MUCH older than N). I hope his sweet self will return when he is reshuffled into the classes next year with kids closer to his age. <br />
Goes to bed later now because they take late naps from 12:30-3:30 at school - so he goes to bed around 7, but it takes him about 30 minutes or so to fall asleep. He'll still lay in there and talk or wiggle around. I have to wake him up from a solid sleep every morning at 6:45. On weekends he'll give us until about 8 most mornings. D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-73221874445915521552013-02-25T22:09:00.001-06:002013-02-25T22:09:40.494-06:0032 weeks and a name!Just 8 short weeks left until our sweet baby girl is expected to arrive! She has a first name too!!!!! :) hooray!!!!<br />
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We'd been arguing/discussing it for months about what to name her. Ben got stuck on his Mom's maiden name as a first name that I couldn't love. If you know our last name it just didn't go we'll together. Her maiden name is Brinkley. <br />
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So after we prayed about it together a couple weeks ago, the next day I just said nonchalantly, 'what about Layla?' To which he said, yeah... That sounds good.' Ha! I grabbed it and ran that we FINALLY agreed on something! It was one we'd thrown out there a couple times, but wasn't in either of our favorites list. I do love it though. It goes well with our strange last name and with N's name too. <br />
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We found out a few days after that a couple that goes to our new church has a Leila, pronounced, Layla, but I just don't care at this point. I was DESPERATE to have this baby named. I needed to know who she was. Ben told me I was getting crazy about it, to which I replied, I'm only going to get crazier....until she's named!<br />
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Now we are just working on a middle name and getting N moved into his big boy room so little L can have the nursery. A few more pieces of furniture need to be finished being painted and it'll be ready. <br />
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32 week appt today. <br />
Measuring 2 weeks ahead for the 6th week now. <br />
Gained 27lbs<br />
Her heart rate 138<br />
Head down ready to go!<br />
We toured the new hospital today too and saw the water-labor suite... Hmm... Something to consider? :) <br />
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We had our 30 week appointment and 4D ultrasound of baby girl today! I can't believe this pregnancy is within 10 weeks of being over. She still has NO name!! I think I'm wearing Ben down though. I hope. :) He's been anti-names most of this pregnancy, but I think he understands that its getting close and he should be open to consideration.... or compromise :)<br />
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The 4D was fun, we did not do it with N because honestly, $150 is a lot of money. Then I had a friend whose baby was found to have an issue at the 4D and they were able to know when she was born instantly how to treat her... so I decided it would be worth it just in case. But it was mostly just for fun :)<br />
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30 week appointment:<br />
Heart rate 148<br />
measuring 32 weeks<br />
weight gain 27lbs.... oops<br />
still a girl!<br />
not much heartburn unless i eat like crap<br />
she has mostly been head down and I can tell by her hiccups, but over the weekend she flipped and is now head up with arms and one leg up with her head and the other leg curled up under her... odd.<br />
I will be praying she flips again and gets her head back down asap.<br />
Nursery is still N's room. BUT I'm hoping this weekend we will go and get our furniture out of my parent's attic and work on his new room so the nursery can become baby girl's. I'm really excited about his new room! BUT... I haven't done anything beyond paint the walls. There is a lot of furniture to be painted, items to be framed, curtains to be hung, etc.<br />
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Here are the pictures of baby girl - they won't mean much to you other than typical 4D photos, but it was cute getting to see her. I think she looks like N :). Mostly in one instance she scowled and looked just like him, ha!
I do feel better knowing she is again, 100% a girl. I was afraid for
some strange reason that she'd end up being a boy and I would have
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I'm so excited to meet her!!D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-11121776676547494912013-01-08T21:01:00.000-06:002013-01-08T21:01:12.689-06:0018 Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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I just remembered today was N's 18 month birthday!!! And he's already in bed asleep. Dang it! I thought about it once earlier this morning and thought how I may be a cute mom and celebrate with him tonight... clearly that didn't quite happen.<br />
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Quick recap: <br />
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Christmas was wonderful! We braved the cold and went to Zoo Lights Safari the weekend before Christmas. It was fun, but my bother was ready to go the whole time (cold? bored? not sure?) so it didn't last long. He kept saying, "The girls are ready to go, we need to hurry..." But they seemed fine to me.<br />
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Anyways, then Christmas Eve we went to our new church's Christmas Eve service. It wasn't as good as our old church's service, but it was okay. We sang a few Christmas carols and had communion, then off to the house to eat chicken pot-pie. I really missed the candle light service from our old church. <br />
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My parents, N and I then went to Florida to visit my grandmother for a few days. This was fun, but exhausting because her house is NOT child-proof. I spent a lot of time telling N no, moving objects and cringing at what he put in his mouth... We still had a great time! I was just tired after 5 days. :)<br />
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Funny: N has started putting his pacifiers in his pajamas at night. I have NO idea why. A few nights ago he woke up in the middle of the night and wouldn't settle himself down so I went in there and realized he couldn't find his paci. I searched EVERYWHERE. I gave up and gave him another one. The next morning when I took his pjs off it was stuck to his belly where he'd slept on it all night... silly boy. Since then it has happened a few more times, but I caught on. Today in the car he put it inside his jacket and laughed hysterically. Well, yet again tonight - paci in the pjs, but its not as funny because his pjs are zip up so he can't get it back out. Funny things kids do. I just wish I could ask him why he put it in there :)</div>
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Update on Baby Girl<br />
- She is still nameless... :( Ben and I can't agree on ANYTHING. I'm taking a naming break for a few weeks. Ben doesn't think its fun to go through 10K names, and him shooting down every name I like isn't fun for me. So I've prayed and will just wait. God will tell us who she is. <br />
