tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23358505235471811752023-11-16T08:44:52.970-08:00Rencher Love!Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-29917434262927478892012-12-23T13:53:00.001-08:002012-12-23T13:53:53.983-08:00Baby Kade's Birth Story...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just 10 days old </div>
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(Thank you Annie Pinegar for taking such amazing pics of my baby!!!)</div>
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It all began around 4:15 am on Monday November 12...</div>
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I got up to go to the bathroom for the 100th time that night. While going to the bathroom I felt a little pop. My water had finally broke!!! I was grateful to be on the toilet. It was a rather large amount of water...and it just kept coming. (If that was too graphic you may not want to continue reading). </div>
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I yelled to Nate that I was pretty sure my water broke. He was still asleep and way out of it. He later said that when he first heard me he thought I said the water pipes were broken. He was then frustrated that our home warranty had just run out and we would have to buy a new water pump:) </div>
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Once he figured out what I was really talking about he asked me how I knew if it was my water. Apparently the fact that a gallon of water had just come out of me wasn't a good enough clue:) His next asked what it looked like...he was in serious denial. I got up to check out what it looked like so I could tell him and more water started gushing. I decided I better stay put for the next few minutes. </div>
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At this point I started freaking out just a little. It was 4am and we didn't have anyone to watch the girls yet and my bags were not packed. Baby boy came a few days before we had anticipated (not complaining:). </div>
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Luckily we have awesome friends and family. Karalynne responded to a text message within minutes and was at our house within the hour. Nate's mom responded to the text just as quickly, bought a plane ticket and was in Ohio by 4pm. Later I found out that another friend watched my girls while Karalynne went to her doctor appointment and another friend picked Nate's mom up from the airport. </div>
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I got to the hospital before contractions were too painful and decided I wanted to wait awhile before getting an epidural. I was still not very dilated and I didn't want to be stuck in bed all day. </div>
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One of my many potty trips.</div>
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My belly in all its glory:)</div>
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Once the contractions started kicking in I stayed in bed for the most part. I was told that I needed to either get an epidural at this point or wait another couple hours because the nurse anesthetist would be in a few c-sections. I opted to wait, but soon started freaking out (for the second time). Contractions were getting painful and were happening every 1-2 minutes. I wasn't sure I could wait it out a couple hours. But I still wasn't ready for the meds. So I opted to wait. About 20 minutes later I had a small breakdown and told Nate I was scared I made the wrong decision. He and the my nurse were good to assure me that they would help me through it. The doc came in a little later and told me I should at least get the epidural placed and that way medicine could be pushed at anytime. I didn't even know this was an option but it sounded good to me. The nurse anesthetist came in shortly after, placed the needle and then talked me into having a test dose. It was suppose to just numb me a little and then start to wear off. I was in enough pain at this point I was okay with that. Unfortunately it numbed me a lot. I couldn't feel a dang thing anymore. My contractions slowed down and became irregular. So I asked them to turn the meds off. My left side of my body stayed pretty numb for awhile but I was able to get feeling back in my right side pretty quickly.</div>
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We are having loads of fun at this point:)</div>
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Once I got to an 8 I decided I wanted the drip turned back on. Again I was told this would just numb me a little. Nurse anesthetist didn't think the drip would do much at this point so he blasted me with a full dose (Seriously not a fan of him at this point). Soon after this I was fully dilated and ready to push. We had to wait for the doctor to get there so my nurse made me keep my legs closed. She was scared she was going to deliver this baby. </div>
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It came time to push and I was so numb I couldn't feel anything. Baby's heart rate was starting to plummet so I was placed on oxygen. Since I was so numb I couldn't push effectively at all. After trying to push a couple times baby wasn't doing well so doc had to pull out the forceps. I was so frustrated knowing my baby was in trouble and I couldn't do anything to help out. </div>
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Luckily the doc did an awesome job and had baby out quickly. He was born at 1:03pm. (9 hours from beginning to end) Babe was super purple though so I didn't get to hold him. The nurses took him away to work on him. Nate followed baby while I delivered the placenta and got stitched up. I kept looking at Nate to see if all was okay. When he couldn't give me an answer I started crying. </div>
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Soon things improved and after getting baby weighed I finally got a chance to hold him. I was so grateful to be holding my precious baby boy. He was pretty beat up and still a little purple but to me he was perfect. </div>
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7lbs 11oz 20.5 inches </div>
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It took us a few days to name him (not surprising). We had it down to 3 names and Nate told me I could pick whatever I wanted from the three names. I took full advantage of having free reign and he was soon named Kade Jackson Rencher. I love my baby Kade!</div>
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Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-5934355825862717402012-12-02T17:11:00.002-08:002012-12-02T17:35:15.162-08:00Baby Kade...<div style="text-align: center;">
I suppose I should have known better than to commit myself to doing daily blog entry the whole month of November when I was super prego, knowing I would be having the babe half way through the month. Truly I have much to be thankful for but you are just going to have to trust me on that one because I will not be finishing my thankful posts:)</div>
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But I will introduce you to the newest love of my life. Our sweet baby Kade is too precious for words. I feel like the luckiest mom every time I hold him. I can't get enough of him! Even if I am super sleep deprived:)<br />
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We named our little guy Kade Jackson Rencher. Kade was my number one pick and Jackson was Nate's so we compromised by using both. Kade was born on November 12 and 1:03 pm. He weighed 7 lbs 11 oz and was 20.5 inches long. </div>
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So far everyone in our house is a fan of the new addition. Cambri loves holding him and smothering him in kisses. If Kade cries when she is holding him she yells at the top of her lungs, "Mom the baby is crying!" Sadie isn't as interested in Kade but occassionally says he is so cute. When he cries she will say, "He wants me!"<br />
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Nate is loving that he has another buddy in the house. They have bonded by taking many naps together and watching football.<br />
