tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42222528492314093752024-03-13T02:16:49.138-07:00In my own wordsMarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.comBlogger445125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-17486365973396009552017-01-12T16:51:00.001-08:002017-01-12T16:51:52.266-08:00Luke's BirthdayThursday, November 17 at about 12:30 a.m.<br />
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I was jolted awake with a horrible pain in my back. Contraction. I did my best to catch my breath and I tried to ease the pain by shifting positions. When that didn't work I got up and went to the bathroom and hoped that would stop the contracting or at least make it not hurt my back so much. I laid back down.<br />
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Contraction.<br />
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I sat up at the edge of the bed and tried to huff and puff through the pain. Tyson woke up and asked if I was okay. When all I could do was groan he started worrying that I was in labor and should we call his parents and am I okay and what else do we need to put in the hospital bag? Luckily I had packed most of it the day before so not much. When I could talk again I told him that I wanted to get in the bath to see if the contractions would slow down before we did anything drastic like call his parents in the middle of the night.<br />
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We timed contractions while I did my best impression of a beached whale in the bathtub. They were coming every four minutes (and so painful! why so painful!?) so after about an hour and a half in the bath, around 2:00 a.m., I conceded defeat and we called Tyson's parents.<br />
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All I could think about at that point was how tired I was. I was so discouraged already, worrying that I was going to be in labor all night and then use my last bit of strength to push the baby out only to have to take care of said baby for the rest of its life. All I wanted was one more night of really good sleep.<br />
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But. Contractions.<br />
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So we went to the hospital. I had had a doctor's appointment the day before where she told me I was dilated to a 3 and that the baby was nice and low. Well, when I got checked at the hospital I was still a 3 and the baby was higher now. Defeat. They strapped me to a monitor and I laid in an uncomfortable bed and watched the contractions rise and fall on a screen every four minutes. Long story short... I was validated in having contractions but they weren't doing anything productive. So around 5 a.m. we got sent home from the hospital like the amateurs we are with instructions to come back when the contractions got more intense. Oh good.<br />
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I got in bed with Logan and a hot pad on my back, and after a short rest and another long bath the contractions slowed and finally stopped around 11 a.m.<br />
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Honestly, I was relieved. I wasn't ready to have the baby! Somehow 9 months doesn't seem long enough to prepare when the reality of another tiny human is staring you in the face. Or rather, pressing down on your... you know. I still had a week until my due date and I needed every one of those days to prepare. I had an uneventful rest of the day and got that solid night of sleep I was pining for.<br />
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Friday, November 18.<br />
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Had Tyson take my 39 week picture (a day late) and mentioned to him that I was having contractions again. They had started around 11 a.m., didn't really hurt, and were about 10 minutes or so apart. I wasn't worried. Phoebe and I went about our day and even went to Joanns to get yarn for the baby blanket I was making. I was timing the contractions at this point and just made sure to find a private corner to rest in every 8 minutes or so. The last thing I wanted was someone jumping the gun and calling an ambulance for me. I was NOT getting sent back home from L and D. Once was enough, thanks.<br />
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Frankly, I wasn't convinced I was in labor. Yeah, the contractions were getting generally closer together, but they still didn't really hurt and they weren't that regular. I first started wondering if I was laboring when I walked down to the bus stop at 4:00 p.m. and was having contractions every two minutes while pushing Phoebe in the stroller. I figured it was the cold making them worse. The cold makes everything worse.<br />
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But then I got home and they spread out again. Tyson got home around 5:00 p.m. sure that I was in labor, and that we were going back to the hospital later that night. I was pacing around the kitchen and eating a grape here and there to keep my strength up. I was feeling a little sick to my stomach but I didn't want to feel worse for not eating anything. The grapes helped. Tyson said he was going to call his parents, tell them no rush, but that we were going to head out sometime later. I waddled up the stairs for another bath. I kept thinking that the bath was my litmus test for labor. If a bath made my contractions stop, then it wasn't real.<br />
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So I soaked. And contracted. And changed positions. And contracted. And every once in a while the kids would sneak in and talk to me and make lots of noise until I would grunt at them to move along. It was at this point that the contractions started feeling serious. I remember thinking during one of them, "man, an epidural would feel really good right now" but then it passed and I went on reading my book and enjoying my bath until the next one. Whatever. Still, nothing was hurting as bad as those contractions I had the night before.<br />
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Tyson's parents arrived and I started seriously considering that at some point I was going to have to get out of this tub and back to the hospital. But I was in no rush to do that. Until...<br />
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I felt some pressure down yonder during a contraction. Now, I've always had epidurals in the past. I love them. I love being able to lay in bed, not feeling a thing, while my body does the work to get the baby ready to go. So I hadn't really felt pressure to push before, although, minutes before I had Phoebe, I felt something similar to what I was feeling now that I would also describe as "pressure". Huh. A little something in the back of my mind was sending a quiet alarm that it just might be time to go to the hospital.<br />
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But first things first, I was about to be examined in all sorts of ways by all sorts of people. Such things require a good soaping up. (side note: I figured a person in serious labor would have their mind on other things, such as pain, and wouldn't worry about silly things like washing up. this is why I still didn't think I was in serious labor) So I got out of the tub nice and clean and suddenly the contractions got really close together and really hard. Tyson came up and helped me get dressed as my "pressure" turned into an urge to push.<br />
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Crap.<br />
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Which actually made me wonder if I just needed to go to the bathroom. Better not. We finally made it downstairs and the kids hugged us goodbye. Phoebe commented on how good I smelled, and I did a mental fist pump. Thanks body wash. We had to pause for another long contraction and then we ran out the door before I had to stop for another one.<br />
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The drive was quiet. Tyson was silently freaking out and I was just trying to hold everything together so that we didn't have this baby on the highway. I could feel my epidural dreams slipping away. However, we still weren't taking things that seriously as we pulled in the parking garage instead of up to the front door. Tyson hopped out of the car while I recovered from the last speed bump we went over and miracle of miracles, there was a wheelchair in the garage. Tyson is convinced it was left there by the Three Nephites. We haven't seen a wheelchair there since. I told him I felt dumb riding in a wheelchair but then another contraction hit and I shut up while he fast-walked us in. I didn't want people to know I was in labor (??? pretty sure no one is assuming a huge pregnant lady is visiting the hospital for a broken leg. although I am the one who broke a toe two days before I had Phoebe. things happen.) so I kept my head down through the hall and focused on not making any noise. I REALLY wanted to push and it was taking all of my effort not to.<br />
