tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44042223497177655322024-02-19T01:32:16.713-08:00The Foxes & the HoundKaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-31320598418956871062016-07-07T12:16:00.001-07:002016-07-07T12:16:24.098-07:00Caroline: Eleven Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>My Rosie is just one month away from being one year old! Fastest year of my life. This last month has been so fun. Well, the second half has been fun. The first half was spent teething and being a sad little lady, but once your top teeth started to pop through, you were back to your happy self. You are waving to everyone, saying "hi" and "baby" from sun up to sun down. You are a sensitive soul, popping your bottom lip out whenever we tell you "no." You are a climber, climbing up (and now down) the stairs, climbing picnic tables and out of your high chair and car seat. As much as you love being on the go, you always make time to stop and snuggle, nuzzling your sweet face in my neck and giving me sweet hugs. You're our easy going, happy girl with just enough sass to keep us on our toes. We love you Sister and are so proud of the little girl you're becoming!</b></span><br />
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I know, I know, people say it all the time so sometimes it seems to lose it's gravity, but these last couple of years have just flown by. How is it possible that my first born son is three years old? And all the while, how is it possible that it's only been three years?? I can't believe my once 7lb 5oz baby boy is now at 36lb toddler in need of size 9 tennis shoes. I also can't believe that I've only known him a few short years of my life, as I can't seem to remember life without this kid. No joke, not long ago I was looking through our wedding pictures, and I thought to myself, "Who was watching Levi?"<br />
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Levi Jack Fox. You're my world. This last year especially has been a blast. Last year at this time, the only word you said (often and a lot) was, "car." "Car. Car. Car. Car. Car. Car..." I believe right before your second birthday, you said, "Dada!" You spent nine months in speech therapy, and now, your speech is unstoppable. I SO enjoy having conversations with you. Sure, they're mostly about diggers and excavators, trains and car washes, but they mean everything to me. Hearing what's on your mind and your heart blesses me so much. Your words are kind and witty and full of life and wonder. Sometimes you throw us for <br />
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a real loop when you say things out of no where, like, "Doctors use x rays to look inside you." You're always asking if we can go to the car to go to church. You make your trains say things like, "Hi Toby, I'm going to Target....Hi Thomas, I'm going to the bank. I'm going to get the money." Your trains travel to all the magical places...the grocery store, gas station, Ganga and Papa's house. You love it all, and your daddy and I could listen to you play all day.<br />
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Speaking of Dad, you still lovingly refer to him as "Dad Home." "Hey Dad Home, can I have milk?" "Dad Home, it's breakfast time." And don't get me started on your love for breakfast time. You wish every meal was breakfast. The eggs, the oatmeal, cinnamon rolls, donuts, pancakes, toast...you name it, you love it! I've always been a breakfast girl myself, so I look forward to sneaking away Saturday mornings with you in the future to fun breakfast joints where we'll laugh or say nothing and have a great time. I see, even at a mere three <br />
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years old, a young man in you emerging more and more. You grow and mature every day before my eyes, and it's so wonderful getting to know you.<br />
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You are so handsome and brave, always trying new things like jumping in the pool and trying to climb our fence. You love making people laugh, and you'll do anything to do so, which, for your cousins, means mostly yelling "gaaaaaah!" and all laughing together like you just told the best joke. You are still possessive over your favorite cars and Scout, but you've been more quick to share your Fox when Caroline is crying and more eager to take turns. Makes my mama heart proud.<br />
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Speaking of Caroline, you've really embraced the role of Big Brother. You gave her her now most used nickname, Ro Ro the day we brought her home. As she's grown, we've experienced so much joy watching you make her laugh by pretending to be a dinosaur or playing peek a boo in your tent. She adores you and I don't blame her one bit. I'm so glad you're in her life to protect her and be her <br />
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friend...she's a lucky girl. There's not a day that goes by I don't stop and praise God for blessing me with kids like the two of you.<br />
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Other than playing at your train table, your favorite things to do are playing with Play Dough, with Buzz and Woody, run laps in the backyard, water our plants, feed Sophie, and crawl around on the floor with Ro. Shortly after your third birthday we started potty training and you really seem to enjoy sitting on the potty and getting an "egg" (piece of candy). You've actually picked up on the whole idea rather quickly; we are pleasantly surprised.<br />
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Its frustrating wrapping up a post like this because there are a million other things that come to mind when I think about you as a three year old. But when all is said and done, we want more than anything for you to know Jesus and His love for you. We want you to experience the redemption He offers, and to in turn, serve Him and others in all that you do. We want you to be who God created you to be, and we are so excited to see Him use you in mighty, mighty ways. We are so proud of you, Levi, and love you more than you'll ever know.<br />
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-68451168880908977462016-05-23T12:26:00.004-07:002016-05-23T12:26:43.995-07:00Caroline: Nine Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Miss Rosie Ro is nine months old and always moving!! You are a fast little crawler, even finding your way up the stairs with no fear at all! Your Daddy is trying to teach you how to crawl backwards down the stairs, because you are a little too adventurous and always try to go down the steps head first! You are clapping and waving hi, and occasionally even saying "ha" as you wave! You are still the worlds best eater in your division, with new favorites being chicken, blueberries, and grapes! Recently you've begun trying to stand in the middle of a room, which makes us wonder if walking isn't too far away! Sweet girl, you have the most precious demeanor, always pleasant with just a small streak of orneriness. We praise God all the time for putting you in our family! Our prayer is that He would work wonders in your heart and that you would spend your days loving and serving Him! We love you Roey!!