tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19165714989643411042024-03-13T05:50:12.116-07:00A Day in the LifeMommy blog about familyCbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-9441082178785961912017-07-02T18:52:00.001-07:002018-12-07T16:41:29.532-08:00Sophie's Birth storyI have decided that my births are not going to go according to plan, which I guess is typical. Margie came too quickly for me to make it to the birthing pool, and Sophie... well, I am getting ahead of myself.<br />
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June 2nd and 3rd I suddenly was hit with bursts of nesting energy. I had been really tired for awhile before, not able to do much extra, but between the two days, and with a lot of help from Mike and my sister-in-law Melissa, we got the house completely clean. So I was hopeful that the energy meant something was happening. We went out to eat at Golden Corral the night of the third to keep the kitchen clean and because I wanted steak.<br />
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I started having some mildly painful contractions at the restaurant, but didn't think too much about it, because I had been having contractions for a couple weeks. Then in the car on the way home, I had a couple that made me go, "Ooooooow!" Mike said he hadn't heard me talk like that since Margie was born. I think I freaked him out, because that had been so fast, but I told him they weren't that bad yet.<br />
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We got home and got the kids cleaned up for church the next day and then to bed. The contractions kept up, and stayed pretty painful, so I called my midwife (Cheryl) to let her know things were happening. She seemed to think it was serious enough to tell us to blow up the birthing pool, which made me happy, I was afraid it was going to be a false alarm, that they would go away while I slept. We called my cousin who wanted to be there for the birth, and was going to be responsible for my eldest, Mason, who I wanted to be there, and she came over around 11 to spend the night. I knew I should go to bed, but I had trouble falling asleep.<br />
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I woke up at three in the morning and the contractions were too painful to sleep through, but not so bad that I felt I should wake up anyone. Around six, they got more intense, and I contacted my midwife again. The problem was, they were very irregular. They were pretty painful, but I was tracking them and they were 7 minutes apart or more. So I figured I still had a while.<br />
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It was Sunday, so when the kids got up, we gave them cereal, and we called my Aunt Liz and asked her to come get the two youngest and take them to church. The plan was always for them to go with her if the birth happened during the day. She came and got them around 7:30, and told me later that she thought from observing me that it would still be several hours before baby came.<br />
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Around that same time, I messaged my mom and some of my sisters about what was going on, and mentioned that I was wanting medication already, that it HURT. I probably should have said the same thing to my midwife, but I was so hung up on the irregular contractions. I took a shower for a little bit, but it didn't help much and I didn't want to use up all the hot water, so I stopped and just walked around the house. My sister-in-law had come by this point, so Mike, Mason, April, and Sara were all in the front room talking.<br />
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Sometime after 9 am, I called Cheryl again and we talked for a few minutes, she listened to me through a contraction and had me see if I could feel anything going on with my cervix. I had been laying on my side for a bit, so she suggested I go walk around for about half an hour and see if that got the contractions closer together.<br />
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As soon as I hug up the phone, I was hit with a SUPER intense contraction, I couldn't move, think or talk. I should have called her back then, but I was hung up on the timing thing still. I went in the front room and walked around the birthing pool, stopping for contractions and timing them, and they were still too random. They hurt like the dickens, they just weren't consistent. Cheryl texted me, asking if I wanted her to come out and check my progress, but I didn't want her to come out if it was too early. I was just thinking that maybe I should go ahead and ask her to come, when I was hit with a very strong PUSHING contraction.<br />
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Now, when I pushed with Margie, no one else knew I was pushing. I felt the pushing urge, but the contractions were no worse than the others, and I was so caught up in them that I didn't tell anyone I was pushing. These were different. My lower back and bottom hurt SO BAD that I screamed with every contraction. Mike was sitting on the couch, and I threw him the cell phone and told him to call Cheryl and tell her I was pushing.<br />
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She said she was coming as fast as she could, and told him to have me lie on my left side on the bed, I am assuming to prevent gravity from bringing baby before she got there. He immediately started trying to fill the birthing pool with water. At some point, in between the painful pushing, I yelled for him to come in our room and get the protective padding under me, in case my water broke or something. Other than that, I was alone in the room because everyone was trying to get the tub ready, which I resented, but I wasn't lucid enough to ask them to send someone in to help me.<br />
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The birthing assistant showed up first, and they got Cheryl on the phone, on speaker. She could hear me screaming, and yelling that the baby was coming. At some point, I told Mike to just turn off the water, I wasn't going to be making in the tub. But I also didn't want to have her on my bed, I had visions of blood all over my nice bed. Mike suggested moving to the bathroom, but it was too late, before I could get up, I had another contraction, and the head started coming, I couldn't really move after that. I yelled for Mason and Sara to come in or they were going to miss it, Cheryl came running in at this point, and two minutes later, Baby Sophie was born.<br />
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Of course, I didn't know she was a girl yet, they put her on my stomach, and I just held her and cooed over the hair and the cuteness. We didn't check the gender for about five minutes, actually.<br />