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7:36 p.m.<br />
We finally got into Labor and Delivery and Tyson started answering questions at the check in desk. The nurse was calmly having him fill out a form until I started having a contraction. I was gripping the bars behind my head on the wheelchair and grunting with every breath as I tried not to push. Next thing I knew she was on the phone and I could hear her saying something about third baby and contracting. I was immediately wheeled into the nearest room where the triage nurse told me to just take my pants off so we could see what was going on down there. As I laid there I joked that I was probably still a 3 (obviously wasn't having a contraction at that moment) and the nurse laughed and said noooo... then started talking about feeling no cervix and bulging bag of water and hard to tell... Then she looked at me sympathetically.<br />
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"No epidural for you today."<br />
I think I whimpered.<br />
"As soon as your water breaks this baby is coming."<br />
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No time to worry about it though, another contraction was rising up and the nurse wanted to check me again during it to see if she could feel my cervix any better. Unfortunately for her I finally allowed my body to do what it had been begging for. I pushed. And my water broke, or rather blasted, all over her. She exclaimed in surprise and I would have felt embarrassed but the baby was immediately crowning and I was thinking, "Okay. So this is the ring of fire everyone talks about." Although to me it felt less like fire and more like... I don't know. Not fire but something else that really hurts. Being constipated for a month I guess.<br />
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Things were weird for me at this point. I remember nurses running around, asking about an I.V. (no time), telling the triage nurse that no one was coming (they meant a doctor), and trying to prep the room for a baby. I was still wearing my T-shirt, the bed wasn't set up for delivery and I'm not even sure the curtain was pulled but I didn't care. I needed to get the baby out.<br />
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Tyson came over and held my hands which were above my head and murmured words of encouragement to me. At one point he asked if I could breathe and realized that no, I could not, and I was getting lightheaded. That helped me to pause for a moment to take some deep breaths and keep from passing out. I think I had my eyes squeezed shut the entire time so I didn't know how many people were in the room, just that there were voices around me.<br />
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Eventually I heard a male voice come in and heard him tell someone to hold my left leg for me. He was the hospitalist and no one I had met before. He was running from birth to birth that night, taking each emergency as it came. No time for my doctor, or any doctor from my office to come. As soon as my leg was in a better position I had a strong contraction and with a mighty grunt (apparently. i didn't remember making noise but I commented later that my throat hurt and Tyson said it might be from the sound I made when the baby came. In my mind I sounded like a pro tennis player.) our baby was born. And I felt the greatest relief that a human can feel. No doubt.<br />
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It was 7:45 p.m., nine minutes after we checked in to L and D.<br />
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The doctor asked if Tyson wanted to cut the cord to which he responded, "NO, that's what we pay you for", (darling husband still gets nauseous when we talk about this. it's a very good thing he didn't have to deliver this baby) and a few seconds later we heard a tiny cry.<br />
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"It's a boy!" said Tyson.<br />
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Oh. Right. RIGHT! I had forgotten that we didn't know the gender. I was so relieved to have the baby out that I didn't even care what it was. Honestly, the gender reveal was a bit anticlimactic for me after the drama of the birth but I was still glad that we waited. It made the anticipation more fun during the pregnancy.<br />
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They tried to stick the baby in my shirt for some skin to skin and I tried to wrap my mind around what just happened. I was just so surprised to be holding a baby. I was so sure up until the end that I would be laboring for several more hours, napping with the comfort of an epidural and allowing the hospital atmosphere to mentally prep me for giving birth.<br />
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What I should have been mentally prepping for were the stitches (and catheter, surprise! didn't know you could tear that far up) without an epidural. I had hopes that I would tear less this time, ha. I can laugh now because it's been 8 weeks.<br />
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We enjoyed an uneventful hospital stay with lots of visits from an eager brother and sister.<br />
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Luke has been such a welcome addition to our family. He almost feels like a pet we adopted as we coo all over him. Also, he has amazing hair.<br />
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Thanks for coming to us baby Luke!<br />
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<br />Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-75818733166158271202013-09-16T21:37:00.001-07:002013-09-16T21:37:48.084-07:00KetchupYeah yeah, it's been so long, slacky slacker, no one noticed... moving on.<br />
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Here's what <strike>you</strike> I missed:<br />
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67 years of life have been celebrated between us all,<br />
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1 new member of the family added...</div>
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After 1 old member died. (there's a story for another day)</div>
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27 bazillion calories in treats consumed,</div>
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3 big trips with the family,</div>
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1 girls' weekend in California,</div>
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2 first days of preschool (1 co-op where the only lesson learned was that I do not find joy in teaching preschool)<br />
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11 new teeth,</div>
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And 8 years of marriage.<br />
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Of course there are lots more things happening in our lovely lives but that's as good a summary as any. See ya next year!<br />
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I'm all sorts of behind on this, but here's my project from craft wars... like three weeks ago. </div>
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I have been wanting to make a jewelry holder for forever. My jumbled tangle of necklaces and earrings was driving me crazy, plus I had them in an area where Logan could reach so he was constantly decorating himself and flinging my jewels all over the room. Ok, "jewels".<br />
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I went on the hunt for a frame and found just the thing at Salvation Army. The mirror came out easily and it already had a wire on the back so I could hang it without having to attach anything extra.<br />
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We were given fabric to use for this craft and it would have been so easy to just use a patterned piece that they gave us for the background. But no. I wanted mine to be different so I was like, yay! I'll <i>paint</i> some fabric and make one of those freezer paper stencils that everyone is talking about! Never done it before, but seize the day! What could go wrong?<br />
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I wanted a Moroccan style shape so I started drawing using my math skills to figure out proportions. When those failed me I used my eyeballing skills.<br />