</span></b>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-78557275767510912722016-05-10T17:52:00.000-07:002016-05-10T17:52:15.314-07:00Recipes: Post #1<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>As I mentioned in my previous post, I've been on a roll all year disciplining myself to cook more healthy and more often for my family. I wanted to share just a few recipes we've been enjoying. I love these because they're easy, quick, and healthy (or at least healthier alternatives!) Hopefully they help give you some ideas too!</b></span><div>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-46755084581001052922016-05-10T17:25:00.001-07:002016-05-10T17:25:09.145-07:00Caroline: 8 Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eight months old and ready to go! You're crawling backwards now and are so determined to figure out how to move forward, it's so fun watching your little mind working! You went on your first vacation to the beach this last month. You and your brother were the perfect little travelers! The apple didn't fall far from the tree as we discovered how much you loved playing outside in the sunshine! Of course the first thing you did was munch on a fist full of sand, which you didn't seem bothered by! But you were all smiles as you swam and played with beach toys all week. You are growing so much and becoming much more expressive, finding your voice and babbling to us in the car and as we sit to eat. It's just such a joy being your mama, Caroline!</span></b>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-37043984922578016372016-04-02T20:19:00.001-07:002016-04-02T20:19:04.104-07:00Food for Thought<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I never claimed to be a good cook. My time of singleness living on my own I lived on scrambled eggs and bowls of cereal. It just took so much time and it could add up quickly, just for me to eat it in a few minutes then have enough left overs to feed a small country. It simply didn't seem worth it. However, my dislike for cooking never outweighed my<i> love of entertaining</i>. People stop in or we throw a party and this girl can rise to the occasion! Maybe it's that I thrive as a hostess, or it's just all that bottled energy from weeks of not doing more than flipping an egg, but somehow I can manage to whip up something edible and maybe even a bit delicious.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGqneIKs-0l2ig7unGoJc9SSX7HsSXZ8JWgekY9HJnAY3BonbByj0yFIkrO3V4WoZsAY5cn20wqOREuhPuH-VPp-iJchAnsIgSnd28Lt5KzZ9E5Aajp4YYT9Y6b5ThULr92WFyRzHPnI/s1600/DSCN5371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGqneIKs-0l2ig7unGoJc9SSX7HsSXZ8JWgekY9HJnAY3BonbByj0yFIkrO3V4WoZsAY5cn20wqOREuhPuH-VPp-iJchAnsIgSnd28Lt5KzZ9E5Aajp4YYT9Y6b5ThULr92WFyRzHPnI/s320/DSCN5371.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Enter Brett. I'm happy to cook for him. I always have been. And we all know I love him like WHOA but the DUDE IS SO DANG PICKY. We had a conversation shortly after we were married that said it all. Me: Do you like any vegetables? Brett: I like green beans and potatoes... Me: Is that all? Brett: Baby, I'm not even sure I like potatoes! I mean, I like potato chips and french fries, but...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I nearly died. But he wasn't kidding. He picks around food like nobody's business and will flat out refuse something if he discovers even just one speck of an ingredient he doesn't like. I've been known to hide evidence of some ingredients, because if he knew what was in something he suddenly wouldn't like it. BUT HE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THAT. The only thing he's not picky about is desiring a three course meal each night, and my struggle with finding something to make for us is never anything good old fashioned take out can't handle, so I still <i>scratch his back and fold his laundry and stuff.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then offspring entered the picture. And it seemed no matter how cute and fun and precious they were, there was just one nagging feature about them that I couldn't stand: they wanted something to eat. Every couple of hours. All day long. And the real kicker? They do it again the next day! And the day after that. It never stops.<i> I have to feed them all the time.</i> It starts within minutes of waking, too. It's INSANITY. And because I'm their mom and I actually love them and everything, I try hard to feed them healthy food because I want them to learn how to make healthy choices and I want them to grow and thrive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So here we are. Almost five years of marriage and two kids later, and I've decided it's time to quit whining about cooking and face the music. God has blessed me with three beautiful people to care for and feed and nurture, and it's time I do it well. I've spent a good chunk of 2016 trying new recipes and challenging myself to prepare 4 good healthy meals a week, assuming we'll have leftovers or my signature "brinner" the remainder of the week. I went all old school and wrote the recipes down on index cards and organized them in an index sized file accordion file by meal type. I pick four cards a week and take them with me to the grocery store to make my grocery list easy peasy. Basically I have no excuses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Soon I will start posting recipes that our family has enjoyed for you to get some ideas if you feel stuck. As if this hasn't already been made clear, I feel I must preface this by reiterating, I AM NO FOOD GURU. I am very much in the beginning stages of learning how to cook. Most of you know more than me. Also, as much as I am striving to make healthy meals for us, this girl is taking baby steps. I haven't been buying all organic, and I still incorporate cow's milk at times when an alternative is suggested because REAL LIFE. So give a little credit where it's due and let's leave the paleo/vegan/vegetable & herb garden growers to the experts. <i>This is just a girl who wants to provide healthy, hearty food around a table with people so precious to her. </i></span><br />
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-88463890882774746362016-03-13T11:31:00.002-07:002016-03-13T11:31:45.993-07:00Caroline: Seven Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-30677320195872563812016-01-08T07:39:00.001-08:002016-01-08T07:39:58.903-08:00Caroline: 5 Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Baby girl, you are getting so big!! Now at 15lbs, you are in the 50% for weight and 90% for height! That means you're sporting 9 month onesies with 3 month pants :) As challenging as it can be finding clothes for you, it's so much stinkin' fun. I know you'll roll your eyes at all the bows and leggings and bandanna bibs I put you in all the time some day, but trust me when I say you were one stylin' little lady! You are such a joy, Caroline! The most easy going girl, you are perfectly content laying on the floor reaching for your toes. You have started rolling over from your belly to your back in the last month or so, and are so close to rolling back to belly. Yet somehow you manage to scoot far away from wherever I put you down. We can't decide yet if you're going to have a laid back personality forever or if some day you'll surprise us and give us a run for our money. Either way, we love you to the moon and back and praise God for you and your sweet spirit!