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I again didn't make it in for a water birth. I had minimal tearing this time, which was nice, the first time I haven't needed stitches. She was 8 pounds, 12 oz, 21 inches long, and I was in labor for over 12 hours, my longest natural labor. Probably my hardest too, as far as pain goes. The pushing REALLY hurt, Cheryl thinks she was facing the wrong direction, causing back labor. She is four weeks old today, and absolutely adorable and sweet. She was only about a week and a half past my due date, so not Aiden stubborn.<br />
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<br />Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-79026426322063198562014-12-09T21:48:00.001-08:002014-12-10T06:54:00.184-08:00Baby Margie's Birth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Baby Margie is finally here! And here is her birth story.</div>
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I had an appointment with my midwife the morning of the 3rd, and at the appointment she did an exam and pushed on my cervix in an attempt to help it thin. She warned me that it might cause things to move along because it could cause the release of prostaglandins, then told me to try using castor oil as well. I wasn't looking forward to it, because I tried it with Aiden and had trouble swallowing it, but she told me to mix it with orange juice and I was hoping it would be easier. She also told me to go for a walk that morning before trying.</div>
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I left and picked up some castor oil, then took Aiden to a mall and we went walking around the mall until it was time to pick up Mason from preschool. I was having contractions, but nothing very painful, I could barely feel them unless I was moving. I picked Mason up from school, we had lunch and then I started the castor oil. I was supposed to take a dose every hour for three hours. In between doses I used the breast pump my aunt lent me and took a bath. Aiden was napping and Mason was watching TV. The contractions were still going and increasing, but I still couldn't really feel them. I started tracking them, and they were close to five minutes apart, but I couldn't tell how long they were lasting because I couldn't feel them unless I was moving around, and even then, it wasn't super painful. I could tell when they started but I couldn't tell when they stopped. My midwife told me to keep monitoring them, and I called Mike (right as he got off work) and told him he should hurry home.</div>
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I felt that something was happening and warned my aunt that I may need her to take the boys that night if thing heated up, and Mike called and got someone to cover his scout group that night. I took another bath, and then lay on my bed, still trying to monitor my contractions. They were less than five minutes apart now, some two and a half minutes, but I still couldn't feel anything unless I was moving. So around 7:30, I talked to my midwife, and we decided I would try to go to bed and see what happened. At this point I was feeling guilty for getting Mike to skip scouts, I figured that by morning the contractions would be done. We got the kids to bed at 8:30 and I was in bed by 9:30. But I could feel the contractions a little bit by then and couldn't fall asleep, and by ten, I knew it wasn't happening. And a few minutes later, I knew that it was definitely no false alarm.</div>
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I got up, told Mike to start setting up the tub, and called my midwife at 10:18 pm. She told me later that she could tell by the sound of my voice that she'd better hurry. I also called my friend who would be acting as my doula and my aunt to see if she wanted to bring over my cousin who had wanted to be there. Then I concentrated on dealing with the contractions, which by this point were about two minutes apart and VERY painful. I walked around the front room, went and sat on the toilet for some of them, and asked Mike at one point why I had wanted to have another baby. I could tell from how the contractions felt that things were going quickly, and all I wanted was to get in the tub. Mike was working on getting the tub filled with air and hooking up the hose to the shower. My midwife, her assistant, and my doula all showed up at the same time, and jumped in helping Mike get the tub ready, but before too long, we could tell that it wasn't going fast enough. I could hear them talking softly about how I probably wasn't going to make it in.<br />
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I kept dealing with the contractions as best I could, and suddenly felt that I was pushing. I felt the "ring of fire" starting, and as soon as that contraction was done, I went to the bathroom, figuring sitting on the toilet would help with the pain, and that it was the best place to be in case my water broke. Things moved pretty quickly after that.<br />
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Before I knew it, my body was actively, strongly pushing. I could feel her head coming, and my midwife had me feel her head. It felt weird to me, probably because my water hadn't broken yet, so I was feeling it through the membrane. Then bing bang boom, my water broke (I heard a little pop and a little fluid came out) another contraction started and my body pushed and continued pushing even after the contraction was over, and out popped the head. And then her body came out almost immediately, and the midwife and I caught her. The whole time I kept saying, "I don't <i>believe</i> it, I don't <i>believe this!" </i>It was just so fast, and I didn't get to go in the tub at all. I figured it would be fast, because Aiden was about three hours of labor that I was aware of, but I didn't expect it to be <i>that</i> fast. She was born at 11:14 pm.<br />
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I couldn't raise her up right away because the cord was draped across her neck and the midwife had to adjust it so I could pick her up properly, but then we fixed it and I was able to pull her up to my chest. They brought in a towel and cleaned her up as I held her, then put the towel over her to help keep her warm, and then helped me get out of my robe so I could hold her skin to skin. She squawked a little bit right after she was born, but didn't really cry at all. I stayed in the bathroom until the placenta came and Mike cut the cord. Then I handed her off to Mike and he held her while I made my way down the hall to my bedroom and he gave her back to me as soon as I lay on the bed. I got to hold her for the first two hours of her life. I started nursing her almost as soon as we lay down on the bed.<br />
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It was so different than the hospital. When they did end up measuring her, they left her lying down with me because she was stretched out, and they didn't weigh her until right before they were ready to go. Not even that made her cry because they used a cloth sling to weigh her, and she'd been nursing for awhile. She was nursing when they stitched me up, in an attempt to distract me from what was going on. I had an almost third degree tear, not a huge surprise considering how quickly she came, but not much fun to fix.<br />
