tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88760662724151871482024-03-13T17:37:05.445-07:00The Roli Poli'sThe Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-18151321517322668212014-09-23T11:11:00.001-07:002014-09-23T11:11:06.990-07:00I'm back!! Blogging has been ignored because I 'haven't had time'. <div>But in the past week I have deleted Facebook and desired to create more meaningful ways to document our crazy days or adventures. In my mind a blog is supposed to be long and well thought out. But short Facebook posts are impersonal and don't always reach the people that really care about or life. </div><div>So! I am going to try doing short update blogs with a photo or two often. My phone has a sweet blogger app that should make this easy. </div><div>If you haven't heard, we moved to Minnesota!! </div><div>We had thought the Lord was clearly calling us to go back into the Navy and all signs pointed towards that. It was a two year journey that we continually kept going to the Lord and asking for His plan to prevail. Just when we thought we were getting our yes and we were moving on in life, our world was rocked with a loud and clear NO. We were shocked and devastated. For a day. In that day every stage of grief was explored. We woke up the next morning excited and extremely expectant that God had MUST have a better plan or way that we weren't seeing. We started praying for a clear direction and answer. We needed a change and needed to feel settled. </div><div>We buckled down and waited expectantly for our answer. Within weeks it was clear that our family was going to Minnesota! Every single detail started coming together one day at a time. I was elated as I have had an extremely rough year of depression and hormone issues to be going back to my home. However each day was a struggle to make it through. I literally had to tell myself minute by minute day by day. Blocking out all worry of tomorrow. God showed up in my broke as and brought people to love on me and help me pack. The packing often got ignored to go hang out with my friends I had made and soak up any last time WA adventures. But it all got done and we packed up our truck and headed off. I was one step away from a nervous breakdown but as soon as we pulled into our new home my heart was flooded with a peace. I felt at home! For the first time in years. </div><div>And then I was overwhelmed with thankfulness because my heart and body was craving a peaceful place to be with my kids and husband. God knew that and led me right to where I needed to be. </div><div><br></div><div>A week later I made another huge step and put Brooke into school. I had to lay my fears and worries before the Lord because I knew school was the best thing for her. I had so many doubts and voices in my head but again God opened doors, sent confirmation in form of conversation with people and made clear the way. Her first day was filled with excitement and I didn't even shed one tear. She is thriving and my heart is thrilled to see her joy. </div><div>I kept Brayden at home and he and I are doing school. He is also thriving with the one on one attention and soaks up all I teach him. </div><div><br></div><div>I just realized my pictures are all on my other phone!! I will have to post another blog with pictures. </div><div><br></div><div>Off to take a nap, or try to anyway. </div><div><br></div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-4676957922572648322013-08-22T16:14:00.000-07:002013-08-22T16:14:29.284-07:00Salutations. <div>
This blog entry is going to be a first since it will be written by Papa Roli detailing the events of college life now that it has finally come to an end. This will be a rather informal letter since I presently have 3 children throwing orange peels in my face and have used up the remaining glial cells I had over the last 2 months so brain functions are in survival mode. </div>
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It all started when the Lord called us out of the Navy and into the land of palm trees and sandy beaches in 2009. With no idea of what was happening, where I would go to school, or what the future held, we packed up the vehicle with our two children and headed off to orange county, CA. </div>
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I enrolled at orange coast college that fall and decided to pursue a degree in pre-physical therapy. I planned to eventually transfer to cal state and continue with my education since they also had a phd program for PT. I had to take the english/math placement test and remember about 30 other students there as well. The exam lasted about 1.5 hours. Here is where the fun began.</div>
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I was placed in basic algebra due to my "einsteinian" math abilities. I also placed into college english which was one of my better subjects in high school. I graduated from a small high school in northern minnesota where I do believe I managed to learn as little as possible. I never advanced past algebra 1 and never took 2 years of a foreign language. I was told that I could take a world foods class to fulfill that requirement and what guy wouldn't want to eat instead of learning french? As a result of my educational prowess in minnesota I was clueless as to what was going to happen in college but I knew that college algebra was as high as I wanted to take because I hated math and wanted to avoid scary looking hieroglyphics and greek letters. </div>
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The first semester I took geography, communication, and ethics. I have always loved any class that is ONLY memorization, so these classes were fairly simple for me. Next semester I took math, english, cross cultural something rather, and pre-chemistry. The math class was well suited for a 10 year olds math comprehension so I made it out alive, cross cultural class was from a chilean with an accent heavier than si off the show duck dynasty so I just played on the ipad during her lectures. Pre-chem was scary in that she was talking all this nonsense about orbitals, valence electrons, and molar mass. I was about to walk out of that class but then I saw an image of my children poor and destitute on the sidewalk begging for food so I stayed. Finally, engwrish. My best class in high school, all you gotta do is read and write in your native tongue, CAKE. Um, no. I wrote up my first paper and received a D. My worst grade in college thus far and I was shocked. Apparently there is a thing called MLA and APA format that you are supposed to follow. Also, the professors don't like free writing which is what I am doing now and I think it's awesome but they didn't. I was able to stubbornly subdue my free writing grandeur, and adhere to their silly guidelines and move on to the next semester. </div>
