tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67765384226289707802024-03-12T22:04:14.836-07:00You, Me, and Baby makes 3!The journey of our growing family.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-91640017256521280312014-03-28T00:10:00.001-07:002017-01-24T16:11:22.231-07:00Things Have Changed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My dad died on his 60th birthday on February 13, 2014.<br />
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I don't even know if the details really matter now. I mean, I keep playing the facts of what happened over and over to grab at the possibility of knowing that it happened. Even writing that first sentence seems fake. It feels like a lie. I feel like I'm still going to call my parents' house and he'll answer and I'll tell him about my new job or how Emily sits still for French braids or how we're finally moving out of our awful apartment. But I can't. <br />
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I can't even understand how I'm supposed to make him a memory instead of a live person now. On Facebook, his brothers and sisters created this page that we can (I guess) collect memories of him. But it's not helping me at all. It's not making his death any more real than me typing the words myself. <br />
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It's real to me when I think of how it affects everyone else. It hurts my heart when I think of how I don't want Emily to forget him but that she doesn't understand that he's not coming back. She talks about "Papa" all the time. She says to me: "I miss Papa." "I love Papa." "Papa, I love you." She imagines she is playing with him. At my mom's house, we planted his ashes with a tree so they grow into it. Emily brings everything to Papa's tree. I watch her bring her little wagon and two shovels there. She puts one shovel in with the tree and she digs with the other. <br />
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It hurts my heart when I think of my sisters missing my dad. I held them at the hospital. I told them not to worry. I tried so hard to be comforting because the staff made it seem minor. I feel like I lied to them. They won't have the things I got to have with Dad and it's not fair to them. <br />
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It hurts my heart the most when I think of my mom. I have never seen any marriage like theirs. The way he looked at my mom is the way that she should always be looked at - adored. Loved. It hurts when I think of how much my mom must miss him. Every time we talk and either of us get emotional, all I do is wish I could do something. I expect him to come out of his office while my mom and I are giving Emily a snack. I expect to hear Emily say delightfully, "Papa! I stuck! I expect him to get her out of her high chair and snuggle her and hug her. To make some flirty comment at my mom. To be there. I don't understand how he can just not be there.<br />
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I'm not mad at God or anything. There were so many things that happened along the way that God showed me His hand in this, that He was there. There's been so many things since then that have showed me that He still has His hand in this. <br />
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I went to church about a week and a half after. I had the worst time keeping it together during worship. Then one lyric set me off and I just cried. It was all I could do only to cry that much. I had a couple of my good friends hug me and it was like the tears were being squeezed out of me. I avoided going back for a few weeks because I was scared that it would be like that again. That everyone would keep telling me that it's okay if I cry because I'm "surrounded by family." It's scary to be there with this happening. It's scary when everyone knows the reason that you're crying and I feel like there's a way that I'm expected to react now. I started to worry, <em>what if I don't cry? Would that mean I'm over it? What if I cry too much? Does that mean I'm overcompensating?</em> I went back again last weekend and still cried. I found myself wishing for those hugs again. Wishing I had those people near me and I was too proud to tell them that I just needed that. <br />
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Maybe that's why it's unreal. I'm too proud but too scared to say to someone, "Can I cry with you for a minute?" But it's different now because, after a while, people don't really ask how you are anymore. It goes back to normal for them but I'm still here. Maybe it's unreal because my coping method is keeping busy. Since we move in a couple days, it's been easy to be busy. But that won't last. <br />
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I miss him. I miss how he hugged me so tight before I left their house every time. I miss his laugh. I miss his protectiveness. I miss talking to him about seafood. I miss planning Mom's presents with him. I miss telling him the good things that Eric has done. I miss watching him play cars with Emily. I miss seeing both of my parents come out to the car the second Emily and I arrive. I miss how he sang. I miss my daddy. <br />
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A few weeks ago, my mom was telling me about what happened that night before his heart attack and every word of their moments just brought me so much comfort.<br />
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I wish I was there because, every time I have to remind myself that this is real and not a horrible, awful nightmare, I think of what I saw over the course of the three days between his heart attack and turning off the machines. And I still think that it can't possibly be true. <br />
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Last month, we finally took our first vacation since our honeymoon! The week was busy and far from perfect, but a trip well-spent anyway.</div>
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We left at Emily's bedtime on a Saturday night. By 5:30am, we were pulling into the driveway at Eric's grandma's house where we stayed all week. It was Emily's first meeting with her great grandma and you could tell how excited she was. She's in her 70's but she doesn't act like it. She likes to stay up late, wake up early, shop, have dinner, but Emily was sure a lot of activity for her. Grandma Joan said it was good that we had activities that took her out because she wasn't used to having someone around who had so much energy. </div>
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Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach</div>
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And met Emily's 2nd cousin...</div>