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By 1:30 am, Mike and I were alone in our room, everything cleaned up, on our own bed. It was kind of surreal. Mike later compared it to shopping at the store versus ordering something online. I half expected to wake up in the morning still pregnant, that it had all been a dream, except I knew that it couldn't have been since it had hurt so bad.<br />
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The boys had no idea what had happened, they slept through the whole thing. The next morning, Aiden woke up, and Mike ducked out of the room and closed the door and got the camera. He woke up Mason, then had them come in together. The boys were so excited! Mason said, "The baby came out of your tummy!"<br />
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We are recovering from the birth pretty well. Margie is a very mellow baby, she doesn't cry much and sleeps very well. She is beautiful! We can't get over the black hair she has. And I think that her eyes will be brown, they are already darker than the boys' were.<br />
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It was all an interesting experience. I wasn't sure I was in labor earlier, because I'd never experienced it before properly. I was induced with Mason and that was a long arduous process I didn't want to repeat, and with Aiden, I went to sleep and woke up and I was obviously in labor. Although at the same time, this went differently than it did with Aiden. When I woke up with Aiden, I was in the hospital because they were planning to induce me, and when I was checked by the nurse, I was only dilated to a three, so I don't know if much had been happening while I was sleeping anyway. With Margie, I have no idea how dilated I was when the midwife got there, because she didn't check at all (which I think is somewhat typical with home births, since dilation doesn't tell you much anyway) but I'm sure I went into transition pretty quickly, and the painful part of labor was much shorter with her than it was with Aiden. So I don't know if the contractions I had all day were really doing much of anything, or just a warm up of some kind. Either way, I'm glad I was able to be at home, it was nice not worrying about if I needed to go to the hospital, knowing that the midwife could get to me in less than half an hour if she was needed.<br />
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I didn't get the birth I was hoping for, which I think is usually the case, but it was a wonderful experience anyway. I'm glad we opted for a home birth. For one thing, I wouldn't have made it to the hospital in time, as quickly as things went. For another, it was so nice being in my own home. My midwife was wonderful (for anyone seeking a midwife in my area, her website is <a href="http://kchomebirth.com/" target="_blank">here</a>) and I really think being at home actually made things easier for me, as intense and painful as it was. And I think it may have made a convert out of Mike; he wasn't really comfortable with the idea of a home birth despite everything we had discussed, but after what happened, I think he will be more so in the future.<br />
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Stats: 8 pounds 8 ounces, 20 and 3/4 inches long, and I was almost two weeks past my due date.<br />
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Here are a few more pictures for your enjoyment.<br />
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Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-19201788449790518182014-09-18T07:00:00.000-07:002014-09-18T07:00:22.961-07:00Cute little boy update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a little while since I talked about the kids, so here is an update about them.<br />
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Mason is four now and back at preschool. He goes mornings this year. It's technically all day, but I think he is too young for that, and since the only reason I even send him is for the speech therapy, I pick him up before lunch. We bought a van at the end of July, so I have a vehicle now, which makes picking him up possible. It's so nice having the van, side note, appointments and things are so much easier now. He's not a huge fan of being picked up early, he complains he wants to eat lunch there, though I know he wouldn't enjoy the food, it's always sandwich meat on yucky bread right now, though I've seen signs they are preparing to have hot lunches.<br />
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Mason is talking so much better now, which means we get cute funny sentences and stories from him now. Last night he told Mike a story about a cat driving a blue truck who went and got a rainbow truck, and when Mike asked, "Who drives a rainbow truck?" he answered, "A cat!" in a "Duh dad" tone of voice. He also says, "Fine" a lot when he loses an argument and for awhile he was saying, "Mooooooom!" in a "you're clueless" tone of voice. Glad he dropped that one. He has also discovered the word "Why?" so I am getting a lot of those questions now.<br />
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He dresses himself for the most part these days, though every so often says he needs help with something like socks that he's been doing for a long time. He's getting more independent too. Half the time when I walk him to Primary, he makes me stop at the door rather than taking him to his seat, and today he wouldn't let me walk him all the way to the bus. He brings home all sorts of art projects from school that he likes to show me and explain. Like he had one yesterday where he traced numbers with glue and glitter and he was showing me all the places he put too much.<br />
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Aiden is two now, and a jabber mouth. He talks so much better than Mason did at that age, but he's picked up a lot of the same funny speech things that Mason did (like "na-na"for "all done"). He's very good at asking for things he wants using words, and he enjoys having Mason at school. He gets very cuddly with Mommy while Mason is gone.<br />
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He is usually the first to wake up, almost always by 7 am, and he isn't quiet about it. He gets up, comes out of their room, shuts their door (very loudly usually) and comes in our room, usually with some toy. Even when he climbs in bed with us, he is very loud, talking or playing with the toy, and demanding that Daddy get him cereal. He rebels against bedtime as well, playing possum until we leave and then playing in his bed, or sometimes in Mason's bed, which means Mason doesn't get to sleep on time either. Mason has been taking a lot more naps lately as a result.<br />
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He's in nursery now, which was a bit of a fiasco the first few months, but he loves it now, runs right in without prompting. It's been good for him, teaching him to be a bit more independent so he isn't under my feet as much.<br />