- 25.5 weeks along<br />
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- I feel like I am as big now as I was with N at 40 weeks. Have I said that a lot? I can't imagine having 14+ weeks to go. I'm going to be HUGE! I do hope she stays in for a while longer though. Due date is officially April 22, it I make it to that day I will still have to take some unpaid leave to get through 6 weeks. So especially for her health and my work-leave, we don't want an early baby girl. :)<br /><br />D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-6857731483601748152012-12-12T10:12:00.000-06:002012-12-12T15:24:59.325-06:00to Santa or not to Santa?I'm not the biggest fan of Santa. I'm sure its not difficult to figure out why. We take a holiday that is designed to celebrate the birth of our Savior, who came to Earth so that we may have a chance to be saved and enter the Kingdom of Heaven and push a jolly big fat man as being more important. This strange man sneaks into our houses in the middle of the night and leaves presents. We take a gift (Jesus' birth) and a holiday and turn it around to make it all about receiving and materialism.<br />
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So no, I'm not his biggest fan.<br />
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I'm not entirely anti-Santa either though because make-believe is fun, imagining is fun, a bullied reindeer that saves the day is everyone's heroic underdog and the idea that we get gifts for being good is great... but, when I think back to my Christmas memories.... it was all about presents and what we GOT. I remember one particular Christmas when my little brother counted everyone's presents and then proceeded to throw the biggest tantrum (at the age of 6 or 7) because he didn't GET as many presents as someone else. Its so easy to lose the thought of giving to others and the fact that this holiday is JESUS!<br />
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So my question is, since I still have at least another year to figure all this out, thank goodness, how do you sorta-not really-kinda do Santa, but mostly do Jesus for Christmas? I've seen cute things like service advent calendars that I really like, that every day you open a day and get the fun piece of candy, but also do something for someone else (as simple as praying for someone else, making a card, cookies, or could even be going to visit a nursing home). I like that a lot. I think it would help my children, but also myself. I used to love advent calendars when I was little, but ONLY because there was a piece of candy in it. I didn't really have any idea what it meant. (My grandmother sent it to me, but no one ever explained it.)<br />
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Back to the question - if we don't welcome Santa into our home, my children will be the ones going around spoiling it for everyone else in Kindergarten (or pre-school) telling them, they are crazy, there's no Santa! In which case, I don't think that will help them, nor Ben and I, keep friends. <br />
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Anyways, thankfully this year, N has no idea who Santa is (besides the strange man his nanny took him to sit on last week) so I don't have to make that decision yet, but I still wonder what the best option is. I don't want to kill imagination, but I don't want to turn a holiday away from our incredible Savior and the amazing gift he gave us.<br />
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I'm sure there is a happy wonderful middle road out there, and I have a year to figure it out. How do you celebrate Christmas? D.P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072198628126274639noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6933504590216377929.post-29116067412808925322012-12-04T19:33:00.001-06:002012-12-04T19:33:21.312-06:0020 weeks with baby girl20 weeks and 2 days<br />
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This pregnancy is so different from my first. Number one I am itchy as itchy can be. Everywhere... my arms, chest, back, legs, hands, feet!!!! ITCHY! My doctor said.... "eh, just a pregnancy rash... hang in there." Sheesh! Then Saturday night at 2am I actually drove myself to the ER for what was either the most incredible heartburn I've ever had in my life or a gall bladder attack. Either way pain level was a 9 out of 10 and I needed it to stop! Nothing really came of it other than at 6am the pain finally subsided on its own... (or the half a bottle of tums, mylanta, pepcid, nexium I had tried the day before finally kicked in).<br />
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Baby girl is treating me very differently from her brother. Ben felt her kick for the first time last night! Much earlier than with N. She's not kicking constantly yet, or at least I'm not feeling it. I'm sure that will change in the next few weeks. I'm looking forward to her hiccups :)<br />
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As of this morning I've gained about 10lbs (on my scale). I can't remember the doctor's update and don't go back for a few weeks. I'm sure its contributed to the past 2 weekends of not being able to eat/keep food in me, but I was sure I'd be at 20lbs by now.<br />
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So we need a name... and we have none. Or I could say we have all. Because literally we have a ton on the list, but nothing we LOVE. And nothing that works with the bad habit of adding 'ie' to the end of any one in our house.... think: Logan has become Logie.... no, I don't know why.<br />
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Help me out, give me some names! I have no updated bump pictures (its already starting, baby girl has less pictures than N), but I'm big. Maybe you can tell in this picture. Praising the Lord for just small little bumps in the road and that mostly all is well with this little pumpkin and her pregnancy. :)<br />
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They said he also wanted his sippy a lot throughout the day instead of at their 'snack and lunch' times.... well the child has had a sippy all day every day for 6 months. That may take some getting used to that he can only have it at certain times.<br />
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I packed enough stuff for him to stay 2 weeks, and the teacher probably thinks I'm crazy, but we survived and N actually semi-slept on a nap-mat (an adorable one his DD made). He doesn't go back for 2 days, so we'll see how skipping a day goes. We may go straight to 3 days a week next week.<br />
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Here are some pictures from today... none of which happened near school. <br />
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Testing it out.... bang!!! bang!!! yep... that's close enough. </div>
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Naked Christmas baby... he's still the baby... at least until April. </div>
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We love Baby Jesus</div>
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Sweetest boy.</div>
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Telling daddy about all the 'balls' on the tree.</div>
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