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Yes, I used a cereal box to create my stencil.<br />
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After cutting out my main stencil I traced it approximately one billion times on my freezer paper.<br />
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And then I cut them out for one billion hours.<br />
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And. AND! After all my careful measuring, I decided I wanted the inverse of the stencil so I had to measure again as I laid individual pieces onto my fabric and ironed them down.<br />
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And then I <i>spray painted</i> my grey fabric white. Possibly I was high on fumes from spray painting my frame? Take a look at the picture above ^^ That is AFTER spray painting. Does that look white to you? I was pretty much sweating it out at this point. I guess this is why companies say to test in an inconspicuous area first, blah blah blah, I never worry about those things.<br />
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Soooo I went back and painted it by hand, worrying incessantly about the spray paint that had puddled and seeped under my stencils. This was my one piece of grey fabric by the way and I HAD to use fabric for this project so I was stressin.<br />
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Luckily the paint seepage was minimal and once I put it in my Salvation Army frame with wire mesh in front you couldn't really tell. Too much. Maybe a little. I had to move on.<br />
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I glued a random piece of moulding that I found in my garage to the bottom of the frame because I wanted a ledge to store rings and bracelets on and then I started brainstorming what I could use for knobs.<br />
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In a perfect world I'd run on down to Anthropologie and pick up a bunch of darling knobs, but, let's be honest, they are expensive. Pretty sure I was hoping my whole jewelry holder would cost less than one of those knobs. So, I decided to stick clear pushpins into the wood and then I made the knobby part out of those flat clear rocks with paper mod podged to the back. I used my favorite tough glue, e-3000, to stick them together. That's also what I used to attach the shelf to the frame. Heh.<br />
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Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-65628466406487830422013-05-27T09:55:00.002-07:002013-05-27T09:55:27.952-07:00sewing table redo<span style="font-family: inherit;">As you know I've been doing the crafting competition over at <a href="http://www.just-between-friends.com/">Just Between Friends</a>. No lie, it's been a little stressful but also a fun way to get my crafting groove back after losing it when Phoebe came along. Here's the write-up I did for the sewing table along with some more information.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">When I first opened the box and saw the Cricut Iron-on I had a moment of panic. I do not have a Cricut or other fancy cutting machine. I </span><i style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">do</i><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"> have one nice pair of scissors and an x-acto knife. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">But since I have the scissoring skills of an angry third grader I knew I </span><span style="color: #222222;">wasn't</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"> going to be able to do an intricate design. As I was brainstorming I looked around my house and saw an old sewing table that my neighbor gave me about six months ago. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I had been thinking of painting it, staining it, trashing it (?), but had done nothing so it sat in the corner collecting dust and preschool projects. Light bulb. I'd been wanting to paint it for awhile now but just couldn't find the motivation to get going on it, plus I wasn't sure what color to do. The nice (and scary) thing about having to do a project in 4 days is that you don't get time to be wishy washy about design </span>decisions<span style="font-family: inherit;">. You pick something and you go with it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So I chose Benjamin Moore's Coral Gables because I had seen it in a few other tutorials and because I have coral pillows on my bed that I love. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I discovered as I was going through the refinishing process that the 70s style sewing machine that this table was made for was a far different shape than my machine. It won't ever fit. So in the future I’ll just put my machine on top of the table when I’m sewing and use the inside to store fabric scraps. I took out some of the hardware inside then sanded and painted the wood to give myself a nice little shelf for storage. I may change the function of this shelf when I have a chance to really use the table but it works for now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Finally, for the perfect touch of bling? The glittery iron-on film which I ironed on to my fabric before Mod Podging it to the front of the table. I printed off “sew.” from my computer, cut the letters out of paper, traced them onto the film, and then cut them out with scissors. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In retrospect I probably should have written “sew what?” since it represents my general attitude towards sewing and my disregard for half the instructions that come with every project. I’m sort of a rebel. A rebel who likes puns and has crookedly sewn curtains. </span></div>
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<br />Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-42940007454253635902013-05-17T07:42:00.001-07:002013-05-17T07:42:36.071-07:00Time to vote!All our crafts are up at <a href="http://just-between-friends.com/">Jonie's</a> blog! I've been working hard all week (as has everyone else I'm sure) so I hope you love the projects and can decide which ones to vote for. So scary! Have fun checking out everyone's projects at <a href="http://just-between-friends.com/">Just Between Friends</a>!<br />
<br />Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-8400072419885978092013-05-07T21:51:00.000-07:002013-05-07T21:51:04.010-07:00Blog InterruptedWell, I'm already off track for blogging every day in May.<br />
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1. We've had amazing weather and the kids and I have been outside non stop having fun and making memories. How can I make all of us come inside for things like cooking (we've been eating hot dogs) cleaning (can't remember the last time I mopped) and blogging (why do I start challenges I can't finish)?<br />
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2. I have been given an amazing opportunity to participate in a little something called <a href="http://just-between-friends.com/2013/04/blog-wars.html">Blog Wars</a> over at <a href="http://just-between-friends.com/">Just Between Friends</a>.<br />
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AAAaaaaahhhhh! I'm freaking out a little bit. I entered on a whim, after a little persuasion, not really thinking that I would get picked. If there was ever incentive to get back into crafting and find my groove again, this is it.<br />
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So. You should check it out, we start next week, and go vote! The projects will be anonymous but you'll know mine because it will be the coolest.<br />
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Actually, I shouldn't really joke about that because I scoped out the competition, and... they are really creative and super cute girls. Dang it! My plan is to just try my darndest, hope for inspiration, and try not to have a mega craft fail during my 15 minutes of fame.<br />
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P.S. the prizes are AMAZE and with that comes a little disclaimer: I am aware that if I am the winner of Blog Wars that I will be responsible to pay taxes on the camera provided by <a href="http://familyshare.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" target="_blank">familyshare.com</a>.<br />
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I can't even imagine winning a prize big enough to require taxes. Ooo!<br />