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One thing he does which is super cute is he cleans up after himself, or tries to. The other day, for example, we were trying to get him to come in for dinner, and when we went in the front room to see what was keeping him, he had a washcloth he had gotten from the hall closet. He had spilled my water all over the floor and was trying to clean it up. It was a bit too much for a washcloth to pick up, but it's the thought that counts right? This tendency does make for more laundry though, because he always goes for a clean washcloth or towel when he spills his cereal in the morning, and usually tries to put them back in the drawer when he is finished, which probably explains the occasional smelly crusty rag I've been finding in there.<br />
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And then child number 3! We are having a baby girl in about three months! We are super excited about it, especially the boys. Aiden likes to pull up my shirt and blow raspberries on my tummy, while Mason puts his mouth up against it and talks to the baby. Mason also tells me all the time, "I want the baby to come out now!" We are doing a home birth in a tub this time, I'm looking forward to it. I really don't like hospitals, and don't feel they are especially helpful for the laboring process. It'll be nice to be at home where I can sleep in my own bed with my husband right there and my boys where I can see them. I felt terrible when Mason had to stay at Grandma's for two days when I had Aiden. I feel like the transition is scary enough without being separated from Mommy and Daddy. They will be going to my aunt's house during the actual labor and delivery (unless it happens in the middle of the night), but then they get to come home.Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-1396364142519447932014-07-12T08:00:00.000-07:002014-07-12T08:00:04.341-07:00Kitchen Remodel Part 3: Finishing up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
We hired a contractor to help install the cabinets and countertop because Mike had never done anything like it, and we were glad we did. It was more complicated than we thought.</div>
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The countertop is Mike's pride and joy, so cutting into it was scary, especially because our sink didn't come with a template. We almost didn't get the counter we wanted because they discontinued the color,but fortunately I called the supplier and found they had some in stock and got the place we ordered it from to try again.<br />
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The sink fit perfect, fortunately. We still have the cut out piece, we need to make a desk or something with it.<br />
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The cabinets were new too, but budget new.<br />
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The pantry was fun. The finished cabinets didn't come in the size we wanted so we bought an unfinished one, ordered unfinished doors that matched the new cabinets better, and got the contractor to finish it. The finished cupboards were maple, the doors on the pantry are alder, the frame around the doors are oak, and the panel on the side is birch. Fun stuff! But it looks good. We used what was left of the birch panel to make the kickplates and a panel next to the dishwasher as well. The dishwasher we found on Craigslist for $25. Nice, especially because Mike was laid off.<br />
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The microwave was on Craigslist as well. LOVE having the over the stove microwave, it frees up so much space on the counter. The fridge was a gift from someone at church.<br />
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The good thing about writing this late is that I have a longer term opinion about the kitchen. The main part has been finished for 3 months, and I have gotten into it well. And I LOVE it! I have so much more space (triple the counterspace, more cupboards) I have a dishwasher, I don't have to put appliances on top of my cupboards, I can actually sweep and mop my floor, and the garbage and recycling fit perfectly under the sink! And the outlets! I never have to to search for a plug, we installed a bunch of new ones, and they are all easily accessible! Plus, we grounded them all. Much safer. I am so happy with my new kitchen!</div>
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Once the demolition was done and the new and damaged walls were mudded, it was time to paint. First with Kilz of course, to prime it.</div>
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The boys had a lot of fun with the ladder, and Auntie Missa helped out quite a bit.<br />
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We figured they should each have a turn painting.<br />
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Then we did the green walls and white ceiling. It was a bit more vibrant than expected, but now that we've got trim and curtains and stuff it's toned down. We've had differing reactions, but we like it.<br />
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We did the floor when the walls were finished. We hired someone because we installed ceramic tiles. Worth. Every. Penny. It is gorgeous, and nice, and much easier to clean. The color is a bit off in this pic but it shows how nice it looks.<br />
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Next time: Part 3, finishing upCbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-43561267755930295102014-07-10T08:00:00.000-07:002014-07-10T08:00:01.710-07:00Kitchen Remodel Part 1: Before pics and demolition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I'm finally getting around to doing blog entries of our kitchen remodel, now that we finished the little touches. First, here are a few before pics.</div>
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Yucky. You can't see the floor either, it was a nasty asbestos thing where most of the tiles were crumbling, and it was basically impossible to keep clean. So we started tearing things apart.<br />
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The first thing to go was the closet/ pantry next to the fridge. It was too big and not useful. Ripping it out really opened up our space.<br />
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Then we took the door of the bathroom entrance and sealed it off (there is one from the master bedroom too, so we can still get in).<br />
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Then we tore up the floor. I really enjoyed that, did most of the tearing up myself.<br />
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While we were working on the kitchen, we set up a temporary kitchen in the front room so we could have breakfast and lunch at home. We setup a cooking rota with my mother-in-law across the street so that we could have real meals for dinner. Ended up removing the rug too, so it wouldn't get covered in food. The floor in the front room took some real cleaning when we were done.<br />