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Summer 2010- Here I decided to take my next math class, pre-algebra, and psychology. I went hard since the summer sessions are always condensed and while the teachers were both nice, the psychology class was a bunch of tricky word games on the exams. I actually preferred the straightforward approach of the math class and finished out the summer with a year under my belt. In the fall I took another psychology, college algebra, history, and political science. Psych is psych so it stayed the same, and the history class was a dry as a fossil but pretty easy. I want to talk about the poli sci and algebra class...</div>
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Poli sci was taught by an ex marine who was a Christian conservative and let all the liberals know it. By far the most entertaining class I have ever had and he made showing up to class an experience. He would banter with liberals to the point they would walk out of his class, and loved to make people laugh. I would go back today and pay just to sit in his class rather than a comedy show. The algebra class was a different story, I showed up and after having two math classes prior was pretty solid in algebra but had no idea how this would go. Since most kids START with this class it was pretty laid back and easy and so after getting a 98 on the first exam I stopped showing up to class. The professor said he never took attendance and so I figured I would just show up and take all the exams and the final. Well apparently most of the class had the same idea and he changed his policy when I was absent so by the time I figured out what happened I had missed too many classes and he wasn't going to pass me even though I had a high grade. I had no other choice but to withdraw, lesson learned. Never skip on a day a professor changes the policy...</div>
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Spring 2011- Transferred to Vanguard University after learning that the Cal states were in a mess financially and there would be a year waiting list just to get into the PT program. No thanks. Vanguard had a pre-pt program so I transferred over and enjoyed the Christian environment they offered. I started with general chemistry, another psych, sociology, pre-calculus, and a bible class. Yes, apparently if you go to an assembles of God school they want you to add 5 Bible courses. I was able to test into pre-calc so that saved me from my last math experience, and ended up in the top of the class. Chemistry was ridiculous, spending time in lecture, lab, and 3 hours a day studying and doing the online mastering chemistry homework. Oh well, one more semester of that nonsense and I'll be done with chemistry forever! Yay!</div>
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Summer 2011- Took chem 2 in 6 weeks. Why? I don't know. 3 hours of lecture, 5 hours of lab + studying. Oh yeah, and an elective fitness class where I got to work out...tasty college life. Then after that I enrolled at Golden west college in huntington beach for an intensive anatomy class. Why? Because I saw that image again... 8 hours a day, 950 page workbook, but I will never forget what a proximal convoluted tubule is. </div>
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Fall- I took another psych, physiology, movement anatomy, a health class, and another bible class. Little did I know that the Lord would call us up to seattle after this semester...</div>
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The move- Literally in the blink of an eye we moved up to seattle and I transferred to the only school I could get into that quick which was Northwest University, another assemblies of God school in Kirkland just minutes from the house where we were staying. The awesome part was, they didn't offer a pre-physical therapy degree. It was either graduate on time (summer '13) with the pre-med biology or take another year with the general bio track. I had to get out of college asap so I regretfully drug my feet to my first semester of pre-med. </div>
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Spring '12- I learned that I will have to take much harder classes, and also for another 2 summers which means no break. I was so thrilled. I enrolled in old testament history, APA research writing, microbiology, and genetics. Now, if you do not know, genetics is an upper level, senior level class. They assume that you have already taken all your science classes and have a handle on the material somewhat. It is also know as one of, if not the hardest class you can take in college. I would wake up at 4am some mornings before the exams and still would barely pass the death exams that were 6 questions long with parts a/b/c/d/e/f/g, no study guides, no bueno. How I survived I have no idea, mendel can go eat some peas...</div>
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Summer '12- Yay for another summer filled with BBQ's and relaxation! Not. I enrolled in 2 bible classes online and intensive organic chemistry at bellevue college. The bible classes were about 2 hours of work a day so not too bad but I showed up to Orgo and after a week I withdrew. No way I could do three classes, when orgo takes up your life and soul. </div>
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Fall'12- Met my best college buddy paul who is the asian version of me and we hit it off immediately. He lived on campus and would feed me often and we would play FIFA and Madden to get our minds off the studies. I took physics 1, cell/molecular biology, general biology, environmental science, and scientific cross cultural. All of these classes came with labs...death. Nothing like taking everything backwards too, I haven't even taken calculus and I am taking calc-based physics.</div>
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Spring '13- I can almost taste the diploma. Physics 2, general bio 2, integration and development, biochemistry (before ochem?) and I enrolled in calculus online at san francisco state because NU only offered it in the fall...the online was great, a ton of homework and only 2 quizzes, a midterm, and a 4 hour final that you had to have a proctor for, but I did really well so apparently math is my thing now?</div>