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We also went to Rainforest Cafe, went shopping, spent a nice amount of time with Eric's uncle, grandma, and aunt. It was a great week, we stuck to our budget, and it was incredibly active. I'm looking forward to our next vacation but I think I need a post-vacation vacation. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-79428520489904966772013-10-18T00:07:00.001-07:002013-10-18T00:07:09.119-07:00Krystle is a Procrastinator!<p dir=ltr>You know the only thing I dislike about my blog? Catch-up blogs.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Its my fault for being a procrastinator. Right now, I want to tell you all about Emily's first vacation we just took, about her switch to a toddler bed and the changes that came with it, about new things she's learned, about our anniversary, about my friends... but I don't want a whole blog on that. I mean, unless you're my mom reading this or maybe one or two others that actually read these, you don't want to read that novel either unless its very hilarious or deep. So I'll just separate them. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Right now? My husband is snoring on the couch after falling asleep during How I Met Your Mother. Emily came out of her room twice in 5 minutes so she could hold me. And I've been browsing cookbooks for my next challenge. Its a normal Thursday night. But those blogs may be delayed, for I think she's getting up again. Good night!</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-45338074515064574012013-07-22T10:49:00.002-07:002013-07-22T10:51:16.391-07:00CALM DOWN!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was having a rough day with Emily last Friday. I was just not getting through to this kid - she was climbing on the dining room table, throwing things at the television screen, making messes everywhere. You know, the normal toddler stuff. But for some reason, all the back-to-back correcting and time-outs and sneaky toddler things were just getting under my skin so badly. I was really hoping to relax and that just doesn't happen with this kid very often so I should've know better and managed my frustration better.<br />
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She had climbed on the table for the last time and I just had it. I put that girl right in time-out and set the timer. Now, time-out is still a new thing for Emily. I try to establish a "three strikes" rule with going to time-out. The first time she does what she isn't supposed to, I take her away from it and tell her not to do it. The second time, I take her away from it and tell her that if she does it again, she has to sit in time-out. The third time, she goes in time-out and<em> </em>I set the timer between 1-2 minutes. I don't talk to her in time out unless I'm telling her she has a minute to go. After time-out, I take her from her chair, tell her what she did wrong and not to do it anymore and then, she gives me a kiss. If she does it again in the next thirty minutes or so, there's no strikes - just time-out.<br />
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When Emily's timer was up, I took her out of the chair and told her she is not supposed to climb on the table. That's when she hit me as hard as she could in the mouth with her head. Her head was fine but my lips were covered in blood pretty quickly. If that happens, she goes immediately back in time-out for 2 minutes. It hurt so bad. That was just the last straw. While she was in time out, I cleaned up my lip, got dinner started, and just was getting madder and madder.<br />
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I called my mom to vent and I don't know why I bother. I know I won't listen to her, even if she has good ideas on what to do. She finally joked about a new parenting method called <a href="http://www.mommyish.com/2013/07/19/the-ctfd-method-of-parenting/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+b5media%2FMommyish+(Mommyish)" target="_blank">Calm the *** Down.</a> The article is a little ridiculous but it did remind me that sometimes, I need to just chill out. The frustration will pass. I can be strong and committed to the parenting methods we choose. She will learn not to stand on the table and learn not to hit mommy as I discpline. And she will sleep at some point. <br />
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Reminds me of one of my favorite sayings:<br />
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"There's a lot to think about, but not a lot to worry about." <br />
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Giving this one to God because there is no point in trying to fight this battle alone. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-21218437390938697662013-07-01T10:50:00.001-07:002013-07-22T10:52:03.730-07:00POPCORN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I decided last Wednesday to issue myself a challenge to break a bad habit - no popcorn or soda for 1 week. Part of my reasoning was for trying on clothing in Tucson this coming Wednesday. Most of it was to get rid of my nightly snacking habit.<br />
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For a moment, I would like to thank Olivia for her suggestion on a previous blog. She suggested tackling one thing at a time and I thought it would be good to start with the toughest. Her suggestion has made this much more manageable than a full overhaul of my food choices.<br />
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I won't lie - it's been tough. The first three days, I avoided watching any TV at night because that's when my cravings hit. Even if I am not hungry or don't really want it, I'll still have soda and eat popcorn. To distract myself, I've been cleaning. Until midnight. <br />
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The big challenge was Saturday night, because I went to the movies with Katie. Every time the door opened from someone else entering the theater, I could smell the intoxicating temptation of movie theater butter. I opted for a water (which was literally killing me). I debated candy but I didn't have any. Thinking about it now, I haven't even had candy since I started this. Another reason to thank Olivia. Katie got POPCORN AND SODA. She told me before she got it that this would be a good time to challenge the temptation. This woman is trying to kill me. <br />
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We watched the movie and midway through, my evil pregnant Katie just held a piece in front of my face. But I resisted. And now, I had a witness to it! <br />
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Last night was my first movie at home and I admit - I had a cookie. Okay, two. But no popcorn or candy and I don't even remember my last cookie.<br />
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Tonight is night 6. Popcorn hasn't won yet. I have received a lot of Facebook support on this and it's been so encouraging. I am so blessed to have an amazing support system for my silly addiction.<br />
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I do want to be clear though - it's not that I'm never having popcorn or soda again. I just need to limit it or give myself rules. But this is a start.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-28817696123928421942013-06-27T13:30:00.001-07:002013-07-22T10:52:58.818-07:00Enjoying the Reward<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't feel like we always acknowledge the blessings we are given. We become accustomed to receiving all of these amazing gifts and we stop being grateful for small things. We get used to a lack of perseverance and don't want to work for it anymore. We stop seeing our blessings as blessings and begin to see them as rights. <br />
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I am not at my best 100% of the time and lately, I've just been so burned out. I haven't been appreciating the things that I have been given like I should. It's not easy to be a stay-at-home mom all the time. I know that, unless you do it or have done it, it's not really acknowledged as hard work. There's unlimited overtime hours and no pay. No vacation. Constant deadlines. Constant criticism from others in your field and others that have heard about your field with no experience of their own. Working on sick days. Yet, I do it. I need to do it, . <br />