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At this stage, we also had the contractor we hired to do the cupboards come and redo the plumbing for the new sink, rewire all the electrical and add more outlets, and move the stove plug to the new location. Mike also spent a lot of time mudding the walls where we tore things out and the ceiling where there was some water damage that we repaired. It was all starting to come together.<br />
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Stay tuned for Part 2: Painting and flooring!Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-14989196056939125602014-07-09T09:22:00.001-07:002014-07-09T09:22:50.788-07:00Home Decorating Tips from a 2 year oldEver feel your parents have no sense of aesthetics? Fear not! With these handy tips, you can easily redecorate your home to show them your sense of style and have fun while you are at it! No pics, unfortunately, Mommy is too fast at cleaning up.<br />
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No kitchen decor is complete without a few milk splatters. An easy way to get them all over your area of the kitchen is to wait until your parents are distracted at breakfast time and stick your fingers in your cereal bowl. Coat them well with milk and then flick the milk all around. Repeat until desired effect is created or until you are caught by Mommy or Daddy.<br />
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Does your bathroom have a dull vanity? Mine is plain old ordinary black,and brandnew. It obviosuly needs some work.<br />
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For this change, all that is needed is a nice bar of soap. I picked white, it goes well with black. Get your fingers nice and dirty when Mommy is busy with something important like Facebook, then get her to let you in to the bathroom so you can wash your dirty hands. Immediately grab the soap, preferably a nice wet piece, and rub it all over the front of the vanity. You'll have a nice new gloss to add to the original boring color. And if your vanity has creases, so much the better; Mommy won't be able to clean it all off easily!<br />
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Our hall is boring hardwood that Mommy is often sweeping. It needs a rug, which I obviously can't afford, so I found a nice alternative.<br />
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I waited until Mommy was throwing up in the bathroom like she does every morning (did I tell you I'm getting a baby sister?) and Daddy had left, then I went straight for the toilet paper in the hall closet and grabbed two rolls. Before Mommy made it out, I had thrown most of one and part of another all over the hall. Such an improvement! Mommy didn't seem to think so though, she cleaned it all up.<br />
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We also have an air intake vent in the floor of our hall,and it is super boring looking. So I've livened it up by finding random pieces of toys and tissues and things all over the house and shoving them into the vent. It looks great, and it isn't an easy cleanup for Mommy. Also, Cheerios and tissues fit well in floor registers.<br />
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Used cat litter looks great on the front room rug! Fingerprints always look great on windows, and there isn't a wall that can't use a little ink, if you can find a pen and a busy caretaker. The weekly ads make great floor decorations once they are shredded, as does the daily calendar on the piano. And I'm sure spaghetti sauce would be a nice touch on the new white curtains in the kitchen, but I haven't managed that one yet. Still trying though! One of these days, Mommy or Daddy will get careless, and I'll be able to make a masterpiece!<br />
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Any decorating ideas to share? Comment below!Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-5471696068736298642013-10-17T12:00:00.000-07:002013-10-16T20:32:43.744-07:00More summer funSo we got to go swimming a couple of times because Daddy's scouts had merit badges to earn. Mason is a funny kid. He likes the water, but he doesn't like being in the kiddy pool alone; he is afraid of splashing, but he keeps wanting to go down the water slide; he clings like a leech to Mommy in the water, but every so often does something that causes him to go under.<br />
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We went to one of those places that reenacts old battles. I didn't realize that I now live in an area that was involved in the Civil War.<br />
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One random day we were bored and Mike decided to take us to a cool place he knew of nearby. It used to sit over a lake and you could pull boats up to it, and was obviously very nice, but has been abandoned for years. Very cool though.<br />
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Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-14570766412370568122013-10-16T19:44:00.001-07:002013-10-16T19:44:53.491-07:00Aiden's birthdayAiden's birthday party was a little late because big brother was sick. And this post is super late because Mommy was slacking. Mommy made a strawberry/vanilla smash cake for Aiden with whipped cream frosting. It was mostly white, but we put some green food coloring in some of it so we could write on it. He liked.<br />
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Happy first birthday baby boy!Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-57013331552637787142013-08-01T00:30:00.000-07:002013-08-01T00:30:03.891-07:00Mason's b-day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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We had a combined birthday party with his Grandpa Blake, whose birthday was two days before.<br />
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Mason couldn't quite figure out how to blow out the candles for some reason. He did good at the party at Tutu's but he kept making raspberries here.<br />
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He got some nice presents.<br />
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He especially loved the train set from Great-Grandma and Grandpa Larson and all the donated trains and track pieces Grandma and Grandpa added to it.<br />
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Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-79585796333129140632013-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:002013-07-31T18:00:13.507-07:00Random Aiden cuteness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Mason has a camping chair which Aiden has some sort of fascination with. He keeps climbing into it randomly and sitting in it.</div>
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Every time I think he'll fall and hurt himself, but he hasn't so far.<br />
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He's too cool for that.<br />
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And for some reason the other day, Mason decided that he was a horse and Aiden should ride on his back, so Auntie Tiffany obliged.<br />