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Wish me luck!Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-10137290246247921742013-05-04T23:12:00.001-07:002013-05-04T23:12:46.404-07:00A favorite quote<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"And they were armed with righteousness and with the power of God in great glory." 1 Nephi 14:14<br />
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This is a quote from the <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm?lang=eng">Book of Mormon</a>* which, as a member of the <a href="http://www.lds.org/?lang=eng">LDS</a> faith, I believe in along with the bible.<br />
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I love this quote because it is about us, right now, and it conjures up a picture in my head. A picture of my children going out into the world with an invisible shield of protection around them because I taught them of God and of Christ. Of them being examples of kindness to their friends. Of sweet kids who aren't afraid to stand up for truth and righteousness. Of rooms that light up as soon as they walk in and people who become better just by knowing them.<br />
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Of perfect children. Basically. Too much to ask?<br />
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My visions are unrealistic (my babies may or may not sparkle with goodness in my dreams) but having this quote hanging in my house reminds me that to even a chance at this for my family it is up to me to teach them here in my home. And gosh darn, I'm going to try my best. Because there is some scary stuff out there.<br />
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*{if you ever want a Book of Mormon you just let me know and I'll get one to you. seriously. i'll send it wherever}<br />
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<br />Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-42144085384641599792013-05-03T22:29:00.002-07:002013-05-03T22:29:33.310-07:00Things that make me uncomfortable The prompt for today's challenge is "things that make you uncomfortable".<br />
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Apparently, so many things. The rough list in my head was getting huge so I scrapped it and decided to just list a couple things for you.<br />
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1. I am turning 30. Soon. The fact that I can even say that shows progress for me because a couple months ago when Logan asked how old I was going to be I could barely spit it out. I do not want to be 30. I have never had a problem aging before, but for some reason this new decade is totally freaking me out. I liked my twenties. They were fun! 30 just seems so... adult. Weird that a number makes me feel old but having a mortgage and two kids doesn't.<br />
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2. I hate having my face touched. I don't know where this weirdness comes from, but if anyone even gets close to touching my face I get super twitchy. Even if it's Logan. Or Tyson! So, please don't touch my face. At all. For reals. Guess that's where I draw the line at personal space.<br />
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Amen.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-55731182477924835182013-05-02T22:16:00.000-07:002013-05-02T22:16:49.837-07:00My Logie BoyI'm on day two of this challenge and already stumped. I'm supposed to educate you on something I know a lot about or am good at.<br />
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I know a lot about my kids. So I'm going to share a little Logan tidbit with you and let that be it for the day.<br />
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Yesterday we were playing outside when Logan walked up to me with his hands splayed and showed me fingers porcupined (now a verb) with splinters. Like, 50 splinters per hand. So he stood next to me while I pulled splinters out, wincing here and there, when suddenly he gasped.<br />
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"Momma! You got the splinters all in you legs!"<br />
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So.<br />
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No more wearing shorts without shaving.<br />
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Noted.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-15074495030068081652013-05-01T22:03:00.000-07:002013-05-01T22:03:55.809-07:00Oh, hey thereSo, I want to blog again. And I couldn't think of how to jump back into it until I came across a <a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-every-day-in-may-challenge.html">blog every day in May challenge</a> from <a href="http://storyofmylifetheblog.blogspot.com/">Story of my Life</a>.<br />
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Nothin' like jumping in with both feet, right?<br />
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The challenge for the first day is to write your life story in 250 words or less.<br />
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Well, I don't want to write my life story so I'm going to condense what's been going on with me the last 8 months or so in the next paragraph.<br />
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It seemed like a lot of things happened at the same time. My grandma died, we took a stressful road trip to Utah for her funeral, and my doctor took me off of my thyroid medication all at the same time. Oh, and my baby was only two months old. By the way. I was extremely anxious during our trip and even after we returned home I could not let go of my anxiety. It was paralyzing. I could hardly leave the house and even having people over to our place would make me so stressed I thought I was going to throw up. After some blood tests and a few doctors visits we decided I had some postpartum depression as well as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hashimoto's_thyroiditis">hashimoto's disease</a>. All of this contributed to my mental state and it has been a slow process trying to get my thyroid medication right and see if there is anything I can take (while nursing) to ease my anxiety.<br />
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But things are getting better. The depression has all but disappeared, the anxiety is becoming less frequent, I'm starting to feel like I can do the things I love again, and actually enjoy them instead of inwardly freaking out. Sometimes :) It's a process, but there you have it.<br />
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So. What's new with you?<br />
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P.S. Here's my kids. They've gotten bigger since I last blogged.<br />
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We blessed Phoebe on August 12, 2012. She was only two weeks old so I was a little nervous about bringing her in public, but we really wanted my parents here for the blessing so it was the best time to do it. It turned out to be a great day and Tyson gave a wonderful blessing.</div>
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My mom brought my blessing dress from home which was made by my grandma and has my name and birthday stitched into the lining. Isn't it amazing!! The details on it are gorgeous.</div>
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So glad to have our little Phoebs in our home!</div>
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So, in case you haven't heard, I had my baby!</div>
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Phoebe Lynn was born July 29, at 1:30 p.m. and she was 6 lbs 11 oz, 19 1/4 in. long.<br />
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Naturally, since I've now had two kids I can't help but compare the two births. Phoebe's was easier than Logan's (<a href="http://just-me-and-t.blogspot.com/2009/09/birth-part-1.html">Logan's birth part 1</a>, <a href="http://just-me-and-t.blogspot.com/2009/10/birth-part-2.html">Logan's birth part 2</a>). In so many ways.<br />
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You can go back and read his story if you want, but for this post I'll keep it short with a picture demonstration.<br />
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Mari after Logan.<br />
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Mari after Phoebe.<br />
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Really, there's nothing more to say about that.<br />
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Let's look at the full-term pregnancy pictures too, just for kicks.<br />
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Logan.<br />
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Phoebe. (we took this right before we left for the hospital)</div>