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I am completely smitten by my baby boy. There is something so magical about holding him. I can easily forget about the dirty dishes or laundry pile that is taking over my house just by cuddling him. Pretty sure I could stare at him ALL DAY LONG.<br />
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I have been spoiled with lots of help from family and friends which has allowed me time to just enjoy these first few precious weeks with Kade. Both my mother-in-law and sister-in-law Janelle stepped in and did all my mommy duties for almost two weeks between the two of them. I didn't have to get out of bed until 9 or 10 for the first two weeks after coming home from the hospital. I can't even begin to express how much I appreciate them. I miss them already. Cambri does too. As we walked out of Target the other day she said to me, "I wish Grandma could come back so she could buy us toys and you could stay home and take care of baby Kade." <br />
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When I really think about the fact that I am now in charge of three kids it kind of overwhelms me:). So far we are doing well but I don't have any obligations and we often don't go anywhere all day. The few times I have taken all three of them out by myself it takes forever to get us ready. My house needs to be cleaned and the laundry truly is taking over, but I suppose that is okay. I find myself being much more relaxed with this baby. I really wish I could have been like this with my first child. For some reason I was so caught up in being the "perfect" parent that I often forgot to just enjoy the sweet blessing that was mine.</div>
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I will get some more posts on here about the whole labor and delivery story and our Thanksgiving celebrations. But for the moment I better attend to Kade who is now screaming even though .2 seconds ago he was sound asleep.</div>
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Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-90926284956159183532012-11-07T20:32:00.000-08:002012-11-07T20:32:19.007-08:00Day 5...<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Phone calls from home...</span></b></span><br />
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Today I am grateful for a healthy body that is able to carry my babies to full term. I follow a design blog of a girl who had her first baby at 24 weeks. She is pregnant with her second baby and was put on bedrest in the hospital at 24 weeks. The hope is to get her to 30 weeks at least. Obviously even at 30 weeks there will be lots of medical intervention to help the baby develop and thrive. I can't imagine being in her shoes.</div>
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The last month of pregnancy is <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>HARD</b></span></span> for me. My short little body just doesn't have room for my growing little baby. Everything hurts and I have no energy to give to the rest of my family. I am truly in survival mode. Today I was a total grump and had little patience with my girls. I find myself feeling jealous of people who deliver perfectly healthy babies at 38 weeks. I would be done with pregnancy and holding my sweet baby boy right now if that were the case for me.</div>
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But I can't help but think back to the blog I follow and the struggles that this girl and her family are facing and will be facing in the near future. I have nothing to complain about! </div>
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My body may look absolutely ridiculous right now, and truly there isn't a muscle or joint in my body that doesn't ache, but soon this will all be over and the blessings will far outweigh any struggles it took to get our little boy here. </div>
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I consider myself one lucky girl to be married to such an awesome hubby!!!:)<br />
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We will be celebrating our 7th anniversary this December. Holy Moly! That makes me feel old. We have experienced so much the last 7 years. There have been lots of ups and downs, but we have grown closer from it all.<br />
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Everyday when I hear the garage door open, announcing that Nate is home from work, it makes my heart so happy. In fact all his girls love hearing that noise:). The poor kid can't even breathe for two seconds before we all want his attention and love. I am so grateful for his willingness to work hard to provide for our family. I know that I couldn't go through what he does everyday. For one thing I would not do well having to be to work before 6am. And I know I wouldn't do well being under the pressure he deals with at work. <br />
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Nate is my best friend and I am grateful for the support I feel from him. His strengths are my weaknesses and we compliment each other well. At least I think we do...I know I have many quirks that drive him crazy:). I love that I have a best friend to turn to for anything.<br />
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Love you Buddy!!!</div>
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I know it may seem a little cliche to go through each of my family members while doing this gratitude journal but let's be honest they are my pride and joy. And I am oh so grateful for each one of them. So yes tomorrow it won't be a surprise who I blog about. </div>
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Being so close to my due date right now sure has made me think back to when I was pregnant for the first time and waiting to go into labor. All of my pregnancies have been unique and special in their own way but it is hard to top the feelings I had the first time. I wish I could go back to those first few days of being a new mom. <b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Holding Cambri for the first time fulfilled so many of my dreams.</span></b></div>
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Cambri is so much like me it is scary. It has made it fun in so many ways, yet very challenging in others. I know she and I will always be buddies but I think we will have the ability to drive each other crazy as well:)</div>
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Yesterday I told Cambri and Sadie that they had to clean up the toys they were playing with before I would get the markers and crayons out for them. Cambri wasn't too excited about the idea. After me telling her 5 or 6 times that I wasn't going to get anything else out until the mess was cleaned up she said to me, "I can't clean the whole house! You're the mom, you do it!" I just had to laugh at the little stinker. Cambri's dramatic ways keep us entertained:)</div>
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Cambri really is such a good girl. She likes to keep the rules and loves knowing she has made her mom and dad proud. I am grateful for her sweet little soul. <br />
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I start with her today because she was the first one awake in our house this morning and her cheerful disposition started the day off just right (not always the case with this little gal. She is more of a night owl). Nate had to work this morning so I was in bed by myself when she woke up. She crawled right into bed and said over and over again, "I love my mom". Can't be mad about an early wake up call when it is followed with such sweetness. Sadie also gave me a good 10 minutes of cuddle time before we got up to get breakfast. She has never been my cuddle bug so I cherish any time she willingly snuggles me. </div>
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I love the stage Sadie is at right now. There are days I wish she could stay 2 forever (even though her sleep habits are less than desirable). I count my blessings everyday that I get to be her mom. </div>
Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-30882253153432387632012-10-31T20:30:00.003-07:002012-10-31T20:30:59.272-07:00TODAY...<strong><span style="font-size: large;">1.</span></strong> I lived off 5 hours of very sketchy sleep. Partly because I was having a hard time sleeping and partly because little miss Sadie woke up at 3:30am thinking it was time to play. She brought a book to me and wanted to read it. <strong><span style="font-size: large;"><em>I sure hope baby brother is a better sleeper than his sister or I just may die.</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">2.</span></strong> I taught my last group exercise class until after this baby is born. I was really hoping to teach until the end but this last week my body decided it was done. I have so many contractions I can hardly move and every muscle that is involved in holding this baby up feels like it will tear any minute. I am looking forward to being able to exercise without a gigantic belly. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">4.</span></strong> I fed my family hotdogs for dinner. Ketchup counted as the veggie for the night. Healthy gourmet cooking at its best:). I am sure my husband was very impressed. When I asked Cambri if she wanted a hotdog she said, <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">"no I am saving room for all the candy I will get tonight." </span></em></strong> And because I am such an awesome mom I didn't make her eat dinner. I am pretty much a pushover the last month of pregnancy because I have no energy to spare. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">5.</span></strong> We enjoyed some <span style="font-size: large;"><strong><u>family time</u></strong></span> at the YMCA Halloween party and the ward Trunk-or-Treat. This was Halloween party #3and4 and I am pretty sure we are candied out. My girls have loved dressing up this year. <em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">I love how magical it is for them.</span></strong></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Cambri wearing her new bow I made her today. She pretty much thought I was the coolest mom ever because I made her a bow with pink guitars on it. I will be sad when she gets older and I am not the coolest person she knows).</span></em></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">7.</span></strong> Cambri was coloring with markers and made the comment that lots of our markers are getting old. I told her maybe Santa will bring us new markers and put them in our stockings. She said she didn't think Santa would bring markers because he knows that she <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">LOVES</span></strong> candy the most!:) <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">8.</span></strong> Is almost tomorrow and I really should head to bed. Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-62225216539426345882012-10-28T18:48:00.000-07:002012-10-28T18:48:01.785-07:00Enjoying the Present Moment...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After listening to an amazing general conference talk by <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2012/10/of-regrets-and-resolutions?lang=eng">President Uchtdorf</a> (Worth reading over and over!) I was very much reminded how I need to relish in the beauty of each and every day. And it is true, so much happens in my day that I have to be grateful for. If I don't take time to stop and appreciate the precious moments I will miss out on the cute things my kids do and the funny things they say. We have had some funny conversations as of late...</div>
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After asking Cambri if she was ready for her lunch she says to me, "In a minute mom. I need to finish coloring my picture. I can't do both things at once. I am NOT superwoman."</div>
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She may or may not have heard me say this to her a time or two:).</div>
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Sadie loves to play a game where she will line a bunch of toys up on the tv stand and then say, "Want momma?" I then tell her I want noodles or cookies or milk....She will give me something and say again, "Want momma?" After doing this a few times I told her I wanted to go to bed and she promptly replied, "Noooooooooo" and laughed. </div>
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Sadie has never been the best sleeper and lately her nap has been making it so she doesn't go to bed at night until 10 or 11pm. She and I have been spending a lot of quality time together at night. As much as I wish I had my alone time before going to bed it has been fun to enjoy some one on one time with her. </div>
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<i><b>A couple days ago Cambri said to me-</b></i> "Mom I can't wait to be a mom when I get bigger."</div>
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<b>Me</b>- "Being a mom is pretty cool. Guess why I love being a mom?"</div>
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<b>C</b>- "Because you love us so much."</div>
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<b>C</b>- "Mom I love you more than spaghetti and cookies"</div>
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<b>M</b>- "Wow that is a lot. Do you love me more than pumpkin rolls?"</div>
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<b>C</b>- (after a long pause)..."I really love pumpkin rolls."</div>
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Cambri came to me holding one of her babies. She says to me, "Mom my baby was just born."</div>
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<b>C</b>- "I went to the store and looked down and my belly wasn't big anymore. I looked over on the couch and my baby was just laying there!"</div>
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<b>C</b>- "Sometimes she would push on my bladder and make me have to go to the bathroom all the time."</div>
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The other thing I know I need to be better at is making time for my husband and making sure we spend quality time together. Sometimes after a long day we are both exhausted and it is easy to neglect our relationship. Nate leaves the house by 5:30 every morning and his return time is always a mystery. When he gets home the girls are all over him. We have to be very deliberate about planning our date nights or it is easy to let them pass by the wayside. Never ever do I want him to feel like he isn't important to me. </div>
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I love my little family and know I am so blessed to have them.</div>
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Be sure to check out the following post too. Lots of cute Halloween pics:)</div>
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We have had a fantastic month of celebrating Halloween and the beautiful Fall weather. As much as I hate to see the summer go away I do love Fall. Ohio has been absolutely gorgeous!!!</div>
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We found a pumpkin patch that we love going to called Honey Haven Farm. It is a bit of a drive but it provides a whole day of fun. And the pumpkin ice cream is to die for:) Not that I got to taste any. My girls gobbled it right up.</div>
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It seems the flow of sugar is constant these days. We have had lots of fun making yummy sugar cookies and decorating them. Both my girls love frosting and ate a gallon of it I am sure. </div>
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From the looks of it the cookies were a success!!!:)</div>
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This might be my all time favorite picture thus far. I love that my girls get so excited about dressing up. Cambri is Princess Tiana Ballerina. She started planning her costume about 3 months in advance and then changed her mind a million times. Lucky for me she decided on the easiest costume of all that required no sewing whatsoever. She looked like a little princess and was so proud of her costume. Love her! Sadie is wearing the puppy doggie costume that Cambri wore when she was 2 years old. I adore everything about this costume and plan on using a third time for baby brother when he gets older.</div>