</b></span>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-89827036966545146062016-01-07T18:55:00.001-08:002016-01-07T18:55:58.861-08:00The Dirt on my Boots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wrapping up 2015 was so much more complex and even time consuming than wrapping up presents for the kids just weeks before for Christmas. This past year was very heavy, to say the least. Big, illimitable emotions every where we turned. We said goodbye to my mother in law far too soon, then welcomed a new baby girl just 5 months later. Profound grief alongside profound joy.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Caroline, you are four whole months old and becoming more and more delightful each day! Other than the dreaded four month sleep regression that has hit, you are still the easiest baby! You have started to giggle more and more and you're really starting to love tummy time ("starting to" is key here!) No one makes you smile like your big brother! We had such a fun Thanksgiving with you. I spent the day snuggling you in my arms and kissing your cheeks, when last Thanksgiving I was only beaming at the sight of two pink lines on a pregnancy test. One whole year of knowing you exist, wondering who you are, and now learning all about who you are and falling more in love with you with every passing day. Needless to say, we had so much to be thankful for!! We love you Miss Ro, and continue to pray that you would know and embrace God's great love for you some day soon!</span>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-40142921082419657142015-12-09T19:04:00.001-08:002015-12-09T19:04:53.897-08:00Levi: 2 1/2 Years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two and a half years ago, I met my sweet baby boy for the first time. The last couple of years have been filled with more joy than I thought possible. I'm amazed at how much Levi has grown up in the last 6 months! Every new stage is always my favorite, but right now, where he's at, it's my favorite!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By far the most significant change in the last couple of months has been Levi's speech. He started speech therapy right after he turned 2, and it's been a game changer. While some of it I'm sure is coincidence, just because most kids start talking more around this age, I'm convinced the therapy has played a major role in his development. When Levi turned 2, he would basically just say "car" ALL. THE. TIME. He knew how to say "go" and would occasionally (and by that, I mean, maybe a total of five times) repeat after us. But that was as far as his speech had gone. Within the first month of therapy, Levi started saying "Dada" and "Mama," as well as making animal sounds for a few different animals.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it just snowballed from there. Before we knew it, Levi was doing almost every animal sound, making car noises when playing with his cars, and identifying the different types of cars (ko-kuk for tow truck, mint kuk for cement truck, choo chain for choo choo train, etc). He has come up with the cutest nickname for his new little sister, and Ro-Ro has really stuck!! My favorite thing he says of course is, "I love you, Mom." Oh for Pete's sake! Recently, Levi has begun using simple sentences (I watch Airplane, Is Mama back?) and Brett's favorite, "Go Irish!" It's been insanely fun having conversations with my sweet boy, and hearing his take on the world around him. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The older he gets, the funnier he becomes. Levi's sense of humor is fantastic! In the midst of his laughter, he often stops what he's doing and gives us a kiss or a hug. He still loves being chased and tickled. And he still loves chasing and tickling the dog...it's so cute. Levi has the most wonderful cousins on both sides of his family and he gets so excited when he gets to play with them! He and his cousins on my side of the family each smack their own lips together to create a popping noise, and they do this back and forth to each other and just laugh and laugh. Levi, of course, is generally the ring leader in all of their shenanigans. Cracks us up.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Levi has started to become more embarrassed when he gets in trouble, or even if he gets corrected slightly. He sticks his bottom lip out and puts his chin to his chest while burrowing his brows. Then he lets out a little sigh. I've learned that sometimes he just needs to be reminded that we love him and that we're proud of him, but that what he was doing that the time wasn't ok. That reassurances seems to help him. It's like he doesn't want to disappoint us, but he also doesn't want to be told what to do. This should be a fun combination in the future! :/</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We pray more and more each day that God would continue working in his heart. Our greatest desire for our son is that he would grow up and fall in love with Jesus. We pray that he would chose to spend his life serving God and others with deep compassion and integrity. That he would be filled with joy and the strength to become more like Jesus, even when it's difficult. We pray that Levi may see his sin for what it is, and become all the more grateful for God's gift of His Only Son. May he know that the love of Jesus is always the answer and pursue Him with great determination! </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Miss Rosie-Ro, you are just the sweetest thing. You love laying on the floor and talking to us with your sweet "oooh's" and "iiiiii's" and occasional giggles. The moment we make eye contact, your face lights up and you start talking. I'm hoping you stay that way forever, telling Mama your secrets! You're growing so fast, yet remain a petite little lady. My favorite new thing you do is play with your hair. You keep one arm up and twirl your hair in your fingers. It's the sweetest. We love you, sweet girl, and thank God every day for the chance to know you and watch you grow into the beautiful woman God has called you to be. He loves you even more than we do, and we pray that one day, you'll know His love personally and chose to follow Him! We love you, Caroline!</b></span>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-49922233329317869262015-11-01T11:24:00.001-08:002015-11-01T11:24:13.429-08:00Life with Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bringing Caroline (or Ro as she's so lovingly referred to around here) home has been such an amazing experience. For starters, she's just a really good baby. I know a lot of people say that about their babies, but Ro's exceptionally good. In the last three months, I'd venture to say she's cried MAYBE a total of 2 hours. Maybe. She's happy and content and smiley and just a bundle of love. Her laid back, easy going personality has made the transition from one kid to two such a breeze. Not that I haven't had my share of exhaustion and feeling like I could very well lose my mind, but those moments have been very few and far between.