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So, her birth story needs to start the Friday before she was born. I went to a regular doctor visit to get checked out. We had decided to do an induction the next Wednesday and I was super excited to have a date for the baby. Logan was late and since her due date <i>was</i> that Wednesday I was thrilled that I wouldn't have to go overdue (which I accidentally just spelled overdie and is exactly what going overdue feels like) again. </div>
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As I was putting my pants back on (don't think about that too much) my slightly sweaty toe got caught in the fabric. Being enormously pregnant and already off balance does not bode well for trying to stand on one foot for any period of time. </div>
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It's really the best days that get TWO visits to a doctor.<br />
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So that hurt.<br />
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And, as a little more background to the story, Tyson got some sort of fevery flu on Friday night, and Tyson's family was in Utah for a reunion until Sunday night.<br />
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The weekend was not a good time to have a baby.<br />
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But alas, she had other plans.<br />
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Sunday morning at 4:30 am I rolled over in bed and felt a little trickle. My first thought was "huh, I didn't realize I had to pee that bad." Bladder control can be a bit of an issue at this point in pregnancy but I thought I had been doing pretty well until then. So I went to the bathroom and laid back down. Rolled over and felt another trickle.<br />
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Huh.<br />
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Now I was feeling suspicious.<br />
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So I got up again, put a pad on and limped around my bedroom for a few minutes to see if anything else would happen. Tyson was sleeping in the guest room since he didn't want to infect me with his fever and I didn't want to wake him up if I was really just wetting myself.<br />
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Well it didn't take long for me to decide that yes, my water broke (just like in the movies! but not) and I should probably let Tyson know.<br />
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"Hey babe? I'm pretty sure my water broke but I'm not having contractions or anything so there's no rush. In fact, I'm going to take a shower before we leave so you can just go back to sleep. No big deal."<br />
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I love that I thought he'd be able to sit back and relax after I told him that.<br />
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So I did take a shower and got ready while texting a few friends trying to work out child care for Logan. I was planning on waiting until he woke up to leave, but as I was trying to pick something up off the floor a gush of water came and soaked through my pants. Which made me suddenly nervous and I decided that we should go ahead and leave right then.<br />
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Poor Tyson, who had been obeying my instructions to take it easy, didn't even get breakfast before I rushed him out the door. My bad.<br />
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We got checked into the hospital around 6:30 and after blowing the first vein she tried, the nurse finally got me hooked up to an iv.<br />
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I was glad when that was over because I had lots of people to text that morning.<br />
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After being hooked up for a while and getting fluids going, we decided to start pitocin around 9:30 because my body wasn't contracting on its own.<br />
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As the contractions started getting going I really wanted to walk through them. It took forever for me to get hooked up to the monitors because my stomach was a weird shape (?) and they were sliding off but I finally got out of the room.<br />
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For about 10 minutes.<br />
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I only made one round through labor and delivery when my doctor called me back in. The baby's heart rate was dropping with each contraction and my doctor was worried that the cord was being pinched.<br />
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Back in bed :(<br />
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They couldn't find a place where the cord was being pinched but they wanted a better read on her heartbeat so they put an internal monitor on Phoebe's head. It took three tries and three separate monitors to finally get it hooked on there and the doctor got me all excited when she said it wasn't working very well because she must have lots of hair.<br />
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At this point I was dilated to a 5 and my doctor said if I wanted an epidural now would probably be a good time to do it. She thought the rest of my labor would go quickly and better now than never. I was happy to get one with her blessing.<br />
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Epidural went in easy around noon and 10 minutes later I was happily in no pain.<br />
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Bonus! Broken toe, also numb.<br />
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A couple minutes later the nurses handed me an oxygen mask to make sure the baby was getting what she needed even with her heart rate dropping. This was becoming eerily reminiscent of Logan's birth which ended painfully so I got a little freaked out at this point.<br />
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Since I was in labor for about 11 hours after I got the epidural for Logan, I was expecting several more hours of labor and settled down for the long haul.<br />
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About an hour after I had last gotten checked I was telling Tyson that I think I could feel some of that pressure that everyone talks about as the baby descends. I felt absolutely nothing with Logan and I was glad that I could feel a little bit this time.<br />
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Just a couple minutes after I told him that, the doctor came in because she wanted to check me one more time before lunch.<br />
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Good thing because I was at a 10 and ready to go!<br />
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Before I even started pushing the doctor told me that she could see her head and that she had tons of hair. I got excited again and she asked if I wanted a mirror.<br />
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Um. No.<br />
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We chatted as we waited for a contraction and I eyed the clock because I wanted to keep track of how long I was going to push for. Since I had a vacuum assisted delivery with Logan I wasn't really sure if I knew how to push or not.<br />
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One contraction and three pushes later she was out.<br />
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It took like 30 seconds.<br />
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Whoa.<br />
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I had to get an episiotomy because I had so much scar tissue from before and the doctor was worried I would tear really badly through that if she didn't control it a little. But it turns out a second degree tear is way better than a third degree and recovery has been so much easier.<br />
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They weren't lying about the hair. And apparently warm baths and having it brushed are totally her thing.<br />
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I have to admit that leaving the hospital was way harder this time. It was so nice to have some quiet bonding time with her without any interruptions. I missed my Logie boy, but I loved being able to focus on just her for a little while. Also, people would bring me cranberry juice mixed with sprite whenever I wanted.<br />
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Naturally I've tried on every headband she has and now I'm dying to get a million more just to see what they look like.<br />