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I <em>am</em> grateful to be a SAHM. I wouldn't have anyone else do this job. But the last few weeks, I have just wanted a break. It's exhausting when Eric has two days off a week and most of his work days give him an hour at the end of the day with Emily. I stay up late to finish cleaning and then have some "me" time <br />
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In all of this stress, I have not been acknowledging the awesome kid that Emily is. She's learning so quickly. Last weekend, she was playing in her room with Eric while I was cooking. I was listening over the monitor.<br />
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Eric: Hi, Emily.<br />
Emily: Hewo.<br />
Eric: How are you?<br />
Emily: (garbled) Happy to see you.<br />
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WHAT?! She's repeating everything nowadays. She can jump a few inches from the ground.<br />
She'll go in her room and have books all over her lap while she pretends to read. She puts her dirty dishes in the sink. She helps put clothes in the laundry basket. Also, she kisses, not licks, now! She's just impressive.<br />
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Also, Tuesday was the seven-year anniversary of mine and Eric's first date. He bought me some red roses. We went to our first movie together since Emily was born on Wednesday. The theater was empty and it was relaxing to see a movie together. <br />
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Need to appreciate this much more. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-43679612099416362782013-06-17T10:31:00.005-07:002013-07-22T10:53:33.969-07:00My name is Krystle and I'm addicted. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am proud to say that I have been regularly working out for about an hour, three times a week, for almost 2 months. Sometimes, it's more, but it hasn't been less. <br />
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I am not so proud to say that my discipline has NOT reached my unhealthy eating habits.<br />
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To be fair, my love affair with fast food has been minimized to about once a week (which is also nicer for our budget) and my meals are attempting to be healthier (been trying new vegetable recipes), but my nighttime popcorn habit will be the death of my weight-loss.<br />
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The ridiculous thing is, I know this. I realize it hinders my goals and prevents me from losing more fat. But I give in EVERY SINGLE TIME. I will avoid buying it and then, spend on it that day with another alibi to go to the store. I hide it away and tell myself I can have it on the weekend and end up rationalizing why I "need" it tonight. I even tell myself that I will never even make a dent in my weight loss significantly if I don't stop. Somehow, I decide one more won't hurt. <br />
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Is this how people with more drastic addictions feel when quitting? I mean, I'm sure they don't have meetings for popcorn addicts. Oh, Overeaters Anonymous, right? <br />
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Ugh, I hate that I love food. <br />
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I am never planning on being a single-digit jean size, but I would prefer to be down at least two sizes before we are pregnant again. With all my pregnant friends right now, I would love to lose what they gain. (sorry, ladies!)<br />
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Habits to break or change? Can't I just get lipo and a tummy tuck??</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-60542996317326173822013-05-27T08:37:00.001-07:002013-05-27T08:37:46.799-07:00And everyone was there...<p dir=ltr>I had the most incredibly vivid dream last night:</p>
<p dir=ltr>We found out we were pregnant (in the dream). I was very confused because I had taken a pregnancy test just a week ago (in real life). I was pretty far along and Eric and I were talking about it while driving to my parents to tell them. We discussed how Katie and I did not want to be pregnant together again, how there was lots to prepare for, and how to tell my parents.</p>
<p dir=ltr>We arrived at my parents house and told them our news. "I thought you were waiting to get pregnant," my mom said. I told her we were but apparently the baby wasn't. I told Susan as well and she kept telling me she didn't want to give up something but I don't remember what. I don't think we ended up telling many people. I don't even remember telling Melanie.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I was scheduled for a c-section but went into natural labor. I went to the hospital with my mom, Susan, and Kaitlyn (from our church's youth group). They set me up in bed and said my OB would be there soon. I was alone in there for a while (other than my mom, Kaitlyn, and Susan). We tried calling Eric but I soon found out there was no time. I felt the urge to push and there were no nurses or doctors in the room. My mom and Susan had gone for food for me. I called over Kaitlyn and told her she would have to deliver the baby. She was nervous, but I told her what to do. I pushed for a little bit and the baby was out. It was a girl. She was quite purple at first but when Kaitlyn held her close and cleaned her, her color came to her body and she cried beautifully. Kaitlyn took her somewhere to wrap her and I delivered the afterbirth alone. I remembered thinking how proud that Leanne would be that I had a VBAC and didn't need medication.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I finally held her and named her Madelyne. I looked up the name and it comes from the Aramaic name "Magdela," which means "tower." Eric was there soon after. My sister and mom came back, stunned she was already born. We brought her to my parents house to celebrate her birth, instead of the hospital. I saw the Roccos - Michael held her for a moment, but was having an argument with Sammy so he gave her back. Kaitlyn kept coming over to hold her and snuggle her. Pastor Al and Carmen held her and I had a tough time persuading them to return her. Eric finally decided that he wanted to not share anymore and held her the rest of the time.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I talked to my mom and explained that I was unprepared so I thought there was more time. We didn't have a car seat or a bigger car or a place for her to sleep. That's when I woke up,</p>
<p dir=ltr>I don't even remember the last dream that I had that was this vivid.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-21738184166283944652013-05-25T00:00:00.001-07:002013-07-22T10:54:52.749-07:00Embarassed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When you become a mother, there is a whole new world of things that embarrass you. If you are a perfectionist like me, the number is high. Unfortunately, you only learn about these things as you go.</div>
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This week, Emily threw her first public tantrum. I don't mind when she throws a tantrum at home - I can handle it. Even when people are visiting or we are at someone's home (a rarity, lol), I can easily handle and calm her down. But nothing is as mortifying as a tantrum in a public place. It wasn't severe, it wasn't violent, but it was loud.</div>