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And here is a cute video of Aiden with a couple cute things he does.<br />
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Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-68762722027349113382013-07-31T17:51:00.000-07:002013-07-31T17:58:44.569-07:00Trip to Tutu's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The boys and I took a trip to see Tutu (my mom) for a few days. Mike couldn't come, he had to work. We took the train to get there in order to save money, and so I could take both boys.</div>
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Mike took us to the train station and after we checked our bags, we wandered around the station, waiting for our train to leave.</div>
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The kids loved the train! So much room, and they were able to move around.</div>
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The day after we got there, we went to the zoo with my sister and her girls.<br />
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They had a super cool tiger!<br />
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Mike gives me a hard time because I didn't take many pictures, but I pointed out that I'm not used to taking pictures, that he usually does it.<br />
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Here's Mason having a cool boys shirt off time. Uncle Todd and Cousin Eli took their shirts off, so Mason decided he should too.</div>
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We made cute footprints of all the kids for Tutu's yard.<br />
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Then we went to Chicago. This was a train on exhibit in the museum. They had lots of trains, and Mason liked them a lot.<br />
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They also had a cool exhibit where chicks hatched.<br />
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And a cool WW2 submarine!</div>
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We got to go inside but Mason got freaked out and Tutu took him out.<br />
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The morning we left, I woke up to find Aiden sleeping all funny in the pack and play. So cute!<br />
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And apparently, Mike missed me a lot. He left roses on the table. The cat knocked them over, but didn't hurt them.<br />
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He also bought me some goodies.<br />
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The kids were glad to be home. Aiden was glad to be able to go anywhere without being stopped (there were stairs most places we went)<br />
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and Mason was glad to have his cars back.<br />
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The day we got back, my sister showed up and stayed here for a couple of days so we had some fun with them.<br />
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Five kids in our house. Crazy fun!</div>
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Our couch is really annoying. It has a set up where things can fall into a part of the couch we can't get into. We had to cut it open and use velcro to hold it together afterwards, to get out the cars and the remote control. Mason was sooo excited when he realized we were getting the cars out and he lined them all up.</div>
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We got a sand box for Mason. At first he wouldn't get in it, he stood at the edge and carefully played.<br />
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A couple of days later we let him play out there and we found him practically lying in it.<br />
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Random picture of Aiden eating very messily.</div>
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The boys going for a ride in their wagon. They love the thing!<br />
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Mason got tired one Sunday, and I came out to find this.<br />
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Just miscellaneous fun!<br />
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Oh, and we have a piano right now in our front room, and Mason loves when Daddy plays:<br />
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Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-62540080422885587812013-07-19T10:52:00.000-07:002013-07-19T10:52:00.116-07:00Flowers and repairs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I have roses at my house! One in the front growing up the porch, and one huge one in the back yard taking over the yard. </div>
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So pretty!<br />
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I also have a couple of hibiscus, but I don't have any good pictures of it. They are really pretty too, one is white, one is pink.<br />
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Don't you just love my porch? So awesome!<br />
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We had a barbeque dinner at Grandma's house and ate it outside.<br />
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Aiden likes hot dogs and watermelon.<br />
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Grandma has a nice toy kitchen in her back yard, Mason had fun with it, once the dogs were locked up in the neighbors yard.<br />
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Here is a picture of some family that was there.<br />
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Aiden got really tired. . .<br />
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but wouldn't go to sleep. At first. Mason also wouldn't go to sleep and then Daddy took him for a walk and the pond full of frogs freaked him out. Maybe it was the dark, maybe it was the noise, maybe it was both, but he started shivering and saying, "Night-night!"<br />
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And they slept, one on either side of Mommy.<br />
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Mason apparently didn't get much sleep. Well considering he went to sleep at midnight and woke up at 7 . . .<br />
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Aiden was happy though.<br />
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He really liked crawling around on the pad he was sleeping on.<br />
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The campground was near a horse trail and some guy came by on a horse. Mason was fascinated!<br />
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Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-59744420588290345752013-04-17T09:14:00.001-07:002013-04-17T09:14:14.306-07:00Easter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So for Easter this year we had two egg hunts, one in our house because the weather was yucky, and one at my Grandma's the next day. The snow disappeared just in time! Anyway, here are some cute pics and a video.</div>