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There are no words to describe how much I love her!</div>
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Painting pumpkins at Cambri's preschool party. Both my girls love doing crafts. We do them often at home too and I love it. </div>
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We have so many Halloween parties to go to this year we will for sure be candied out by the end of the month. I figure I better be a fun mom now before baby comes and I am too tired to function. Lucky for us Nate was only on call one weekend this month so we had lots of time for family fun on our Saturdays. Next month we won't be so lucky since Nate has to make up call time for when he is taking time off for the baby. </div>
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This pregnancy has gone by fairly quickly for the most part, at least weeks 20-30 went quick, but today I woke up and found no motivation to accomplish anything. I made up my mind that I was okay if I didn't get out of my pjs all day. I certainly had no care in the world to clean the house or touch the laundry. It kind of feels like time has stopped moving...it is going to be a long 4 weeks. Prior to hitting my wall I was the nesting queen. I suppose I burned myself out. My poor bladder can't take much more. I spend a crazy amount of time in the bathroom, and I won't be surprised if I end up peeing my pants at some point. I definitely have the prego waddle going on and I know my belly looks like it is going to explode. There are a few ladies that work at the YMCA with me that feel the need to remind me on a daily basis just how large and in charge I am. Thankfully I have a few good friends who lie to me and tell me my belly looks cute and small:). I have been able to keep teaching my classes at the gym and hope to teach up until this baby comes out. I am tired whether or not I exercise so I figure I better keep moving or I may park my rear on the couch and never move again. Although I can still do kickboxing, step, and cycling I can't walk or run without bringing on a spell of contractions.<br />
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Despite all the aches and pains my body is experiencing I am so grateful for this little boy growing inside of me. I love feeling him move around and I am getting so anxious to see and hold him for the first time. I am curious if he will look just like his sisters or if he will have his own look. And I can't wait to use all the cute little boy clothes I have been given as gifts or hand-me-downs. I have loved the girl world, but am looking forward to experiencing life with a little boy too. I feel super blessed for having such a sweet little family. <br />
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We are still undecided about what our little guy will be named. Most the names I have come up with have been shot down by Nate. We do have a couple that we both like so we shall see what the final verdict is. We seem to like to wait until we see the baby to make up our minds. I have to admit that boy names are much harder to come up with. </div>
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I did have a sleepless night with my Sadie bug the other day. She finally went down at 4:30am and Cambri woke up at 8am...I sure hope that baby brother is a good sleeper cause I am too old for that stuff. </div>
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Let the countdown begin!!!</div>
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This little girl has me wrapped around her finger. A little bit sassy and a lot bit sweet....Love her!!!</div>
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Sunday October 7th was Sadie's 2nd birthday. How time went by that fast I will never know. My baby is growing up at lightening speed. It doesn't help that she has wanted to be a big girl since the day she was born and is the most independent kid I know.<br />
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We had been talking about it being her birthday for quite awhile. She would get so excited and say "Sadie's birthday soon! Not Mommy's, not Daddy's, not Sissy's...Sadie's Birthday!!!" Any mention of the word birthday and her eyes would light up. She made it a lot of fun to celebrate.<br />
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Sadie requested a "Nana" (aka Tiana) cake for her birthday. I don't really know where her obsession with Tiana came from. I don't think she has even seen the movie. But for the last month when asked what kind of cake she wanted for her birthday she asked for a "Nana" cake. So "Nana" cake it was.</div>
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She was pretty excited about her cake which made all the effort worth it. Although I have to admit this was one of the easier cakes I have ever made. Especially since I was a slacker on the design/decor of the dress. This pregnant body of mine is seriously lacking motivation to do anything these days, so the more simple the better in my opinion. </div>
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She was also so excited to blow out her candles she didn't even wait for us to sing to her. Within seconds of Nate lighting the candles she had them blown out. We had to relight them so we could sing. She sang along and got so excited. Seriously so much fun!</div>
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In addition to Sadie's "Nana" cake, Cambri also made a "cake":). She worked hard on it and was very proud of her creation. The whole top of the barbie is covered with a roll of tape. (This is what happens when I am distracted and not paying attention to what my 4 year old is up to). I was quite proud of her cake and determination to make it work. The blocks around the outside of the plate are "fudge pieces". </div>
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We kept the celebration very small but it was perfect. Sadie was a happy girl.</div>
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Sadie got new princess sheets for her bed. I think this was a present for me as much as it was for Sadie. She climbs out of her bed a million times before finally falling asleep. I am hoping these sheets make her excited to get in bed:)</div>
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Princess jammies!</div>
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Sadie also got a little doll that has clothes you can snap on and off. It is super cute. Some friends of ours have them and Sadie and Cambri love playing with them. Sadie was very excited to get her own dolly but has had to share it with her sister who pretty much laid claim to it within seconds of it being opened. Cambri has promised that she will share her birthday presents with Sadie when it is her birthday:). </div>
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I have said it before but seriously this girl is an independent little stink. She has recently acquired an ugly scream that comes out when I do something for her that she wanted to do herself. If I put her in her bed she will cry, climb out, and then climb back in all-by-herself. I help her do the bottom buckles up on her carseat but heaven forbid I do the top one too. When walking down the stairs she will not hold my hand even if the step is far too big for her. Recently she has tried to convince me that she doesn't need my help to wipe her after going potty...I am not ready to let her have that job. </div>
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Miss Sadie has to wear a skirt or dress everyday...with the exception of her pink sparkle pants. And even those are often accompanied with a skirt on top. If she had it her way she would wear a big frilly church dress all the time.<br />