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We were at the public health department for our WIC appointment and, for some reason, they left the door in the lobby open with 3 or 4 toddlers in the waiting room. Maybe I'm the only bad mommy who's daughter tried to run out of the lobby so this is why they leave it. </div>
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Either way, she kept trying to run out the door, so I would walk her back and try to occupy her. I brought her favorite snack (Gerbers' garden tomato puffs) so I took them out for her to snack on. She eats a few, tries to make a break for it. I go for her hand to guide her back and she smacks down the snacks everywhere, forcing me to crawl all over the lobby. Then, when I go to bring her back again, she starts jumping and pulling at her arm to break free. Then, she throws her body on the ground and smacks her head on the linoleum (intentionally). Starts yelling, "no. No." Then, we were called back to the office and she kept trying to escape.</div>
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Another thing I am embarrassed about this week - my body. I know I'm going to get heat about saying that from my girl friends but you know what? I am not digging my body this week. I know its not the same as a few years ago - I have carried a child and breastfed. I realize that it won't be the same. But I have the delusional desire for it to be.</div>
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I was getting ready to go to lunch with a friend on Wednesday and I was checking out clothes I hadn't worn in a while. I even tried on one of my pre-pregnancy shirts. Gorgeous and flowy. But I wasn't comfortable wearing it because of my belly-in-progress.</div>
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I know I am working out, but for now, I am covering up what I can. I know that's probably a bad way of thinking of it, but at least I am working on it.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-75746004014312912682013-04-08T16:08:00.001-07:002013-04-08T16:08:16.523-07:00Operation: Happiness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I need to start keeping up with this blog again so I don't have to do an update before every real entry. <br />
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UPDATE:<br />
Emily had her 15-month visit and Dr. smith said she was advanced for her age, in terms of language and comprehension and that kind of thing. <br />
We have both been sick and are over it now. <br />
I have begun decorating the apartment. <br />
I have begun working out.<br />
Eric is going to be getting a promotion.<br />
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Our first month here went well.We have had friends over (mostly Jonny and Katie or my mom) and had wonderful dinners. Emily is no longer afraid of the tub. I have started decorating.<br />
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I am feeling happy today. I mean, I made the decision last week to start working out and I did my third workout this morning. My mom is being super amazing by watching Emily while I work out since I am using her gym. I really want to be in better shape for my next pregnancy and it looks like that might be late winter when we stop preventing it. I don't want us to have another one while we are in our little two-bedroom apartment. It's perfect size for the three of us but it would be a big deal for the four of us.<br />
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Man, that was a train of thought, happening right in front of your eyes!<br />
I need something to write about. I need to be motivated to update this blog. When I was pregnant, I constantly wrote about my worrying and experiences because it was all so new to me. Maybe things are too routine. I need more experiences for Emily and I while I'm home!!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-71712305266167355562013-03-12T16:07:00.001-07:002013-03-12T16:08:43.703-07:00Our First Trip To The Park<p>We took an outing to the park today!</p>
<p>At first, Emily just kind of moseyed around, checking out the dirt and grass and trying to feel it. She kept giving me handfuls of dirt. Then, she spotted a 10-month old and her mother. She kept waving and made her way over to them.</p>
<p>Totally friendly, Trina (mom) and Haylie (baby). I chatted with her about the girls and our spouses and friends. We talked about the nursery at my church and I ended up inviting her this Sunday. Her husband was there with their dachshund and Emily took it upon herself to chase the dog, and then take turns sitting in Trina and her husband's laps. She kept squatting down to wave to Haylie.</p>
<p>When Emily started to eat dirt, I decided it was time to go. When I was getting in the car, Trina asked me if I had my car seat installed by the fire department. I said I had before Emily was born. Turns out, she was the woman who installed Emily's car seat! We exchanged numbers and I made my first mommy-friend!!</p>
<p>Then, we went to Walgreens and she somehow lost a shoe which we never found. I guess we have to get new shoes for her!</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-53228985408228893082013-03-07T16:29:00.000-07:002013-03-12T15:45:54.795-07:00Speeding by<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A lot can change in a month.<br />
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WE GOT OUR TAX RETURN!<br />
We filed as soon at we got everything and received a beautiful $5k. With this money, we paid off debt and....<br />
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WE MOVED TO SIERRA VISTA!<br />
This move was way more difficult than necessary. First of all, the apartment was not properly cleaned and I am still fighting with the apartment for a credit for that. They were late getting everything repaired. I had to reschedule utilities. To make things worse...<br />
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EMILY IS SICK.<br />
She threw up the first time on Saturday and has thrown up 1-2 times a day since then. The worrse one was when she threw up in the car on moving day (Sunday). Today, she has not thrown up but she is on a pretty bland diet right now. I called Dr. Smith's office and the nurse gave me some diet instructions and said, if she is still throwing up by Monday, bring her in. <br />
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Overall, though, I am glad we are now in Sierrra Vista because we have already seen Katie and Jonny, my parents, and Susan at our apartment. Even with Emily sick. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-10149486389935823712013-02-03T16:23:00.001-07:002013-02-03T16:23:19.899-07:00Frugality<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is not easy to live frugally, even if you need to. <br />
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We have been looking at our budget and there is a strain to be able to make ends meet if we want to move back to town. Our options are limited, but it's coming down to either making serious cuts or I need to get a job. Let's put it this way - I definitely want to stay a stay at home mom.<br />
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To make the move, we will need a substantial tax return. We need to pay off some bills, have enough for deposit. But even then, we need a budget we can live on. Some things are unflexible, like a rent payment or our car insurance. Other things, like our gas and grocery budget, is changeable. Want to know what I just put in our search box? <br />