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And here is the one at my Grandma's house.<br />
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<br />Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-47763186855767454972013-04-17T09:09:00.002-07:002013-04-17T09:15:10.125-07:00Springtime fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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We went to the lake last Saturday after dinner. Auntie Missa went with us. Here's a video along with some pictures. You can see my new haircut in these. My hair was bugging me, so I decided to get it cut. My aunt and I went one Wednesday, and I didn't tell Mike about it til he got home. He noticed it pretty quickly, he is an artist.<br />
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Last Monday for family home evening, Mike was in charge of lesson, and I had activity. Mike did a good lesson about the temple, and I had an inspiration as he was teaching it for us to take a drive out to the temple. It was closed of course, but we walked around it and talked about it with Mason. I think it went well, and Mike got a few amazing pictures.<br />
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<br />Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-16162044151976837422013-04-17T07:30:00.001-07:002013-04-17T07:30:44.802-07:00I am such a lazy bum!I've loved reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's <i>Little House</i> books ever since my parents gave me the set for Christmas when I was a little girl. The only one I had trouble with was <i>Farmer Boy.</i> It took me years to get around to reading that one, but when I finally did it was one of my favorites. It always makes me hungry though, Almanzo was obsessed with food and it goes into extreme detail about several meals. And he's always eating doughnuts.<br />
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Anyway, I re-read that book just the other day, and I noticed something besides the food that really got me thinking. Those people did EVERYTHING for themselves!<br />
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They raised their own sheep, sheared them for the wool, spun and weaved the wool into cloth and made their own clothes, with a few exceptions (ie the women's Sunday clothes). They were farmers and grew just about every vegetable imaginable, they raised their own meat and butchered it themselves. They hauled their own lumber for building and firewood, they cut ice in the wintertime for use in the summer. They were always busy! The father and the boys were working on the farm with the animals (and they got to skip school when "there was more important work to do") and the mother and the girls were cooking, canning, sewing, cleaning (although the boys had to help with spring cleaning) and helping with the crops as well in extreme situations. Almanzo's idea of fun was breaking his pair of oxen to drive. Oh, he had a sled that he liked to ride on too, but he spent very little time being idle.<br />
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I read that book and felt so lazy afterwards. I have a hard time sometimes finding the energy to wash my dishes! I can't imagine doing the things Almanzo's mother did! I do feel better though about trying to start canning, and making my own curtains. I may not be up to Mother Wilder's standards, but I'm getting better about being self-sufficient.<br />
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Also, random thought, in the book, Mr. Paddock wanted to take Almanzo as an apprentice in his shop (I think he was a wheelwright) and Almanzo's mother was extremely upset. She seemed to think that owning your own business and being a skilled worker was a step down from being a farmer. They certainly saw it as important to be self sufficient in those days.Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-38922612661578785912013-03-07T15:54:00.004-08:002013-03-07T16:01:38.311-08:00Ch-ch-ch-changes!<br />
I was in the kitchen sticking something in the oven and I heard Mason playing in the other room, and realized, he was counting. "Three, four, five, six, seven. . . " I haven't been working specifically on counting with him, but Mike always counts steps as they walk down the stairs, and there have been other places he's heard it. So smart!<br />
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I was really worried about how Mason would react to his little brother when I was pregnant, but he loves Aiden! He likes to hug him, and play with him, and he gives him toys. We were at the library for story time the other day, and in the middle, he came over and started tugging on Aiden, indicating he wanted to hold/ hug him. So cute! He still doesn't talk too much, but he is learning and getting better. He is still pretty rough with Aiden from time to time though, he likes to push him sometimes. Not nice.<br />
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We moved into our house February 2nd. We've been living in the basement at first while we fix up the upstairs. Mason will be in a room about three times the size of his previous room, which he will be sharing with Aiden eventually. The work is mostly done, and we finally have a video of the house after we did all the work to it. It took up some time to find the camera cord so we could upload the video.<br />
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First, here is a video walkthrough of the house before we did any work.<br />
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And here is the fixed up version of the house.<br />
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Enjoy! I've made some curtains too for the windows, still have two sets left, but they have turned out pretty nice. I'll post pictures when I get them finished. We also bought some new (to us) furniture for our front room, I'll have to post a picture of the front room when we get it all put together.Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-89013753076297046482012-11-27T16:02:00.000-08:002012-11-27T16:02:31.882-08:009 things I've learned about motherhoodI don't claim to be an expert, and I know I am still learning, but here are some things I have been pondering about what I've learned in my first two years of being a mother.<br />
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I don't like being touched while sleeping. There were times when I was younger when I had to share a bed with my younger sisters and it drove me crazy when they touched me. I remember one night when I slept in between my two youngest sisters when I was 20, which would have made them 10 and 12. I did not sleep well because they kept rolling over onto me.<br />
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Being a mother has made me learn to deal with that. It is amazing how much room a 3 month old takes up on a queen sized bed! I usually fall asleep nursing him, and<b> </b>he isn't very patient with being moved. Sometimes I insist on it, but other times he wins the fight and I sleep with him on the bed. I get cramped because I sleep in weird positions to keep from sleeping on him or having the blankets cover him, but I do sleep.<br />