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Before we knew it, it was time to take her home and start our life as a family of four!<br />
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So I'm pretty sure her room isn't finished, in fact, I have canvases set aside that I want to do something with, but I haven't quite figured that out yet so for now, most likely until she's born, it's done. </div>
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My friend <a href="http://davisongoons.blogspot.com/">Lauren</a> made this elephant (and she sells these adorable knitted creations in her <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/AllStuftUp">etsy shop</a> if you want one, btw) and Logan fell in love with it the second he grabbed it for a snuggle. It may end up being his...</div>
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I found this little elephant at goodwill and it was a little creepy. White spray paint once again saves the day!</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I found a tutorial and modified it to make these curtains turn out the way I had them in my head. It would have been a great $20 project except that my sewing machine bit the dust halfway through so I bought a new one. $220 curtains just don't have quite the same appeal. </span></div>
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Have you guys seen this fabulous <a href="http://www.addicted2decorating.com/how-to-make-a-decorative-chrysanthemum-mirror.html">chrysanthemum mirror</a> floating around the internets?</div>
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First, I bought 200 spoons which was not enough. I used 300. Second, even though I bought the cheapest ones I could find, I couldn't cut them with scissors so I sawed a notch just at the handle and snapped them by hand. When I tried breaking them without the notch they were really hard to snap, and didn't always break cleanly.</div>
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I also couldn't find the wreath forms she used (probably because I was too lazy to go to Michael's and they didn't have them at Joann's) so I cut up a cardboard box we had laying around. I traced our Christmas tree stand to get my large circle and a plate for the small circle.</div>
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And then there was much gluing. I used a hot glue gun which was perfect. Just be sure to have PLENTY of glue sticks on hand. This was also the point where I realized I should have taken more care to cut off as much handle as possible. It gets in the way if it's too long, and I had to pull off several spoons that were messing me up.</div>
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Once I got my spoons glued on I took it outside and gave it a coat of primer. You should prime your cardboard first by the way. Just... do it. It'll save you time and contorting your body trying to cover the little cardboard bits peeking through. </div>
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So... I turned 29 a few weeks ago. I don't like thinking about this being the last year in my 20's so I try not to dwell on it too much. I love the 20's!!</div>
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Anyway, I woke up that morning and lounged in bed for a little while (wonderful!) until a little munchkin came to wish me a "happy". Guess he forgot the rest of his line. Then we headed to Krispy Kreme for some delicious doughnuts and ate them at home with two breakfast beverages. Sometimes the drinks are the best part of the meal. </div>
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While we were eating Logan though he'd help me open a present, and then I went and got ready for the day.</div>
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Tyson sent me off for a solo shopping trip while he cleaned the house (prince!) and I had a great time trying on clothes and shoes. </div>
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Sidenote about those pants I'm wearing: I hadn't worn them in weeks and when I put them on I discovered they still sorta fit! And by fit, I mean with a hair elastic keeping the button closed of course. But still! I was very impressed with myself. Anyway, when I took them off that night I discovered not one, but two holes in the bum/crotch area where my pants were being torn apart. So I guess I'm at the point where I can only get pre-pregnancy pants on if they are literally ripping at the seams. Sad. </div>
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After shopping I went out to my car and... it wouldn't start. Oh no! I was just about to call Tyson when I thought I'd try one more time, and that's when it started and I made it home.</div>
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Prediction: Both cars will die right after the baby is born and we will spend more money in one month than our lifetimes to date. </div>
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After lunch I opened the rest of my presents and the boys went for a bike ride while I worked on a project for young womens. Oh! And a sweet friend stopped by to bring me flowers on my special day.</div>
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Later that night we had family over for jimmy johns (I ususally like pizza on my birthday but the heartburn is just soooo bad. :( ) and then we had cheesecake for my birthday treat. </div>
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It was a delicious and wonderful day, thanks to my fantastic family and friends. </div>
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Here goes 29!</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-9965236078216711882012-06-07T16:27:00.001-07:002012-06-07T16:27:31.604-07:00Catch up<div style="text-align: center;">
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First, and most importantly, I joined 2012 by getting an iphone. </div>
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And of course, one can not have an iphone without having instagram so I'm totally all over that.</div>
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Now I'm torn between wanting to use the SLR and my phone. It is so much easier to chase (lumber after) my boy with the phone, so it'll probably be that at least for awhile. I'm sure when the baby comes I'll be wanting higher quality pics again though!<br />
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And if you want to be my friend on instagram (please do!!) my username is marilowder.<br />
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Speaking of baby, here are my preggo pics so far. I've got all these on facebook which is why they haven't appeared on the blog, but for posterity's sake I'll put them here.<br />
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Pregnancy details: My thyroid is low so I'm on medication for that. I'm anemic so I'm taking iron. Since I'm taking iron, I'm also taking another pill to keep things moving along (if you've ever taken iron, you know what I mean). I have heartburn so bad I can't even take a nap without choking on stomach acid so I'm on two medications for that.</div>
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Plus prenatal vitamins and DHA. </div>
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I have lots more to say but I'm going to try to break it up in multiple posts so I'll end with a little craft I did recently. Can't go so long without blogging and not at least have that!</div>
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Remember <a href="http://just-me-and-t.blogspot.com/2011/07/mod-podge-glitter-shoes.html">these </a>shoes?</div>
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So I had to give them one more shot before throwing them away (the way I eventually threw away the <a href="http://just-me-and-t.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-shoes.html">yellow shoes</a>).</div>
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I used some chevron fabric that I had leftover from some pillows I made, then mod podged it to the shoe after painting the shoes white. Then I used some leftover white fabric from my <a href="http://just-me-and-t.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-time-i-made-headboard-with-my-own.html">headboard redo</a> and rolled a couple of flowers.</div>
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So happy! Maybe I'll wear these ones since they actually look good AND probably won't fall apart :)</div>
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So I painted baby girl's room. It is definitely far from being finished (as in I'm artfully showing you the clean half of the room) but it's still something!</div>