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"$100 monthly grocery budget."<br />
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If I can cut it down to that, I won't have to work. If I can cut it down to that and stick with it, I won't have to work AND we can save money AND we can live in a nice apartment. But is that even possible? I know my couponing queens would give it a shot. I have to ask myself what the top 3 priorities are and they are:<br />
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1. Great relationship with God (need to keep tithing)<br />
2. Great relationship with Eric (need to stop fighting)<br />
3. Raise Emily the way we have chosen (affordably and to my standards)<br />
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So, how do I tighten the purse strings?<br />
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Check out <a href="http://www.littlehouseliving.com/">http://www.littlehouseliving.com/</a> for some ideas on living frugally!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-66910075538441380572013-01-21T11:55:00.001-07:002013-01-21T12:00:49.128-07:00Right Where I Want To Be <p>The last 2 weeks have had significant improvement!</p>
<p>Last night, we had a fabulous night with our friends and kids. I was worried that we wouldn't have enough food, about the kids playing together, about a ton of things. But you know what? Everything was great. There was a surplus of food! I think everyone else had fun. I even woke up to a clean house and clean dishes, since I did them last night.</p>
<p>As for today? Most of you know that we already tackled bedtime with Emily and she goes down for the night with no fuss. Today, I decided to buckle down and begin working on naps. I have delayed it but this is better to do now. I am doing one at a time so it's smoother for Emily. She took about 40 minutes to go to sleep but that's expected for day one.  </p>
<p>AND Emily isn't sick anymore! That's the best part. She hasn't needed medicine for 3 or 4 days and hasn't even coughed in 2 days. For an easier comparison, here's the before and after.</p>
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<p>Okay, enough with catching up. I have made a decision that I don't want to be the "no" person I have been for most of 2012. Now, I decided this on New Years Eve and I am 99% certain that Emily was sick from the New Years' party I said "yes" to attending, but there's no way I could've known that would happen. I want to actually have friends when we move back to Sierra Vista so I need to be a 50/50 person for yes/no instead of a 5/95 for yes/no. </p>
<p>My effort to make this happen is an easy rule - don't let more than a month go by without saying "yes" to plans or making the plans myself. The only way this will be changed is if the thing I am offered to do is dangerous/illegal/unsafe.</p>
<p>Also, I have a new goal for myself - I want to lose 5lbs a month until December. That will get me closer to the weight I want to be for our next pregnancy and it goes with the timing. Five pounds is manageable and achievable. Plus, the pace makes it easier to keep off. </p>
<p>Now, I will ask myself a question I miss hearing - how are you, Krystle?<br>
Well, today, I am happy my daughter is almost better. Lonely, because my husband isn't home. Grateful, because my husband is sacrificing so I can continue to be a stay-at-home mom. Exhausted, because Emily seemed to get into everything tonight. And I am looking forward to relaxing while watching Desperate Housewives because I realize I am thrilled that their drama is not baggage for me.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-59569291888576798242012-12-31T12:26:00.002-07:002012-12-31T12:26:50.879-07:00The End of the Beginning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Is it only a shock to me that the year went by so quickly? All the birthdays, milestones, holidays... how did it all happen so fast?<br />
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Time for A Year in Pictures!<br />
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Snuggling with Grandma on her birthday.</div>
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Ringing in 2012</div>
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First trip back to SVRHC.</div>
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First hospital stay at TMC.</div>
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First outing to visit the Hideckers.</div>
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Falling asleep while waiting for her bottle</div>
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Snuggles with Auntie!</div>
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Bottle with Grandpa</div>
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First smiles</div>
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First hair turban</div>
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Meeting Minnie Diaz :)</div>
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Meeting Stephanie and her baby bump</div>
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Out to water plants with Daddy</div>
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First pedicure</div>
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First taste of rice cereal</div>
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Cuddling with Mommy</div>
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Bottle with Grandpa John </div>
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Awkward hug with Uncle Josh and Daddy</div>
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Last day of Grandma and Grandpa Morlock's visit</div>
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Sitting up on her own for the first time! <br />(5 Months)</div>
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First sippy cup</div>
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Relaxing in the backyard</div>
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Crazy faces!</div>
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Smiling with Auntie Melanie</div>
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Being cool with Grandma</div>
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Meeting Matt for the first time</div>
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Double-ponytails with Mommy!</div>
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Standing on her own! </div>
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Yo Gabba Gabba with Daddy</div>
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(And walking! Had been walking for about 2 weeks by the time this picture was taken. Could take up to 10 steps!)</div>
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Bath time fun with her buddy, Vivienne</div>
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So proud to be feeding herself!</div>
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Daddy is off to his first day of work at his new job :)</div>
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This is easily my favorite December picture. </div>
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Emily's first birthday!</div>
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Trying on her new boots</div>
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Christmas snuggles with Auntie Susan</div>
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Opening Christmas presents</div>
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Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's</div>