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By far the hardest part of having two kids is trying to go somewhere. It never fails, I'll get them both dressed and ready to walk out the door when somebody suddenly poops. Once bottoms are wiped and shoes are back on, I can get them loaded up pretty quickly, but then I have to make sure the diaper bag is well stocked, including diapers and wipes, extra clothes for Ro, bib, burp rag, blanket, paci, nursing cover, toys for Levi (depending on where we're going), extra snack, possible cup of milk, the list goes on. And I've always prided myself on being a light packer. But with kids, especially two that are in different stages of life, there's just. so. much. stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without a doubt, by the time the kids are loaded, their diaper bag is packed and loaded, and I grab my purse, cell phone, and sunglasses, I sit in the car and praise Jesus for deodorant and windows to crack for fresh air because I'm usually sweating like none other. After I praise Him for those things, I look in the backseat and praise Him for the precious boy who's usually talking about his "Choo Choo's" and love of "kuks" (trucks, for those of you who don't speak Levi), and there's a beautiful little girl batting at her toys and I just feel so fortunate that I get to be their mama. All the sweat and chaos is so, so worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I seem to be rambling. That's another thing I do these days. My brain sometimes feels broken so my thoughts come in no particular order. Bare with me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Football. That's what life has been since Ro's come into this world. I've had the best help between my parents and wonderful friends I've gotten to know through Brett's job, and because of them I've been able to take the kids to every single game of Brett's this year, other than the very first scrimmage when Caroline was one week old. It was chaotic and hilarious and exhausting all the while, but I LOVE showing the kids how important it is to be a part of each other's lives and how we support each other and cheer each other on. They have an AWESOME dad who was born to coach. As they get older I want them to understand what it is to be a family and be there for one another, so I figured we should start at a mere two weeks old! It's so fun being a football wife and a football family, and my kids were rock stars throughout the season. The games and team dinners went MUCH smoother than I expected with two kids, for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God really answered all of my prayers concerning the first couple of months with two kids, and I owe it all to Him. He's been my strength and my rest throughout it all. And He's blessed me with Levi, my low maintenance, entertains himself, outgoing boy who is full of life and energy, as well as now our beautiful baby girl who is just happy to be along for the ride and has a smile so radiant with joy. She's just been an awesome addition to our family, and I'm excited to watch her personality to continue to unfold, as well as watch her and Levi become friends over time. I'm so, so glad for them both and excited to see God work in their lives in the years to come!</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sweet Ro, you're two months old! You're quickly moving out of the newborn stage and into the infant stage! You started sleeping through the night right at 8 weeks old, sleeping from about 10pm until 7:00am. You still sleep quite a bit during the day, but you're wake times are growing longer all the time! Now at 11.8lbs, you smile all the time and have started to coo to us! We are so grateful for your sweet demeanor and that God saw fit to place you in our family. You melt our hearts daily and we continue to pray that God would do a mighty work in your sweet heart. We want you to grow to know how much Jesus loves you and we want you to experience His grace and redemption like we have! We are excited to continue to watch you grow and become the beautiful girl God created you to be! So much love, sweet sister. </span></b>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-48038531245813145422015-09-16T11:52:00.001-07:002015-10-07T13:11:25.885-07:00Caroline: One Month<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Wow. I really just blinked and here we are. My baby girl is one month old! Oh, sweet Caroline, you really are just perfectly sweet. We think you have cried MAYBE a total of 50 minutes this whole last month. You're just happy and content, and when you are upset, you have the sweetest little whimper. You're sleeping so well at night for your mama, sleeping until 3:30 or 4, then going right back to sleep until 7 or 8! It's amazing. Weighing in at nearly 11lbs, you're already growing out of your newborn clothes and getting some sweet little rolls on your arms and legs! You love standing on our laps and love facing out and looking around. The only time you're unhappy is when you're in your car seat. Your snuggles and smiles are the best things ever and we just love you to pieces! </b></span>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-39097940216920774762015-08-26T18:40:00.000-07:002015-08-26T18:46:32.895-07:00Caroline's Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">A couple of weeks have passed and I still haven't had the chance to sit and write down Caroline's birth story. Something about being the second born and Mama slacking...either way I still love her so much and I want to remember every detail of her birth day. So here it goes...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Forty weeks had come and gone, just like I knew it would. I had started feeling anxious about labor starting, because I knew summer was almost over and Brett's school year/football season would be in full force in no time. There was no chance he'd miss the birth, really. I just really wanted him to have a few days home with us to get to know our baby and to help me as I recovered, and I knew that window of time was fleeting. I continued to pray that she would come on her own, and that regardless, God would fill us with peace in knowing that our baby was in His hands and that he/she would come at the perfect time.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Backing up for a minute. At 39 weeks, I had gone to my doctor for my weekly check up. At that time, I was barely 1cm dilated and 0% effaced. Baby sounded great, and my doctor told me that if I was induced at that time (which I didn't want to be) that it likely would be unsuccessful because my body was showing no signs of being ready. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">And back to 40 weeks. Going in for my appointment, I knew my doctor would mention induction because he doesn't like to let his patients go past 41 weeks, so he would make mention of it and I could do what I wanted with it, Again, I was nervous about getting induced because of my fear of a repeat<a href="http://bkfox.blogspot.com/2013/06/long-road-to-recovery.html" target="_blank"> spinal headache from the epidural</a>. My goal was to go without the epidural so that the chance of a spinal headache would not exist, in hopes for a much better and faster recovery. I knew that entering pitocin into the mix would make an epidural-free labor much more difficult.