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For some reason Sadie has turned into a momma's girl over the last few months. I have always taken the backseat to daddy up until this point. It makes me wonder if she can sense baby brother will bring big changes around here.<br />
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She still loves her daddy though and often asks where daddy is if he is late getting home from work.<br />
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Sadie, just like her big sister, loves puzzles and is really good at them.<br />
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She also loves to play hide-and-seek and "I spy".<br />
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Sadie is sure we are naming baby brother Coco. She often gives my belly kisses and says, "Coco come out!" She thinks my big belly is funny and indestructable. Baby brother is going to have to be a tough kid to put up with his big sisters.<br />
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Sadie loves eating oatmeal for breakfast and treats for lunch and dinner. She is actually a really good eater but would live off sugar if she could. "I want a 'tweet' momma" is a common phrase around here.<br />
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Sadie talks very well for being two years old. She jabbers all day and has the cutest little voice in the world. I think one of my favorite words she says is "blankelet" for blanket.<br />
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Sadie takes a few minutes to wake up in the morning and likes to spend this time just lounging in her bed without being bothered. If I can hear that she is up I will call for her, but often she will reply, "I am sleepy momma!" If given the appropriate amount of time to wake up by herself she wakes up very happy. Not so much the case when we are in a hurry and she has to do things on my time table.<br />
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Naps are starting to throw things off a bit these days. Sadie still needs a nap or she can't quite make it through the day but when she does nap she has a hard time falling asleep at night. She and I spend lots of quality time together late at night. <br />
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Sadie's best buddy is Ruby. They are the cutest little friends and always give hugs when they see each other. <br />
Sadie refers to herself as Sadie Buggie and it is the cutest thing in the whole world. It makes me glad that we changed her name the first month of her life. I still think Hadley is a cute name but this little girl of mine is a Sadie Bug through and through.<br />
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Although it is almost 10:30pm right this very moment Sadie is still up and currently trying to move the kitchen chairs so she can climb up on the counters and get a cup for a drink. Apparently I wasn't moving fast enough so she is taking matters into her own hands. <br />
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<b>A little reminiscing via photos of the last two years..</b>.<br />
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It is hard to believe she really was that small once upon a time. <br />
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I love those little lips and fingers. Nothing more precious!!!<br />
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Just a few days old.</div>
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Pictures of Nate cuddling my babies are my favorite cause they look so small compared to him.</div>
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Summer 2011. Oh how I love her chunky arms! <br /><br />
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Christmas 2011<br />
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Summer 2012<br />
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE SADIE BUGGIE!!!!<br />
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Today was an amazingly beautiful Fall day. I really do love this time of year here in Ohio. It helped that we were able to enjoy the day as a family. </h2>
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On a side note...the pumpkin scarecrow, although cute, tends to scare me when I glimpse him out of the corner of my eye through the window. Kind of catches me off guard and for a split second makes me think there is a strange man sitting on our porch swing. Or maybe it creeps me out that it looks like Nate has his hand on the scarecrow's leg.</h2>
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Tis the season for pumpkin pancakes (shaped like ghosts of course!). We will be incorporating pumpkin into many of our recipes over the next few months. I found a pumpkin cream cheese muffin recipe I can't wait to try. If it is a success I will share it with you.</h2>
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I will be sad when my girls are older and don't think funny shaped pancakes are the coolest thing in the world. For now I will just enjoy that such simple things make me the coolest mom ever:). I need something to win me points since over the last week I have turned into a tired old blob. My very pregnant body is slowly giving out on me. Time was passing quickly up until last week, but I think I have hit my wall. Kind of a bummer since I have 6 more weeks to go...sigh.</h2>
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Crazy to think two years ago at this time I was getting ready for bed, completely devastated that I was once again seeing my due date come and go and I was still very pregnant. Little did I know that I would be headed to the hospital in just a few short hours. Can't believe my Sadie Bug is turning 2 years old tomorrow! </h2>
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It just took me far too long to put this post together because my brain is so tired. Here's to hoping the little ones sleep in tomorrow!!! And here's to hoping we get to enjoy many more beautiful days like today. </h2>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption"> About a month ago my little brother and his family moved to South Bend, Indiana for law school at Notre Dame. This means we now live only 5 hours away from family!!! Once upon a time 5 hours seemed like an eternity, but compared to the 27 hour trip to get home to Utah or Idaho, 5 hours is nothing. My parents flew out to help my little brother and his family get settled in so I jumped on the opportunity to go visit while they were in town. It was so good to see everyone. It had been over a year which is the longest I have ever gone without seeing my parents. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My girls loved all the attention they received from grandma and papa. Cambri often asked me to leave the room so that I wouldn't interrupt her time with grandma:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little brother Alan and his wife Shana had their first baby on June 4 which means these two little monkeys share a birthday. They bonded almost immediately. It was really fun to see Cam want to help with and hold baby Clayson. She is going to be a great big sister to her little brother. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this is the face of an almost 2 year old whose sleep schedule has been very interrupted. Naps didn't really happen and trying to get her to go to bed in the same room as Cambri and me was quite the challenge. Have I ever mentioned that this girl is full of spunk!? Even with a grumpy face I just want to grab her and squeeze her. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Except for the fact that Nate couldn't join us on this adventure (and I gained 7 lbs in 3 days) it was a fantastic way to spend the weekend. We are hoping Alan and Shana will be able to come spend Thanksgiving with us (which means I need this baby to come out so I am not in the hospital over the holiday). We may even make the trip back to Indiana in the near future to watch the Notre Dame/BYU football game...Love, LOVE, L-O-V-E having family so close!!!!! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tonight we took pictures of all Cambri's favorite things so she can make a book of them tomorrow per her request. I love when her little mind comes up with such creative ideas. She gathered her toys and put on a little show for me. Way Cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course Little Miss Sadie wanted in on the fun. My girls spend 90% of their day in dress up clothes. On a side note...The other day my girls got in a little argument over something silly. They started pointing at each other while saying, "Bad Baby!" over and over again. after a minute of this Sadie stopped and thought for a moment and then replied, "I not baby, I Sadie Bugie!" She walked away with a big smile on her face. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dancing is something that happens daily in this house. All it takes is a little music and this girl can't help herself. Her favorite dance move involves making me spin in circles with her. Unfortunately I am way too old for that kind of fun and get dizzy...sad!!! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These pictures of Cambri make me smile. They show her cute little personality so well. Such passion!!! Dance has been her favorite thing out of everything she has tried so far. I think it is a perfect outlet for her creative/dramatic personality:) She just got a new pair of tap shoes and has been showing of her skills on the kitchen floor. She is my girly girl and I love it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cambri started her second year of preschool this year and so far is loving it. She is going three times a week in the afternoon. It is a nice break for both of us:) Preschool has done amazing things for this girl. She has come out of her shell so much. She was more than ready to start school this year. Especially since she got to pick out her new smurfette backpack. This was something she knew she watned for months and she waited so patiently to get the right one. Next year Cambri starts all day kindergarten. It makes me a little nervous to send my baby off all day long. It will be different knowing she is spending more time away from me than with me. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pictures like this make me wonder where time has gone. How did my baby girl grow up so fast!!! She piced out her outfit weeks ago and has been very anxious to wear it for the first time. School shopping was fun wtih her this year because I let her pick out what she wanted as long as it was mommy approved. She loved trying on the outfits and checking herself out in the dressing room mirror. One day she and I are going to be great shopping buddies!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sadie wishes so badly it was her turn to go to school too. She wants to be just like her big sister. The other day when dropping Cambri off at school Sadie also wanted to wear her backpack. We all walked up to the door where Sadie showed her backpack to everyone. She was so proud of it and so excited to feel like a big girl. When all the kids headed into the building she turned around and waved goodbye to me and started following the crowd. The girl was giddy with excitement thinking it was her turn to go to school. When I told her she had to stay with me her little heart was broken into a million peices. I completely crushed her world. The problem was remedied when we got home and I let her play with her sisters beloved toys:) We will have to figure out something because she still has 2 more years until its her turn. She still naps when Cam is at school, but we usually spend 20 minutes together doing puzzles or playing with blocks before she goes down. It has been funt to have some one on one time with my little Sadie Bug. </td></tr>
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Yes it is true, I have two very cute little girls. But let us be honest for a moment. They are kids and they are not perfect. Everyday has its challenges. My girls fight like cats and dogs. It drives me crazy!!!!! Both my girls are as stubborn as they come and little miss Sadie is the most independent child ever to walk the earth. Pretty sure she says, "I do it!" 5,000 times a day. Cam only thinks in absolutes so she pouts about never being able to do anything fun even if the whole day was devoted to her. They know how to drain the energy out of me by the days end and I often wonder if they still love me come bedtime. As of late Sadie has made bedtime a struggle. Her nap is making it hard for her to fall asleep at night. She isn't quite ready to get rid of the nap so I have had to cut it shorter than she would like or she is up until midnight. She still climbs out of her crib a million times, comes downstairs, does really cute things and then cries when I put her back in her bed. Last night I finally shut her door so she at least couldn't get out of her room...lots of tears, lots of screaming. She is still sleeping so it is yet to be decided if she still loves me. </div>
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Despite the struggles I still love being mom. Adding a third child to the mix scares me to death though. As much as I don't want to be pregnant anymore, I am pretty content keeping baby brother in the belly for now.</div>
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Yesterday would have been my mom's 56th birthday. I can't believe she has been gone for almost 23 years. I think of her almost everyday still, but for the most part it isn't a sad thing anymore. I am grateful for the few memories I do have of her and for the great example she left for me to follow. </div>
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I did get a little emotional yesterday thinking about her. Now that I have kids of my own I realize just how much my mom loved her children. I know that she had hard days too, but when it came down to it we were her life and what gave her joy. I feel closer to her now that I am a mom even though it has been many years since she passed. </div>
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Yesterday I missed her more than I usually do. I ached for her to give me advice on how to be a good mom to three children. I felt a little empty that she isn't coming to help when the baby is born. I wanted to call her and tell her how tired and uncomfortable I am. </div>
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About a month ago we decided to paint our whole house all at once instead of doing it room by room like I had originally planned. And when I say the whole house I mean walls, trim and ceiling...no biggie right? We were tired of everything not being done and we wanted to make sure we finished the projects before we have to sell the house in about 3.5 years. Which seriously was the rate we were moving at. This means that my every waking free minute is spent painting. Luckily it is looking great and I am so happy we are doing it all. The chaos will be worth it. In a couple weeks I hope to have some pictures of finished projects but for now I will let you have a sneak peek of what has been going on for the last month. It will make you feel really good about the current state of your own home:)... </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We no longer use our kitchen table because it has become our work station. Also you will notice the bare windows in the background. I have a solution to cover them but still need to figure out the color scheme.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This room is the most finished but still needs some work. I will get some before and afters when it is all said and done. The wall on the right will be covered with photo ledges and what not. The blue carpet (which I so thought we would replace when we bought the house) has given me quite the challenge when it comes to decorating this room. Even though it is more of a navy blue it still doesn't go well with colors so for now the room is a little plain. I decorated with a lot of gray and then decided to paint the walls gray so I am trying to figure out how to jazz it up. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Believe it or not there is a beautiful dining table, <strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><u>that my husband built</u></span></strong>, under all this mess. It seriously is awesome and I can't wait to get this room put together. The walls use to be red, DARK red. It took me three coats of primer to cover it up. So far that is all that has been done in here. Just getting rid of the red has made a huge difference. Can't wait to tackle this room!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am working on painting the trim in this room for now and then I will paint the walls the same gray color as the rest of the house. We bought the couch when we started this adventure and plan to get some accent chairs. Why do chairs have to cost a fortune?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As if painting the whole house wasn't a big enough project I talked my husband into tearing down the ugly ceiling overhang thing (not sure what else to call it). It was serving no purpose but closed off the room so much. It only took about 30 minutes to take down and I think Nate secretly enjoyed the project:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We replaced the ugly florescent light with recessed lighting. I say we because I choose the lighting and Nate did all the work:) I do the majority of the painting so it's fair:) The change makes a world of difference and every time I walk into the kitchen it makes me smile. The kitchen feels fresher, newer and more open. Now we just need to finish painting the ceiling and put the covers on the lights. If I am not totally burned out of painting when all is said and done I plan to paint our cabinets white. Again ignore the bare windows...soon they will look awesome. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since I spend all my time working on house projects I am usually greeted by huge piles of laundry like this that take days to finally sort and put away. One day I hope to become supermom and figure out a way to have a clean beautiful house. Pretty sure that day will only come if we hire a housekeeper:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">32 weeks!!! The comments about how big my belly is have already started. When buying paint a few days back the lady helping me gasped (seriously gasped) when I told her I was due it November. She then proceeded to tell me I was REALLY big for not being due for a few months. Pretty sure I cried when I got in the car...I may have been overly tired/emotional that day. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sadie's 3 hour afternoon nap is starting to backfire. Come 10pm the girl is not tired. I put her in bed around 9 and an hour later she is yelling for me obviously far from sleep. So for the last few nights I have had a buddy to hang out with. She is pretty good at keeping herself entertained so I don't mind too much. The above picture is night #1.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night #2...If she wasn't so cute I might be able to just let her cry in her crib.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night #3...I didn't rescue her from her crib and this is how I found her when I checked on her before going to bed. She had thrown everything, including sheet and blankets out. Nothing like sleeping on a plastic mattress:).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to potty train!!! (I figured I was going to need a little help as well so I made sure to pick up a few treats for me). I am happy to report our efforts were successful and we now are diaper free at our house! I will enjoy it for the short three months before baby brother gets here. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When beginning the process I don't think we left the kitchen for two days. I really didn't want to be scrubbing carpet all day. I think my girls wish we potty trained everyday. They have never had my undivided attention like this before. And I let them do things that are usually off limits...blow bubbles inside, draw with markers all over their bodies (and mine), and eat candy and chips to their hearts content. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And at our house one must always be a princess even when potty training.<br />
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Just as a reminder for the next go around...the first two days were so hard and I was doubting myself for even trying. Sadie is a very idependent child and what worked for Cambri did NOT work for Sadie. Remember all those bribery treats from the picture? Sadie was interested in them for 2 seconds. Cambri (and Nate) ended up eating most of them. I think when I potty trained Cambri we went through a million stickers and treats and she wanted them for months after being trained. Sadie really didn't care about them at all. She liked when we all got really excited and ran around cheering for her. This is far too much information but I find it to be cute...she refers to her poop as snakes. It makes me smile every time. <br />
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I know I have been spoiled with two girls who have potty trained before turning two so I am well prepared to get a baby boy her stays in diapers til her is 6:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have loved having a hot tub in our backyard. We keep it at a more of a swimming pool temperature so the girls think it is the perfect little swimming pool. Both girls have become so comfortable in the water this summer thanks to Nate taking them swimming after he gets home from work. I usually use this time to put my feet up and relax or get some cleaning done. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last but not least we celebrated Nate's birthday. The BIG 3-0!!! Unfortunately Nate worked all day and was on call all night so we couldn't do much to celebrate. We did surprise him with some homemade decorations and balloons, shrimp dinner, chocolate pie for dessert, and a few presents. He and I also went on a date last weekend. We will be doing a bigger party with friends in a few weeks. Through the month of July Nate has been on call every other day so we are pushing the big party and cake reveal until August...stay tuned:) </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-28106678827957988552012-07-31T18:21:00.001-07:002012-07-31T18:21:17.763-07:00Ready for bed...<div><p>It's 9pm. I just got the girls in bed. Well kind of...Cambri is sleeping on the floor outside her room because she locked her door and I can't pick the lock. If I were nice I would let her sleep in my room but I want her to realize how important it is she doesn't do this again. I haven't seen or heard from Nate since 5:30am. I am tired and ready to tap out. </p>
<p>My girls did their fair share of fighting and yelling at each other throughout the day but come bedtime they decided to be buddies. While cuddling on the bathroom floor after taking a bath I heard Cambri say, "I love you Sadie Boo Boo." She even made up for saying a million time today that she wanted a new sister by giving Sadie hugs and saying she never wants a new sister, ever. And little miss Sadie said after giving me kisses, "I love you mommy."  Thank Heaven for little moments like these. They by far make up for any and all of the hard times throughout the day. </p>
<p>I am taking a risk tonight by putting Sadie to bed sans diaper. She has been potty trained for a couple weeks now but I always put her in a diaper for bedtime and she always wakes up soaked. But we are out if diapers and I didn't want to drag both girls to the store to get some. I will probably regret that at 2am when I am up changing sheets and pjs. </p>
<p>I need to plan my routine for class tomorrow and then its bedtime for me!</p>
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Because these are the little things that my day are made of....<br />