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Showing off her teeth. I love this picture with her and my dad.</div>
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Still a happy couple. We have come a long way this year. It's been rough but I love that man. </div>
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Christmas family picture!</div>
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Grandma and silly Emily!</div>
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Grandpa getting his time in :)</div>
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This has been a very rollercoaster-type year and, to fully express it, I would have to literally post every single picture. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I know God has watched over us this whole year and I am so happy that I have this beautiful girl in my life. Thank you to everyone who has offered me a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on or made me laugh when things were rough. I love you all. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-47620861694123321012012-12-27T16:12:00.001-07:002012-12-27T16:12:42.846-07:00Wait, where were we?<p>We made it through the holidays!!</p>
<p>I should catch up because a lot has happened in the last two weeks...</p>
<p>First, I had a small get-together a few days before my birthday. My whole family was able to make it and a couple friends. I had a good time and enjoyed an afternoon focused on me, as selfish as it sounds. Emily gobbled down one of my strawberry cupcakes and really enjoyed playing with her pal, Vivienne.</p>
<p>A few days later, we celebrated Emily's birthday on the day before her birthday. She was able to Skype with Eric's parents but was very tired. When I took her upstairs for her bottle, she threw up. I thought it was a one time thing but she threw up a few more times before 1am. We were hoping she would wake up on her birthday and feel better but she was sick for 3 days :( I felt so bad for her but she seemed to have a great attitude and was only upset when she threw up. Also, her birthday brought her a new tooth and a new word: "Pretty." This was mostly in reference to the Christmas tree but she's working on the meaning. As soon as she was better, Eric spent the night throwing up. </p>
<p>The good news? They were both better by Christmas AND I didn't get sick. Emily was excited to open gifts but she soon was bored with that and just wanted her toys. Between her gifts from us and my parents, I don't know what to get her with the gift cards from my mother-in-law and Eric's grandmothers.</p>
<p>Emily had her one-year appointment yesterday and she is still in the percentile bracket that Dr. Smith said she needs to be at. She is 30 inches tall and 23lbs 1oz (2lbs grown since her 9-month appointment). I think she would've weighed more if she hadn't been sick but Dr. Smith said she is perfectly proportional. He gave the okay to start switching to milk and said it's time to say bye-bye to the bottle. So, today, we went out and got a transitional sippy cup that is supposed make it an easy transition. We shall see about that!</p>
<p>I think that catches us up. Oh, and Emily is finally eating well today. So she is basically stealing my food.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-5804285376428666762012-12-21T21:16:00.001-07:002012-12-27T15:50:05.140-07:00Freedom (written 12/13/12)<p>Emily is almost free from food restrictions! I love being able to give her new foods that aren't mashed or baby food. Since the month began, we have let her have potato soup, corn, hamburger helper, tilapia, chicken cordon bleu (minus the ham), grilled cheese, french toast (with and without egg) and we haven't had any belly issues or allergic reactions. I am waiting to start eliminating formula until after her Well Baby checkup.</p>
<p>I had some FREE AND ALONE time out of my house yesterday. Had lunch with my mom and two doctor's appointments but the point is, I went alone. Eric stayed with Emily and he said they made a fort. He still has a problem getting her down for a nap but I will be solving that soon. </p>
<p>Emily goes to bed for the night on her own without rocking or a bottle in her crib. All I have to do is give her the cupcake blanket and a pacifier and she will lay in her crib and go to sleep with her Billy Joel music-only CD. For her naps, I have still been holding her to get her to sleep. I realize that I should've started her naps as soon as she was good with her regular bedtime but I wasn't ready for that freedom. I am waiting until after the holidays since there is no way I can be consistent right now (since we will be out and about) but my goal is to have her napping without me holding her to fall asleep by the end of January. <br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-49192366564737450992012-12-01T11:21:00.001-07:002012-12-01T11:22:09.780-07:00Thanksgiving, Ebay, and New Jobs!<p>Well, we have made it almost a year. This month is busy!</p>
<p>First of all, Emily is practically running now. I am so proud. She's eating all of her snacks on her own and I am working on getting her to eat some of her lunch on her own. She is eating at least half adult food now.</p>
<p>We had a great Thanksgiving. All three of us went to my parents house and my sisters got to see her walking around in person for the first time. She had Thanksgiving dinner (more like lunch) with us and she ate pretty well. She is really getting the hang of regular food. We did our "i'm thankful's" and any time she was what someone was thankful for, she leaned her head to the side and smiled. She sure is loved!</p>
<p>This month, I started selling stuff on eBay and, yesterday, I made my fourth sale! With Christmas and Emily's birthday coming up, I can't wait to shop! Hoping to be able to spend a little extra on Eric for Christmas.</p>
<p>Speaking of Eric, a lot of you know this but he got a new job at Aaron's as a manager in training. He is excited and starts on Monday. Luckily, we are planning to use our tax return to move to town so we will be back in Sierra Vista in a few months!</p>
<p>Overall, life is good. Can't believe Emily is turning one in less than 3 weeks!</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-41306182572656041082012-11-08T12:34:00.001-07:002012-11-08T12:34:12.194-07:00Hypocrisy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I try to keep in touch with the youth students that I helped minister on Facebook. I was a youth leader for 6 years before this break I'm taking and I met a lot of students in that time. I have also met a lot of youth leaders. I love hearing about how the previous students are doing and it always breaks my heart when they walk away or are having rough times. What I didn't realize is that it also works in the reverse way.<br />
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One of the youth students contacted me and was heartbroken because a previous leader no longer believes in God. It broke my heart too.<br />
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I mean, think of how much has been invested in these students. Or even as a leader of any group in the church. We have taught them that God prevails and to have faith in Him and that He saves and He is merciful and He is their friend. We have cried at altars with them, led them into worship, prayed healing over them, encouraged them with the Word, prayed in tongues with them, praised God for victories with them... and then what? We wish them well and pray for safe travels and they are gone. <br />