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Fortunately, my two year old prefers his own bed and doesn't come climb into bed with us right now. I hope he doesn't move into one of those stages until the baby is sleeping through the night in his own bed.<br />
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<b>2. Sleep anytime, anywhere</b><br />
Before I had children I was a fussy sleeper. I couldn't have light or noise, I always woke up to my roommates alarm (sometimes better than they did), I couldn't sleep in cars, and I needed to be covered up to sleep.<br />
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I can't be picky anymore. The hospital rooms I slept in when I had my babies were never completely dark, and my husband is usually still up when I go to bed now, so there are lights on. The only time I ever hear my husband's alarm is when I'm already awake. I have fallen asleep on long car trips, and when I have nursing babies, I don't get covered up very well, because I don't want to risk smothering the baby.<br />
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The one exception is noise, or in particular, my children. The right noise from my baby or toddler has me awake immediately, and sometimes up and running before I realize it. <br />
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<b>3. Men don't hear anything!</b><br />
At least my husband doesn't. Once he is asleep, he is out like a light and never hears the baby cry, or the toddler come in the room at 5:30 am. With our first, we used to take turns getting the baby for nursing, but I've given that up, because it takes 5 minutes to wake him up properly, by which point the baby is angry and very awake. It's easier to just grab him myself.<br />
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<b>4. Privacy and personal space no longer exist</b><br />
My toddler insists on following me into the bathroom, and he loves to climb up on my lap and crowd as close as possible when I am on the computer. The only reason he isn't on me right now is because he is playing blocks with Daddy.<br />
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<b>5. Modesty is a non-issue</b><br />
At age two, it really doesn't matter what they see. They won't remember it, and they aren't that far off from nursing anyway. I walk around in my underwear and change in front of my kids. As they get older, I'll have to be more careful about those kinds of things I suppose, but one thing I will never be anal about? Nursing. As long as I have babies, I will nurse them openly in front of my children. I want them to understand that nursing is a natural thing and to be comfortable with it.<br />
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<b>6. My private time is subject to revocation and without advance notice</b><br />
I rarely get to spend as much time in the bathtub as I would like because the baby will wake up and need nursing, or the toddler will get sick. I don't get to read without interruption, and I certainly don't get computer time alone, my toddler loves the computer. My husband is great about helping me get some private time, but he can't nurse the baby, and if both kids are needing attention, I feel guilty leaving him to deal with them.<br />
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<b>7. Laundry is a bottomless pit</b><br />
I only have two kids and laundry is NEVER done. I can't imagine what it'll be like when we have the full set. As soon as the last load gets put away, the next load is ready to wash. I love having my washer and dryer where it is because it's central and easy to keep up with the clothes. I'm not really looking forward to having it downstairs in the house we are buying because it will make it more complicated. <br />
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<b>8. Women are stronger than the cliche </b><br />
Illustration: Me carrying a purse, the baby in his car seat, three bags of groceries, and a thirty pound toddler all at the same time. Need I say more?<br />
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<b>9. Gross things aren't so gross anymore</b><br />
Before I had kids, seeing someone else throw up made me want to throw up, as did the idea of having to clean up someone else's vomit. Now I clean up vomit, snotty noses, and extremely nasty leaky poopy diapers without turning a hair. But I still let my husband take care of spiders when he is home!Cbellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14442423954584811346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916571498964341104.post-67481498016261921382012-11-08T19:27:00.001-08:002012-11-08T19:27:20.067-08:00Random cuteness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aiden, the day after the elections, reminding me how wonderful life is. So adorable!<br />
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Mason and Aiden this afternoon during nap time. Mason loves to have Aiden on his bed for a bit, and Aiden wasn't too tired yet, so was being very cute with him.<br />
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And one day we were at my mother-in-laws and wanted to put Aiden in the Johnny Jump-up (see following video) and so we put Mason in the pack and play to keep him from bugging Aiden. To our surprise, he loved it! So cute!<br />
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We went and saw grandma and aunties in Spooktacular this year. Mason was dressed up as a cat in a costume his great uncle originally wore years ago. Very cute!<br />
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He loved his tail, and wasn't too terribly found of the hat. Kept taking it off, but holding onto his tail.<br />
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He was pretty brave through most of the night, wandering off on weird paths and having to be snagged by aunties, some of whom were acting in the skits.<br />
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Aiden was a dragon, wearing a costume sent by Auntie Amber, that her daughter wore last year. Very cute! The tail was as long as he is tall!<br />
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Then we had trunk or treat the Friday before Halloween.<br />
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Here we have the princess and the dragon.<br />
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And these next pictures don't <i>exactly</i> fit with Halloween, but it was Mason's first attempt at dress-up games. First he made me put my hoodie on him. Then, when he got frustrated that the sleeves wouldn't stay up, I got creative with ponytail holders. Then he brought me his belt. Finished product? Reminded me of a sith lord.<br />
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Evil Darth Sidious!<br />
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Such a cute boy!<br />
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