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Anyway, at my 40 week appointment, my doctor informed me that I was 2cm dilated and 50% effaced. I was encouraged by my body's progress and a little more open to the idea of being induced, having high hopes of it being successful. With Levi, I went from 1cm to 10cm in just 5 hours, so I also had hopes of this labor being even faster. So after talking to my doctor, we decided that a couple of nights later, I would go in to be induced if I hadn't gone into labor on my own yet. That would still give me a chance to start labor on my own, but also give Brett a chance to have time with us before the craziness of fall began.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">On a Wednesday night, I went in to begin cervadil. That day I had been having lots of signs that labor was near, including a few random stronger contractions (side-note: from this side of labor, I laugh at my use of the word "stronger.") I felt confident that the induction would go well. That night Brett and I spent the evening watching Big Bang Theory and eating a bunch of food. The calm before the storm. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Thursday morning (our 4 year anniversary), we were about to begin pitocin. I made it to 3cm and was more effaced, so while I was waiting for them to begin the pit, I took a hot shower and tried to ease the tension in my back during contractions. I had heard such horrible things about back labor and had a feeling throughout the whole pregnancy that I would have back labor, due to how baby was positioned. While in the shower, it started to hit me that back labor had begun and I had a bit of anxiety. When I got out, I started my playlist on my iPad and prayed throughout the worship songs that God would just give me peace and be my strength. And then began the pit at 9:30am.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">The nurse kept asking about how I was managing my pain. I remember thinking that she seemed concerned then pleasantly surprised that I was doing ok. I felt like maybe I had been overly worried about the intensity of labor. HA! After about an hour, things started getting more intense. I had reached 5 cm and had my water break. My water was clear this time, which was a huge answer to prayer. After that, it seemed all hell broke lose.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">I started throwing up from the pain. I kept telling myself during contractions that it would peak then die down, then I'd have a minute to regroup. Except I didn't. The contractions were one after another with sometimes no more than 20 seconds between them. I could barely catch my breath. I sat on the birthing ball and clung to the pillow on my bed, telling myself over and over again that, even though it felt like my body was breaking in half, my body was actually doing what it was supposed to and if I would relax, my baby would be here soon. See, I told myself the right things. But I still wanted to die. (Not to be dramatic or anything, right?!) :)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">That's when I caved. I told Brett to get the nurse and tell her I needed the epidural. I don't think he could have jumped up faster to call for her. He hated seeing me in pain. The nurse came in and, bless her heart, encouraged me to try a warm compress and counter pressure. It was cute, she was doing her job so well, but I didn't care about anything else. I needed real relief.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">While we waited for the anesthesiologist (are you impressed that I spelled that correctly without spell check?!) she and Brett both did counter pressure on my back, which I had always heard brought some welcome relief. But no, I just couldn't have anyone touching me. I needed the juice! After what seemed like forever, <strike>an angel of the Lord appeared</strike> the anesthesiologist came into the room. The nurse explained to her my history with the spinal headache and the doc seemed to really know her stuff and felt confident she could help me.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">As she began, every contraction I had, I would tell myself it was likely the last contraction I was going to feel. Relief was on it's way. It wouldn't be long. But no. It was awful. She had to stick me several times, during multiple contractions, and she kept telling me to sit up straight. I was sitting up straight and honestly keeping my composure as best as I could. After she'd set the epidural, she'd press on four spots on my back. Each time, there was one spot she would touch that I would just scream in pain over. She would ask, "Oh are you having a contraction?" and every time I'd respond, "NO, it's YOU!" (I later apologized.) After probably 25 minutes, she placed the epidural and I started to feel less breaking of bones in my back. I told her that, even though I was still feeling contractions, that it was gonna have to be good enough because I couldn't stand anyone else touching me.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">I had to lie back very carefully as the Juice Doctor explained how she couldn't place the epi as far down as she should, because I had crooked vertebrae that likely caused the spinal headache last time. I was so grateful for her attention to detail and for her being so thorough, but I was mostly glad to be able to breathe in again. Within just minutes, she and my nurse left the room. She had just told Brett that if he wanted to eat lunch, now would be the time to run downstairs and grab something because in the next couple of hours I'd probably be pushing. So he headed off downstairs. Apparently I called my mom at this point to give her a quick update (I say apparently because I don't remember this at all, but she has the phone log to prove it) </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">So, after that quick phone call, it happened. The baby was suddenly coming. I looked around at my empty room in a state of disbelief. I reached over to press my nurse call button when I realized the pager had fallen to the floor. Every minute or two, super intense pressure came over me and my body was pushing my sweet baby out. After what seemed like forever, Brett came back into the room and was greeted by my hysterical, "IT'S COMING OUT, GO GET SOMEBODY!" He called for the nurse (and quickly scarfed down his lunch) and the room got all crazy. It was 12:00. Brett guessed the baby would be here by 12:15, and I said there was no way, that Baby wouldn't be here until closer to 12:45.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">My doctor came right in and it made me excited because, with Levi, I pushed for an hour before he showed up. I knew it was happening and would happen quickly. As they finished prepping the room, I kept yelling that baby was coming, and my doc and nurses kept saying in unison as if they hear this all the time, "Don't push!" It was insane. Before I knew it, pushing began. I'll spare you details, but here are a few key words: contractions, ring of fire , hysterical nonsense. However, 3 contractions later, our baby made it's debut with it's hand next to it's face and the cord wrapped all around. My doctor held my baby over me and said, "What is it, Mom?!" I sat up and looked and got to proudly announce, "It's a GIRL!"