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Time goes by and, since no one worries about friends on their Facebook page, they remain on your Friends list. If we are careful and keep relationship with God, they see that. If we walk away from Christ, they see that. If we walk away, we aren't just walking away from God or even the church. We are telling everyone that we have ministered to or prayed with that it was a lie. And once you <em>KNOW</em> Christ is real and have felt His presence and blessings, how do you turn around and say, "I don't believe"?<br />
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<span class="text Heb-2-3" id="en-NIV-29981"><span style="font-size: small;">"This is what the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> says:</span></span><br />
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<span class="text Jer-17-5">“Cursed is the one who trusts in man,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-19363A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Jer-17-5">who draws strength from mere flesh</span></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Jer-17-5">and whose heart turns away from the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>."</span></span></div>
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Jer-17-5">- Jeremiah 17:5, New International Version</span></span></div>
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I'm not saying that you can never step down from ministry. I did and it was to "fill my bucket," for lack of a better term. But walking away from Christ is totally different. <br />
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“But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”<br />
- Joshua 24:15, New International Version <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=NIV&search=Joshua 24:15" title="Joshua 24:15"></a></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-75401323004352906102012-11-04T22:15:00.002-07:002012-11-04T22:15:31.205-07:00Speedy Emily<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last few weeks have brought a new and exciting talent: Walking. Emily took her first steps on my sister Susan's birthday on October 14th. <br />
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Let's review that. My daughter took her first steps SIX DAYS before she turned 10 months. I was not expecting this. Her highest distance/steps has been about 3 feet with 10 steps. In the last few days, she's been really determined. She's still doing short distances but I think she'll be really walking by Thanksgiving.<br />
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Unfortunately, this talent has come with many dangers. She's using her skills to walk cabinets, doors, and (yikes) r<br />
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I started writing this blog entry two days ago. I stopped because, while I was blogging, my daughter speedily crawled away. I stood up to walk after her and she went behind the couch to stand at the window. Seconds later, she begins crying so I go to get her. As soon as I pick her up, blood starts running from her mouth. <br />
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Like I said, this talent comes with dangers. <br />
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She hit the back of her mouth with something - I think it was a wooden spoon because Eric and I let her drum on pots and pans with spoons and we must've forgotten one on the floor. Because of this injury, I called the pediatrician's office. She would barely eat or drink and the nurse said that the sucking motion will iritate her wound. Basically, she told us to push fluids so she doesn't dehydrate. She said it should be better by the next morning (which is was) because mouth injuries heal pretty quickly (which my mom and Alexis told me). <br />
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She was better by the next day and began her morning with <a href="https://www.facebook.com/v/4867042072355" target="_blank">17 STEPS</a> (click the link to see!). My little girl is becoming a walker. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-47080971561185422092012-10-23T11:10:00.001-07:002012-10-23T11:10:16.338-07:00My Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm exhausted and I want to take some time for me.<br />
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The last six or seven weeks were rough before Eric got a new job so I didn't really expect to have a "me" day soon. Eric's been able to go out with the guys and our friends and that's only been because our friends are generous.<br />
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(By the way, this is NOT my way of saying to people that I want everyone to pay for me - I'm simply pointing out that he would not have been able to do it without them. So thanks.)<br />
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I normally stay at home because the gas is a lot of money to make multiple trips and so, when I want me time, I prefer to leave the house. When I'm home, even when she's napping, I clean the house and cook and take care of other things so that's not really a "break." I feel like there's an incorrect perception that, as a stay at home mom, you have plenty of free time. You don't. Since Emily's been mobile, if I want to clean, I have to have Eric watch her or wait till she's asleep. If I eat, I need to hold my plate at my chin so she doesn't reach it.<br />
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In spite of all of that, I love spending time with her. She's smart, funny, and concentrates so much on everything that its adorable. The only problem is, when I don't get a break, I get overwhelmed with the cleaning and her impatience and not eating without my fork getting stolen. I can't take a break at home because, when Eric watches her, I still am available to help her or clean. <br />
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I don't feel like a bad mom to know that I need time away. There was a girls' night on the night of the guys' night but I didn't go. That turned out to be a good thing because I was told the kids out-numbered the adults and relaxing wouldn't have happened. We go and see our friends (which I love) but when we go out, I take care of Emily most of the time we are out and that's not really relaxing for me.<br />
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I've realized that being a mom is a constant state of alertness. You are constantly making sure they either don't get hurt or don't swallow something they shouldn't. I got the gate for the stairs but she started trying to climb the gate and screams when she can't go upstairs. I really don't know how single moms do this. You know, those people have babysitters.<br />
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I was going to have time today but Eric had to work. Maybe I'll go Saturday. I just need to get out of the house and drive alone in the car without worrying about being a mom or wife or housekeeper or cook or safety patrol - I want to go to a movie or lunch, relax, and unwind. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-57778572898372968952012-10-08T21:15:00.001-07:002012-10-08T21:16:20.230-07:00Seasons Change<div><p>First of all, if you are still reading my blog after all of this time, thank you. I'm not sure who does (other than my mom).</p>