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So here's a before:</div>
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And here's an... well, not after exactly, but you know.</div>
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I ended up choosing paint color number one, which was a custom mix, and then I just used glidden's basic untinted white for the stripes. Both are in eggshell.</div>
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Just kidding. What I do is paint my base color first, in this case the grey. Then I let that dry completely before putting down my tape. After the tape is down you'll want to paint your base color <i>again</i> over the edges of your tape. I even dig in a little bit with my paint brush to make sure that any gaps between the tape and the wall will be filled with the base. I think this is especially important with textured walls which, as you can see, we have. Then, when that has dried, you can paint the stripe color.</div>
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Should be fun...</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-25437050339803037272012-04-30T15:34:00.000-07:002012-04-30T15:34:03.325-07:00And that's the news from Lake Wobegone<div style="text-align: center;">
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Sometimes, after you have a baby, there are certain bodily functions which fail to operate in an efficient manner. Luckily I narrowly escaped the need of artificial assistance in that area after Logan was born, but we did have supplies on hand in case of emergency. These supplies, along with feminine products I'm not currently using, are now stored under my sink. A sink that Logan loves to rummage through looking for things to peak his interest while I shower.</div>
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And this is how I found Logan gleefully sitting in a sea of tampons squeezing an enema fountain out of his new favorite "watee" bottle.</div>
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There are no pictures. Sorry/you're welcome.</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-89755792861980260192012-04-16T21:31:00.002-07:002012-04-16T21:31:39.323-07:00Pictures from our week, aka we celebrated Easter too, aka I meant to post these last week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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7 samples later...</div>
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I have to choose from one of these because I'm not searching anymore, darn it! I've been to Home Depot at least 4 times and to two different Ace Hardwares trying to find the right grey.</div>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, when I saw this <a href="http://freshly-picked.com/how-to-make-a-chandelier/">wax paper chandelier</a> from <a href="http://freshly-picked.com/">Freshly Picked</a> I had to have it, in a mini version, for her bedroom. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's also possible that I discovered that the more pressure I used the better it worked. So after feeling like I broke a knuckle trying to repeatedly slam it down with both hands, I switched to <strike>stomping</strike> pressing down on it with my foot. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahem... So I went out to buy a new hole punch. <a href="http://store.scrapbook.com/f-7414.html?w=fiskars+punches">This one</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.scrapbook.com/products/source/SBC_f-7414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.scrapbook.com/products/source/SBC_f-7414.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did do a couple other things different too; instead of taking apart a lampshade I came across a couple metal rings for cheap so I picked those up instead. Then I wrapped them in white ribbon and yarn to cover the gold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNmtTqTwsIEB2hxXx1PnlK_lZAUNwWy5r1ITKaf9n769-9uRu750-kyaRF5Vm3Qg1GxvFPCaHacOzWAjHI5Ck63obLoQAvndT-RCV4rlPIc8ZnvFJs9AJCET_wcvKliAiCyqeoYSL478/s1600/IMG_4392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNmtTqTwsIEB2hxXx1PnlK_lZAUNwWy5r1ITKaf9n769-9uRu750-kyaRF5Vm3Qg1GxvFPCaHacOzWAjHI5Ck63obLoQAvndT-RCV4rlPIc8ZnvFJs9AJCET_wcvKliAiCyqeoYSL478/s640/IMG_4392.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also took apart this mini chandelier that I found on the cheap for the hardware to attach the rings together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXkeiJh7ar6jySqeeKkkbR1XKJfqIRVEpXZL6JP1rKImDB0Xh-HND708zEDg8Msj9Djp6Egx1m4V-UcUl48p_eb7k_AsFxP2IgtsTV4GanFPEji_maEiIs0lWfORzzv6ski-GXl4E8Kk/s1600/IMG_4390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXkeiJh7ar6jySqeeKkkbR1XKJfqIRVEpXZL6JP1rKImDB0Xh-HND708zEDg8Msj9Djp6Egx1m4V-UcUl48p_eb7k_AsFxP2IgtsTV4GanFPEji_maEiIs0lWfORzzv6ski-GXl4E8Kk/s640/IMG_4390.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And thus the base of my chandelier was born.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofrKJnl-KqwD9GKvxO43iGvaO44Um1sDoCviGG7Csjfy76mu3-yqQxkSSn-xfZjT8BtlsLHWujhtO3QesbRuutKMrTvVsFMG2AgsXSYWgPd9H8wyjQEMvX6QlPQXDLVY7xAlMQJCdKyM/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofrKJnl-KqwD9GKvxO43iGvaO44Um1sDoCviGG7Csjfy76mu3-yqQxkSSn-xfZjT8BtlsLHWujhtO3QesbRuutKMrTvVsFMG2AgsXSYWgPd9H8wyjQEMvX6QlPQXDLVY7xAlMQJCdKyM/s640/IMG_4393.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ironed sheets of wax paper together and sewed them in strips of circles, just like in the tutorial. What I did was a strip of 11 and then I draped it over the ring with 5 on the outside and 6 on the inside so that I could get a tiered effect.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Many many rounds of ironing wax paper, cutting circles, and sewing later I had my finished product!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X2HM-0O4FnIVHjSBCke0kcpDbyPubdlRqS8IBtS4-68Iw1Iaiq1tb__VZFTAWvJQv24Ifv0xI1xFeJfcsxJ9cExVNeDd9ePKgXCxBzaK7CqvBI3Z52mAaV2mhmRBoeadQtcCOSbKe5E/s1600/IMG_4414edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X2HM-0O4FnIVHjSBCke0kcpDbyPubdlRqS8IBtS4-68Iw1Iaiq1tb__VZFTAWvJQv24Ifv0xI1xFeJfcsxJ9cExVNeDd9ePKgXCxBzaK7CqvBI3Z52mAaV2mhmRBoeadQtcCOSbKe5E/s640/IMG_4414edit.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'm going to hang it as a mobile over her crib so I decided not to put a light inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And naturally I couldn't let the crystals from my other chandelier go to waste so I hung a few of those throughout with some fishing line. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfKd_CP2mG53eOVVoGuLQz83gswlMy8jekkdXtecZGKzLXFT0rvXV4SR3_Rwe0dCtKHZVYLTeYHey6m9apwLm7OIKBSh6v70qnqqRS6Fjv7oYXS54ZyuZ6R7imcK1Z2OSHkuWF057qKI/s1600/IMG_4415edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfKd_CP2mG53eOVVoGuLQz83gswlMy8jekkdXtecZGKzLXFT0rvXV4SR3_Rwe0dCtKHZVYLTeYHey6m9apwLm7OIKBSh6v70qnqqRS6Fjv7oYXS54ZyuZ6R7imcK1Z2OSHkuWF057qKI/s640/IMG_4415edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To give you an idea of how big it is and to include a shot of my man who held this in 4 different places so I could find the lighting I wanted. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0pySNto45DsEf1TWujpDiF4z7NMltDN9izKlFsGM2iDGUXjxS5Du2H43p-MuepfluapsS69yN6JQ5OGlDdIfWIHvRAgN54Rudh6kyeEzg0_A0dkELmEhieqQyxCLCuy4FtMWhZjJ1g34/s1600/IMG_4417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0pySNto45DsEf1TWujpDiF4z7NMltDN9izKlFsGM2iDGUXjxS5Du2H43p-MuepfluapsS69yN6JQ5OGlDdIfWIHvRAgN54Rudh6kyeEzg0_A0dkELmEhieqQyxCLCuy4FtMWhZjJ1g34/s640/IMG_4417.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't wait to put her bedroom together so I can hang this above her crib!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-52134533428262962412012-03-07T14:11:00.000-08:002012-03-07T14:11:04.132-08:00Logan says it's a girl...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> We've got a beautiful healthy baby sister on the way!</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-63558915540401297412012-03-05T22:31:00.000-08:002012-03-05T22:31:01.749-08:00Zoo Day!<div style="text-align: center;">A couple weeks ago we had a sunny warm morning so Kelly and I decided to take our boys to the zoo. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I'm pretty sure I love the zoo more than Logan does but he found a few animals that held his interest. These seals were swimming right up against the glass and he was very impressed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHF6QZkv3khCWcDYUouqb0-BHYiQKmU9LMwrUWmTMtLgo6FL4Pt-bate5L7AUDdVLQiJrbebhIZVyKfc61rWhyJbh1CJzgxG2mi9xpvMkH87XdFZrSWtRWGs9xRpd63F8zAhpAcnYBM-4/s1600/IMG_0073edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHF6QZkv3khCWcDYUouqb0-BHYiQKmU9LMwrUWmTMtLgo6FL4Pt-bate5L7AUDdVLQiJrbebhIZVyKfc61rWhyJbh1CJzgxG2mi9xpvMkH87XdFZrSWtRWGs9xRpd63F8zAhpAcnYBM-4/s640/IMG_0073edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep, Kelly and I were there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv-ZVdJa_unpOppEn_Mml05LTuxtYD0d9JbUbDHE8gs_oU4BCogPfB82qYjz4YRf2VLeQg7nIeC4xiuVtpzZKthtADnjYGX5Bm0dZpvOpHe02A4advUJvECeLsPeIRFFjRAPuUq640ew/s1600/IMG_0090edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv-ZVdJa_unpOppEn_Mml05LTuxtYD0d9JbUbDHE8gs_oU4BCogPfB82qYjz4YRf2VLeQg7nIeC4xiuVtpzZKthtADnjYGX5Bm0dZpvOpHe02A4advUJvECeLsPeIRFFjRAPuUq640ew/s640/IMG_0090edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love how these boys are standing the exact same way. And you know what they were impressed with down there? I'll give you a clue, it wasn't the zebras. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The water. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Boys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0k-2rn_cVnW83P-vfJrxIZtb9f1QrssQm4A8kVt7Kt6zGW5Pli52FtTC-Nokh2PODB5Oe6kRyk-q5qPt0us8QZE9T4tTHxiVXQaNtgJ7KchWFxSNAFCz52JcdP11QSt4Y_Ctzpdi_Gg/s1600/IMG_0078edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0k-2rn_cVnW83P-vfJrxIZtb9f1QrssQm4A8kVt7Kt6zGW5Pli52FtTC-Nokh2PODB5Oe6kRyk-q5qPt0us8QZE9T4tTHxiVXQaNtgJ7KchWFxSNAFCz52JcdP11QSt4Y_Ctzpdi_Gg/s640/IMG_0078edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile I'm pretty sure I took more pictures of this hippo than my own child. It was actually moving! I forgot that animals in captivity do more than sleep with their bum facing me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ92OirD0QjBORUdSpVBhSnu4Z3Ib79P_4OPs5CyVETOinkPfCWK-h8ycAP6dauLsiKfE41dxO9Q0jagaRGLPgzQ-rj7RQOnaQfYtzM48Vv0oF0_Ut9Bqpr0MjIlNa3L52etb4upcyjK8/s1600/IMG_0084edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ92OirD0QjBORUdSpVBhSnu4Z3Ib79P_4OPs5CyVETOinkPfCWK-h8ycAP6dauLsiKfE41dxO9Q0jagaRGLPgzQ-rj7RQOnaQfYtzM48Vv0oF0_Ut9Bqpr0MjIlNa3L52etb4upcyjK8/s640/IMG_0084edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> Still not sure if he was more impressed by the water or the hippo, but does it really matter? The joy is what's important.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5y83a8r0kxQlULWMhl-FxCCaDJcQryGh5XX_9Tm1WRlhVMccvlXPYY2WYC7w2miwhu2GrXIFkU9WTtVNpCbihsSOOFhNYVIVNlB2Qqd88JgdveqD8Oao6RTHuytba4lDcPtZwvZoY_Yo/s1600/IMG_0092edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5y83a8r0kxQlULWMhl-FxCCaDJcQryGh5XX_9Tm1WRlhVMccvlXPYY2WYC7w2miwhu2GrXIFkU9WTtVNpCbihsSOOFhNYVIVNlB2Qqd88JgdveqD8Oao6RTHuytba4lDcPtZwvZoY_Yo/s640/IMG_0092edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Too bad a cold front was coming in while we were there and the joy kinda died a little. He started feeling chilly so he had his sad face on and wasn't feeling the tiger. Which really, compared to the hippopotamus? Lame. So I don't blame him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzZhOmDVaXJfk3sj7GDcRRJzuiLP33vcBR438JXF1vI1isdYXM9_ybKNaADDc7CsLYOwMD-Mccyqnb_CdIR61DNTGhrpTSQmT2RKiQX0sqIOQl1SdvquDpg7TtzIIGl00VF_ltW7fPnc/s1600/IMG_0097edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzZhOmDVaXJfk3sj7GDcRRJzuiLP33vcBR438JXF1vI1isdYXM9_ybKNaADDc7CsLYOwMD-Mccyqnb_CdIR61DNTGhrpTSQmT2RKiQX0sqIOQl1SdvquDpg7TtzIIGl00VF_ltW7fPnc/s640/IMG_0097edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't forget to include what he really did most of the time we were there. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Run off the path into the shrubbery. He probably would have been just as happy spending two hours in a field.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqq0haxjP2eYBDqzj2RVsO7ECkz7EqV3ayaIysIII3Ide1z5ZfFXAvbTRlbnJy90o6FfEtBIF5dQ5IIg9anvxKfdbvltyeNYCaHx5GXTkGegXCiva0KdVOoppeJYWagZYGNXF0ULVPBY/s1600/IMG_0098edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqq0haxjP2eYBDqzj2RVsO7ECkz7EqV3ayaIysIII3Ide1z5ZfFXAvbTRlbnJy90o6FfEtBIF5dQ5IIg9anvxKfdbvltyeNYCaHx5GXTkGegXCiva0KdVOoppeJYWagZYGNXF0ULVPBY/s640/IMG_0098edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was happy we went in the end though. He kept telling me on the drive home that he had fun seeing the elephants (which he did <i>not</i> see due to a cranky moment where he only wanted to sit in the stroller with a blanket on) and the ducks (a crow in the parking lot). And of course he mentioned the water several times. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was just happy that we went to Pudding on the Rice after, since it's pretty much mandatory that I go there every time I'm in Portland.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbrWe_1kpXbHanOzVeTNhCdTSqyowt4Cx2SqQw75AG8mwb_xDWRLh1wAXBC1xkQ5lqwotrPIFd1btUPuVOPllQCYLFQRtm0OK-qKDeSgcvwCTgKF3JDPzRxtsKUsRHvz2RTlVXSSB2cs/s1600/IMG_0101edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWbrWe_1kpXbHanOzVeTNhCdTSqyowt4Cx2SqQw75AG8mwb_xDWRLh1wAXBC1xkQ5lqwotrPIFd1btUPuVOPllQCYLFQRtm0OK-qKDeSgcvwCTgKF3JDPzRxtsKUsRHvz2RTlVXSSB2cs/s640/IMG_0101edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The end.</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-1537615641846822432012-03-02T10:52:00.000-08:002012-03-02T10:52:19.443-08:00Picture thisImagine with me if you will (since I didn't take a picture):<br />
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Logan standing in the middle of the living room. No shirt on, but wearing his train pajama pants. Chunky beaded necklace around his neck. <i>Salt shaker</i> in his hand. He is dancing to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He is keeping the beat with his shaker. He is happy.<br />
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Mom comes downstairs to check on quiet child after her shower. Smiles when she sees his outfit. Smile fades when she sees the salt. Hands go on hips when she sees a dusting of salt on every surface from the counter in the kitchen to the couches in the living room.<br />
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Salt is relinquished without a fight.<br />
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Much vacuuming happens.<br />
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Laundry folding is postponed for another day.<br />
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The end.<br />
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In other, less exciting, news I finally unpacked the maternity clothes today. Sigh. Can't wait to look like this again.<br />
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K, I just had a little panic attack.Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222252849231409375.post-43395073303652508382012-02-17T21:20:00.000-08:002012-02-17T21:20:19.165-08:0016 weeks<div style="text-align: center;"> Even though I know this new baby is going to bring even more joy into our lives, I can't help but feel a little sad that my boy's world is going to be rocked. I think he'll be a great big brother, and that he'll enjoy a lot of it, but the days of having all of Mom and Dad's attention are almost gone. He'll never remember what it was like to be an only child. To have our whole world revolve around only him. To be the only one able to call me Mom. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But he'll always be the first.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhY8AkS1AbPZWlm-84DYjUaKznuCx1Rq5kV_RPg60rwKWI6CjfaaRG8vAzweMaOKNj1euSY94IN6whO4Vvd26jUn6ovXlVHbryBsnl48xVYB8Q-OgfBDFJMmMJfLgjagRt9NihH72nF8/s1600/IMG_4324edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhY8AkS1AbPZWlm-84DYjUaKznuCx1Rq5kV_RPg60rwKWI6CjfaaRG8vAzweMaOKNj1euSY94IN6whO4Vvd26jUn6ovXlVHbryBsnl48xVYB8Q-OgfBDFJMmMJfLgjagRt9NihH72nF8/s640/IMG_4324edit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">In spite of my worries for Logan (should I be worried?), the pregnancy marches on and it gets more exciting the closer it gets. Here I am at 16 weeks and feeling a ton better now that the sickness and tiredness has abated.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9rm467CglUMrhPgEKnTpIQI5FTOO1SUpY95aL_q38JEZXs6a30zkMZsQh5j-CJJiEEe5K_4azkOcXNzUsgesVw2FdePJ_12eVJOwdziChwKDTJ2ff-R6-sY9m43eUZmgGLDdc3kb77s/s1600/IMG_4319edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9rm467CglUMrhPgEKnTpIQI5FTOO1SUpY95aL_q38JEZXs6a30zkMZsQh5j-CJJiEEe5K_4azkOcXNzUsgesVw2FdePJ_12eVJOwdziChwKDTJ2ff-R6-sY9m43eUZmgGLDdc3kb77s/s640/IMG_4319edit.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">March 7th we get to see our little bean again and find out if it's healthy and what the gender is. So excited for baby shopping!</div>Marihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13764311945085980132noreply@blogger.com6