</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">Brett and I just beamed with pride as we marveled over this sweet baby girl. She had so much hair! She let out a tiny whimper at birth, and then laid on my chest completely silent and wide eyed and content. We did delayed cord clamping and skin to skin and nursed for an hour or so. Sometime during all of that, I looked up at Brett and said, "It's Caroline, right?" He quickly agreed, which was a huge deal! (We have always struggled coming to an agreement on names!) After a while, I lifted her blanket just to look at her sweet little body, and I noticed how pink and perfect she was. As I was looking at her tiny little feet, I noticed purple blotches on her leg. I asked the nurse right away, "Is this a blood clot?" The room grew silent as three nurses and my doctor rushed over and stared at her leg for a few seconds. Soon after, they agreed that it was just a birth mark (port wine stain) and that she was just fine.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;">My epidural was taken out shortly after she was born, and within the hour I was able to get up and walk without help. The tops of my legs were a little heavy, but nothing else was numb yet, it all happened so fast. From the time the pitocin began to the time she was born was 2 hours and 45 minutes! Such a whirlwind of a morning but completely wonderful and perfect. We spent the next couple of days in the hospital recovering well and resting. I praise God so much for our healthy baby girl, and for a much smoother recovery for me this time! I'm so glad Brett got to have a few days with us before school began, and that everything went so smoothly. God has His hand in every detail and I'm so blessed by His goodness!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79;"><br /></span></b>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-45348949510119832112015-07-27T18:06:00.002-07:002015-07-27T18:06:44.561-07:00Thirty Eight Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #339999;">How far along?</span><span style="color: black;">: 38 weeks! (posting this a week late though!)</span></span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Baby is the size of a</span>: I would guess about 6lbs?</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">The Bump</span>: We are at max capacity here, people.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Symptoms</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Contractions, exhausted</span></span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Food Cravings</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Orange Juice and Donuts</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">Anything Making Me Queasy or Sick</span><span style="color: #222222;">: Nope!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #45818e; line-height: 1.4;">Sleep</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;"><span style="color: #45818e;">:</span><span style="color: #222222;"> I'm trying to get good sleep, but I'm peeing about every hour on the hour, plus my hips are so sore, it's been difficult getting comfortable</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">What I miss:</span> Talking without panting for breath</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Weddings Rings On or Off</span>: On, but will probably come off soon, thanks to the heat!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Any Names Picked Out Yet:</span> I think so? But we'll wait to finalize when baby's here!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Movement</span>: Baby's still pretty active</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Maternity Clothes</span>: You can usually see a bit of my belly peeking out of my shirt, and I only have about 1 or 2 pairs of shorts that fit. Enter: Brett's t shirts and shorts. Thankful to have such a burly, handsome husband!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Labor Signs</span>: Nothing really, just contractions and lots of pressure, but not dilated or effaced.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 1.4;">Best Moment of the Week</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Levi started saying "mama" (again after a year </span><span style="line-height: 20.2222232818604px;">hiatus</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">) so that's pretty much the cutest thing ever</span></span></span></b></li>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-85439458741399144272015-06-11T09:17:00.002-07:002015-06-11T09:17:07.549-07:00Happy 2nd Birthday Levi!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My boy, you're two years old! As much as I can't believe it, I'm really excited for this age. Your personality continues to shine through and you're a joy to get to know more and more! When you turned one, I was glad for you but sad for me, because I felt like I just blinked and you grew up! But now that you're turning two, I'm not exactly sad, just AMAZED that you could possibly be becoming a big kid already!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You bring joy to my heart and a smile to my face every single day. Whether it be your sweet kisses, how you play with your toys, or watching your face as you discover something new for the first time, you make me smile and I'm delighted to be your mom.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the way you babble. You babble with such intensity and desire to be taken seriously. You burrow your brow and scrunch your nose as we try to figure out what you're trying to say. Not to imply you don't say any words. Your favorite word of choice is still "car." Everything is a car. But especially cars!! You love their steering wheels and the big tires and especially the cars with DVD players like Nana's! You also love talking about gui-TAR's and "gahngahngas" (bananas) and "dum" (drum)'s. You're finally saying "Da!" again when Daddy comes home, too, which totally makes his day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of when Daddy gets home, the first thing you usually do is run away from him with high hopes that he'll chase you. You surrender with ease because deep down you really just want Daddy to wrestle with you and tickle your belly. Oh, you're laugh, kid! It's so sincere and genuine. Brings a smile to everyone's face!