<p>This last week has been great. :) I started my diet on Monday last week and my 1-week measurements say I lost an inch and a half at my waist and hips! Its probably mostly water weight but it is NOT welcome to return. I enjoyed my treat on Wednesday night (popcorn and a mini-soda) and it was so easy to stick with it. Whenever I crave something on a non-treat night, I'm going to remind myself of those inches.</p>
<p>Also, Emily is tear-free at bedtime all week now! She has woken a few times after I've put her to bed but I think she's cutting another tooth. We had a visit from my parents on Saturday and she was out like a light by 8:55pm and slept past 7:00am. We almost didn't make it out for church. Today, she said "buh-bye" and "you" for the first time. She also learned to clap yesterday.</p>
<p>Best news - Eric was just offered a department manager job at Wal-Mart in Sierra Vista. He said we are a couple months away from moving because we need to take care of other things first (but I'm thinking it will happen after the holidays). We are still looking for a better job and PRAYING he gets an interview with the civil service job he applied to but this is a good step forward while we wait.</p>
<p>As for today? Today, I am proud that I made it a week on my diet, happy that my husband is employed at a better job, and excited that my little girl is making such progress.</p>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0Benson, Benson31.967861 -110.29452tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-31784853705956267392012-10-02T16:58:00.001-07:002012-10-02T16:58:48.971-07:00New job, Emily's progress, and dieting! Oh my!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A lot has happened in the last few weeks so I guess I better update you!<br />
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First of all, Eric and I celebrated our fourth anniversary last week on Thursday. We had a roasted chicken for dinner and all three of us had dinner together at the table. <br />
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GOOD NEWS ALERT! Eric has a job as a manager trainee or shift lead or something at McDonald's. He's glad he's bringing home income but he is still seeking a better job. He admitted it felt good to work ONLY 8 hours at a shift. Instead of 15 hours. AND he got off on time AND he's able to go to youth on Wednesday and Fry Bread (our church's booth at Art in the Park this weekend). So, in spite of this not being what he planned, they are being really nice about giving him the time that he asked for church.<br />
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Emily has 3 teeth showing (two bottom, one top) and I think she has another top tooth coming in. She's crawling great, pulling herself up, and I think she'll take her first steps soon. She's saying "dada," "mom-momma," "wow," "baba," and now, "way." I think that one comes from us saying "no way" when she shakes her head at us. I started putting her to sleep on her own almost two weeks ago. The first two nights were really rough. Then, I added some structure and she's been improving since. I'm trying to take in all the advice that I'm getting and using what makes sense to me. She was really tired so she fell asleep before I put her in her bed last night but the night before, she cried less than 30 seconds before going to sleep. The crying has been the hardest part so I was a little happy that she fell asleep on the way to her room last night. She hasn't been up past 9:30pm and hasn't been awake before 6:30am for the day since she started going to bed on time. Even better, she hasn't woken in the middle of the night in weeks!<br />
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I'm not sure if it's actually helped in the nursery since she's going through an "only Mommy" phase, but she only cried the first five minutes and the last five minutes this past Wednesday and only a little bit on Sunday morning. Which apparently stopped when Lisa cuddled her. lol<br />
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Emily had her 9-month check-up. She weighs 21 lbs and 1oz, and she's 29 inches long now. That puts her in the 81th percentile for her weight and 86th percentile for height. She's healthy and we got the OK for allowing her to eat any dairy except regular milk. So, she's tried string cheese, shredded cheddar cheese, and vanilla yogur. She also had mashed potatoes with a little bit of sour cream in it and LOVED it. <br />
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As for me? Yesterday, I started the Abs diet. I think the hardest thing for me will be avoiding popcorn at nighttime - it's my only real weakness when it comes to eating healthy. I didn't give in last night, though, and that was my first triumph. This program is 6 weeks (initially) and working out is optional the first two weeks. I really want to prove to myself that I have enough discipline to stick with this all 6 weeks. The program allows you to cheat on the diet for one meal or snack a week so I think that's going to make it easier. Plus, it's not as restrictive as most other diets. Mainly, it's just eating healthy. <br />
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I didn't weigh-in before beginning since I don't have a working scale, but I'm going to be bold and post my starting points...<br />
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Size: 22<br />
Measurements: 45-41-55<br />
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I'm hoping I'll be down at least one size by the end of six weeks. If I succeed, I'm going to try to keep this diet through the holidays and just make my cheat meals on the actual holiday. That being said, I probably won't get past my birthday (December 18th) because Emily's birthday (December 20th) is right after and then, Christmas. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415703132590397282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6776538422628970780.post-2199107904912652302012-09-22T16:54:00.001-07:002012-09-22T16:54:53.248-07:00It's a wonderful life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We are unfortunately entering another week of unemployment. And yet, I'm not discouraged. I'm weirdly serene about the whole thing. Maybe it hasn't hit me yet but I'm just so confident that my God is pulling through for us. I believe that Eric just hasn't found the job He has for him yet. I know it's coming. We applied him to a few promising jobs this weekend that I'm looking forward to hearing from.<br />
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On the home front, Emily is constantly progressing. If you haven't seen it yet, here's a video of her MAJOR crawling skills: <a href="http://youtu.be/SN9saAJTVsg">http://youtu.be/SN9saAJTVsg</a>.<br />
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She's saying "Mom-momma" a lot, which is so adorable. Before now, I could put her in her bouncer with the mobile in the bathroom while I took my shower. I realized I could no longer do that when I caught her crawling out of it! So, I let her roam my room while I shower and what does she do? Sit right in front of the shower and wait for me, legs crossed and arms folded. She's just such a joy. She just turned 9 months old a couple of days ago. She has two teeth now! I'm sure I'll look back at this blog entry when she's going to school and wish these days back so I'm taking every second in.<br />
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To sum it up: keeping my faith in God that everything is going to be amazing. No matter what.</div>
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