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Last night I when I was getting ready to say prayers I heard Cambri get up to go potty. Normally I will let her take care of business and head back to bed on her own. For some reason I felt compelled to go say hi and tuck her back in. When I went in the bathroom she stood there with a blank face (obviously half asleep) and said "mom I don't know how to do it". I realized at that point she made it to the potty but didn't pull her undies down. Her little bum was soaked:). After getting her cleaned up she went right back to sleep and remembered nothing of it in the morning.<br />
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The last few nights Cambri has cried out for me because she was scared. It has been around 4:30am both times. Last night she wanted her glow worm to cuddle. Both nights while laying next to Cam until she fell back asleep I could hear Sadie in her bed talking. Last night she kept saying shovel over and over. She wasn't crying so I just let her talk and she eventually fell back asleep. If this keeps up when baby brother gets here we may just all be up partying at 4 in the morning. I bet you are jealous.<br />
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Today after making cookies with Cambri I told her I needed to sit down cause my feet hurt. When she asked why I told her because being pregnant makes my feet hurt and then said, "being pregnant is hard huh?" Her response caught me off guard when she said, "how do u get pregnant?" I told her you have to be old and married. Luckily that worked and she was distracted by something else. I have a feeling she and I are going to have the birds and the bees talk far before I am ready:).<br />
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We ended the day going furniture shopping. We need a couch for the front room badly. Half our house is still empty and it is driving Nate crazy. We can't afford what I really want so I would prefer to leave it empty. Sometimes I am a little high maintenance. Sadie and Cambri ran around the store like wild animals. They tried out every couch in the store. Eventually a game of tag started. It ended quickly when Cam tagged poor Sadie so hard she flew half way across the store. We left the store with both girls in tears. Lucky for me I had to head to the church for a Young Women's activity so Nate was left to deal with the drama. <br />
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It may not be exciting but I love my life:)Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-67437416383060251612012-07-10T19:11:00.002-07:002012-07-10T19:13:28.485-07:00Pregnancy tidbits...These days I am....<br />
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ALWAYS tired, but can't fall asleep at night. Tylenol pm is my best friend these days.<br />
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Crave granola cereal with bananas and blueberries. I usually have a bowl of it at night before going to bed. May explain why I am packing on the pounds:)<br />
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Feeling old. My feet hurt all the time. I am usually in worn our flip flops or barefoot which I am sure isn't helping the situation.<br />
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Still teaching my classes at the gym. I actually feel really good right now and haven't had to back down yet on exercise.<br />
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Getting sick of my maternity clothes. Bummer I still have 4 more months of wearing them. I ripped a hole in the crotch of my favorite cargos and turned my white capris a dingy color by trying to bleach them...awesome. By the end of the day I usually end up in some of Nate's old gym shorts. It drives him crazy that I wear his clothes...sorry:)<br />
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Feeling the need to get some big projects done around the house. It took me a long time to get the house back in order after being out of commission for a couple months. Now I am wanting to get the paint back out and finish one of the million projects I started months ago.<br />
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Totally against eating tacos or red sauce of any kind. Not sure why but those foods just don't sit right.<br />
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Wishing I had a supply of Diet Dr. Pepper on hand. Never been a soda drinker but I need a little boost to get me through the day.<br />
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Itchy!!! Seriously my skin is so dry. I wish I could jump in a pool of lotion and soak it all in.<br />
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This is fun and all but I suppose it is time to stop avoiding the HUGE pile of laundry waiting to be folded...sigh.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-57001015434050044002012-07-10T18:56:00.000-07:002012-07-10T18:56:41.618-07:00Princess Party...I have decided I need to journal more often. I hate how many of the everyday little details I am forgetting. Blogging is going to be my form of journaling so you will be getting a lot of my boring ramblings on this blog. Feel free to read. I totally understand if you don't want to.
Anyhow, we had a princess party at our house today. My friend Amber had a doctor appointment so I watched her girls for the morning. It was perfect because her girls are 4 and 2 and get along great with my monkeys. In fact they got along so great that I was able to get my hair done and scrub all 3 bathrooms in the house while they played. Sign me up for that kind of babysitting job anytime!
When I look at pictures like these ones it makes me wonder how a little boy is ever going to survive in this house.
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<br />Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2335850523547181175.post-27593456071663032372012-07-05T12:02:00.001-07:002012-07-10T18:29:24.175-07:00Right now both my girls are sound asleep. Sadie is on her crib and Cambri is laying next to me in my bed. I planned on sleeping too but I can't slow my brain down. I would be productive and clean the house or get dinner started but my body is tired and begging for a little down time.
Naptime was something that only pertained to Sadie for a long time but over the last week magical things have happened and if I lay down with Cambri, read her a book, tickle her back and cuddle her she too will take a short nap. It is awesome. It pretty much makes life better for everyone. Even though I don't always fall asleep too I get some quiet time to myself. I hope nap time is here to stay through the rest of this pregnancy.<br />
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On my mind today....<br />
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Should I go back to the garage sale down the street and buy the baby swing for only $20?<br />
I need inspiration on how to decorate the wall above the couch in the family room.<br />
What should I plan for Nate's big birthday bash in a couple weeks?<br />
What kind of cake should I make?<br />
What are we going to do for fun tomorrow?<br />
I really wish a trip to Utah was in the near future.<br />
None of these should be keeping me from sleeping.<br />
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Just because I don't want to forget how cute Cambri's hand-writting is right now.....
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God told the Lord and the people would not listen. So God put rocks around the fire. Then Jesus fell off the rocks and he died. But then he was resurrected!!!
The story continued with a lot more fire and death. But finished with God protecting Jesus so the fire didn't burn him anymore. Her imagination is awesome.
We finished the night off hanging the flag on the front porch and enjoying some no bake cookies.
My little family makes me laugh.
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A view of our little house. I am trying to convince Nate we should take out some of the bushes. He isn't convinced just yet. We really have been happy with our first little home. Still lots of work to be done but its coming together and feeling more cozy.Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11579812873952284345noreply@blogger.com1