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your favorite things to do consist of riding on the golf cart at Nana and Papa's house, as well as snuggle with Sophie and running cars up and down our arms and legs. Every morning as I unload the dishwasher, you bring your cars and sit your legs under the open door and run your cars back and forth on the door. But nothing makes you as happy as the freedom to RUN. You love to run all over our backyard, talking and laughing all the way. You get especially excited when we're somewhere with a wheelchair ramp. Up and down and up and down...shouting "GO!" every time you run downhill. It's really quite easy to keep you happy, so long as you have nothing holding you back :)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You now have 14 teeth...your pearly whites just sparkle when you throw your head back laughing! You enjoy brushing your teeth, but not as much as you enjoy eating the toothpaste! You weigh 32lbs and continue growing into a strong, healthy boy! Now that we have a new van, you're able to climb into the car and up into your seat all by yourself! This will be so nice for your mama when your new baby brother or sister is born! Your daddy and I know you will be such a great big brother, once the initial shock sets in, of course :) </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been reminded so much lately of my last few months being pregnant with you. The song, "Courageous" by Casting Crowns was on the radio a lot, and I would listen to the song and pray these words over your life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sweet baby (yes, you'll always be my baby, no matter how big you get!), these words will continue to be the cry of my heart for your life. No matter what comes your way, may you become a man of courage with a heart that longs to serve Jesus and His people. May you lead others and bring them closer to Him, and may you be a significant reason the Kingdom of God continues to grow. Be kind, be humble, be obedient to Him. We love you as big as the world, kid!</span></div>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-11424576389808404972015-06-10T11:51:00.001-07:002015-06-10T11:51:40.064-07:00Thirty Two Weeks<br />
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<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Sleep</span>: The struggle is real! I toss and turn and just when I'm about to fall asleep, baby wakes up and wants to play in my belly!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I miss</span>: Being able to breathe and talk at the same time.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Weddings Rings On or Off</span>: On</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Any Names Picked Out Yet: :)</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Movement</span>: This kid is fierce!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Maternity Clothes</span>: I don't know how pregnant women get by without them.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Labor Signs</span>: Braxton Hicks and baby is head down! Now it's just a matter of time!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 1.4;">Best Moment of the Week</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Brett's done with school now, so we've been able to enjoy lots of family time! Whether it be swimming, working in the yard, or just eating together, it's been so wonderful spending time together!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I’m excited about/looking forward to</span>: Spending time with friends this weekend! </span></span></b></li>
Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-75223623929035074302015-05-29T12:15:00.003-07:002015-05-29T12:15:28.989-07:00Thirty Weeks!!<br />
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<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #339999;">How far along?</span><span style="color: black;">:</span></span> 30 weeks (when did this happen!?)</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Baby is the size of a</span>: cucumber? aka Just shy of 16 inches long! Weighs in around 3lbs!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">The Bump</span>: Bump? More like a mountain. But makes for a great hill for Levi's trucks, apparently!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Symptoms</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Just feeling huge! </span></span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Food Cravings</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: I've reached the point where I have to eat a lot of small meals, otherwise I get indigestion and a little acid reflux. In fact the other night the pain got so bad, I started wondering if there's something possibly going on with my gallbladder!? Needless to say, stomach's a little squished these days!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">Anything Making Me Queasy or Sick</span><span style="color: #222222;">: Nope!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Sleep</span>: I still toss and turn, but I'm usually tired enough to fall back asleep right away</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I miss</span>: Having energy! There's so much I want to do, especially with this nice weather, but I wear out quickly.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Weddings Rings On or Off</span>: On</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Any Names Picked Out Yet: </span>I think we've made progress!!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Movement</span>: I have a little acrobat in my belly :)</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Maternity Clothes</span>: They're a saving grace, but...I don't know. I'm just not enjoying them like I did with my first pregnancy. Although recently I got a few maxi dresses and skirts and those have been wonderful!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Labor Signs</span>: The never ending Braxton Hicks</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 1.4;">Best Moment of the Week</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: We bought a mini van :) I can't believe we grew up so fast! I'll miss driving my sporty little car but I'm so happy with the van we chose and am excited to make new memories in it, driving around as a family of four.</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I’m excited about/looking forward to</span>: Brett's done with school this week! It will be so nice to have him home. Then this weekend, my sweet Levi turns 2!! I'm excited to celebrate with family and enjoy our weekend with him. He's such a trip these days.</span></span></b></li>
Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-39266554909399845332015-05-03T17:38:00.002-07:002015-05-03T17:38:36.410-07:00Twenty Six Weeks<br />
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<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #339999;">How far along?</span><span style="color: black;">:</span></span> 26 weeks...last week in the 2nd trimester!!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Baby is the size of a</span>: about 14 inches long and weighs about 2lbs! That's why I can hardly breathe!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">The Bump</span>: I look like I swallowed a basketball</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Symptoms</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: back and hip pain, braxton hicks, and dare I say, a little "on edge" ;)</span></span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Food Cravings</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Popsicles, poptarts, and everything else that's edible. I can't stop, I won't stop!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b style="background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">Anything Making Me Queasy or Sick</span><span style="color: #222222;">: just the constant bending down to pick something up and standing back up that is required of a mom of a toddler. it's exhausting</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Sleep</span>: I have been going to bed shortly after I put Levi down, waking up when he wakes up, and napping when he naps. EXHAUSTED.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I miss</span>: sleeping on my belly</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Weddings Rings On or Off</span>: on</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Any Names Picked Out Yet: </span>Really haven't even talked about it much! We've been so busy!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Movement</span>: Pretty active! In the last week my belly has started going crazy! It's my favorite part of pregnancy!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Maternity Clothes</span>: Yes. But I tell ya, I don't know if it's the clothes or just the stage of life with Levi, but nothing seems to fit well, and everything is irritating! (I told you I've been on edge!)</span></span></b></li>
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<li style="background-color: white; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 1.4;">Best Moment of the Week</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: You mean month?? ha Yes I've been a bit M.I.A. with Levi having bronchitis and me being sick. But anyway, I'd say getting back in the groove has been so good. This year has been insane and emotional with losing Brett's mom and all that goes with losing a loved one...It's nice that the weather is improving and we've been able to find some delight in our new normal</span></span></span></b></li>
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Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-52917645309776363712015-04-06T14:17:00.002-07:002015-04-15T12:23:02.707-07:00Twenty Two Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Baby is the size of a</span>: spaghetti squash...and almost 1 pound! no wonder I feel huge this week!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">The Bump</span>: stretching and growing and making my belly button pop...already!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Symptoms</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: back and hip pain...seriously folks, I walk like an old lady!</span></span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Food Cravings</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: I feel like I'm starting to feel full now that the baby has made less room for my stomach...but if you set 5 steaks in front of me right now, there wouldn't be much left come bed time!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Anything Making Me Queasy or Sick</span>: no way! this is the fun stage of pregnancy!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Sleep</span>: actually sleeping a little better! still toss and turn, but I must be getting used to it</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I miss</span>: Not much at this point. But while on vacation this last week, I would have given my right arm for a frozen margarita! </span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Weddings Rings On or Off</span>: on</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Any Names Picked Out Yet: </span>We are making some progress! But nothing set in stone. I have a feeling with this baby, we won't "officially" choose something until Baby is here!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Movement</span>: Belly's moving! My mom and sister have been able to feel him/her!</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Maternity Clothes</span>: Pretty much all I'm sporting this days.</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Labor Signs</span>: Just Braxton Hicks</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4;">Best Moment of the Week</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: Spending time on the beach with my family. Brett and I managed to </span><span style="line-height: 20.2222232818604px;">sneak</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> a little date night in, we got to play with Levi in the pool, and Brett gave me some poolside time while he stayed inside while Levi napped! It was nice having some quiet time in the sun, </span><span style="line-height: 20.2222232818604px;">interrupted</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> by some sweet kicks and rolls by the babe!</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I’m excited about/looking forward to</span>: Having my taxes done! (Wow I'm pathetic!) But it's so nice having them done, I feel like I can enjoy time at home so much more.</span></span></b></li>
Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405935790591378633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404222349717765532.post-86912626237468122242015-03-24T06:27:00.001-07:002015-03-24T06:27:34.291-07:00Twenty Weeks...halfway there!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #339999;">How far along?</span><span style="color: black;">:</span></span> 20 weeks (a week late)</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Baby is the size of a</span>: banana</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">The Bump</span>: loud and proud!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #5dc2c0; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.4799995422363px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Symptoms</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: back and hip pain</span></span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999; line-height: 1.4;">Food Cravings</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">: still, all of it. it's insane</span></span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Anything Making Me Queasy or Sick</span>: nope!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Sleep</span>: i typically wake up around 1:30 then toss and turn until the morning. not the funnest.</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I miss</span>: nothing, really. i really like being pregnant once the throwing up subsides!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Weddings Rings On or Off</span>: on</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Any Names Picked Out Yet</span>: boys names are hard!!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Movement</span>: sweet little love taps all day long, but nothing insane. it's fun watching my belly move a little here and there!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Maternity Clothes</span>: i'd be screwed without them!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Labor Signs</span>: braxton hicks already!</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">Best Moment of the Week</span>: seeing our sweet baby on the ultrasound! we laughed because Levi was so active and difficult to measure during his anatomy scan...this baby just chilled and completely cooperated! what a lovie! Also, Levi has been fascinated with my belly lately, giving it hugs and kisses, then he lifts up his shirt and puffs his belly out. Makes my mama heart so full. I pray daily these two would become best friends.</span></b></li>
<li style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13.1999998092651px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: #339999;">What I’m excited about/looking forward to</span>: warmer weather!!! </span></b></li>
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