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Summer '13- NU let me walk on graduation day, but I still had a 15-20 page research paper to write since I couldn't go on the class trip to Haiti because of the birth of Finnean was so close to that time. I also had to take my last bible class and organic chem. NU thought about offering it, which got me all excited because I didn't want to go to BC again but they decided against it (too much work for the professor) and I enrolled in BC for the last class of my undergrad. </div>
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Summer of Death- I was able to knock out 80% of my online class in a week, writing a paper a day and completing other assignments because I knew what was coming... It was a delicious 25ºC when I gathered my 4 textbooks for organic chemistry, kissed my wife and kids goodbye and headed out to undertake the hardest class known to man. Granted, some will argue that there are classes that are conceptually harder, or more abstract, but nothing compares to the work load that is involved with intensive organic chemistry. We are talking about 5 days a week in class from 11am-3pm for lecture and 315-530 for lab. A chapter a day, with an exam of that chapter the following morning, plus quizzes online at night, lab reports + notebook, lab quizzes, lab practicals, a final every 2.5 weeks, and an ACS final that culminates it all before your last ochem 3 final. There are no days off, there are no weekends, there is no time for facebook, shopping, gassing up the truck, watching tv, clipping your toenails, shaving your beard, or seeing the sunlight. 20% of the class failed each semester and some students immediately switched their major. If you can make it through this class, you can make it through any class. </div>
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Breakdown of an average day: Wake up at 6am. Shower and start studying for the exam at 11am. Catch the bus at 10am and study on the bus on the way to class. Take the exam at 11am. Take notes and pay attention as the instructor flies through the chapter. Most of the students have already taken ochem over the course of a regular year, some 2-3 times. Eat lunch while studying during the lectures and working on the supplemental material. 15 minute break to breathe and then lab starts. 2+hour lab everyday and after lab was completed, head out to the study room to write up a 2-3 page lab report of the experiment that was just conducted. After that was completed, take the online quiz of the material that was presented that day. After that, write up a 3-6 page prelab in your lab notebook for the next day. Catch the bus home, devour food, pass out, wake up and repeat...for 8 weeks. At a minimum I was going for 12 hours a day and at my max was doing 20. My skin was whiter than elmer's glue, I was out of touch with reality, but I knew that failure was not an option. At times I didn't know if it was possible, I had thoughts of doubt, but the Lord gave me the strength to push on. He always knew the plan He had for me and my family and knew I was capable of achieving more than what I thought was possible. As we now wait to see what the next step is, whether its a Naval officer or something else, we have learned so much over these 4 years, and have grown so much as a family. I can now breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy life with my kids for a short time before I have to be a grown up and get a job to support my family. I am also thankful for such an amazing wife who can hold the house together by herself at times when I am absent. Without her help, I couldn't do the things that I have accomplished. </div>
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Always look for ways to serve others, surround yourself with Godly people, and they will encourage you to seek His will and achieve the impossible. For not one thing is impossible with God, but without Him, life is meaningless. </div>
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*You have been warned.. This is a birth story!!</div>
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Its also kind of long but I want to remember every detail because it is a story of the Lord walking me through a journey of blind faith with great reward at the end.</div>
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My last blog I wrote told about the faith, waiting and prayer needed in this pregnancy.</div>
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I was still at the birth center trying to figure out what I needed to do.</div>
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I had an appointment with them to help me decide the route of action and care for the rest of the pregnancy.</div>
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I was met with quite alot of resistance to any of outside medical advice I had received from the sonogram doctors, they thought the monitoring plan was too much and that I was being overly worried.</div>
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But when I asked what their plan was or how we would deal with certain situations they were so laid back and just kept telling me I shouldn't be worrying and that I would be delivering normally at the birth center. </div>
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I agreed to an extent, because I had a feeling the baby would be perfectly healthy but for some reason I had a nagging worry about after the birth and I was really concerned how the birth center dealt with after birth complications. </div>
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With a shrug of the shoulder she calmly said I would just be transferred and would have to pay for the midwives to go along.</div>
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That made me even more worried and determined I DID NOT want to have to get transferred in case of emergency.</div>
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An All female clinic. (So that way no matter who was on call it would be a woman)</div>
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I have never delivered with a male doctor and did not want to try something new. </div>
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The Lord led me to a perfect clinic and a doctor called me back immediately and took my case.</div>
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She was a very calm and collected person. </div>
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I had a moment of panic because her accent was so thick it was a little hard to understand her.</div>
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But her presence brought me a peace and I stuck with her.</div>
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She was shocked that the midwives didn't tell me to transfer and that I transferred myself. </div>
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She had a plan of action that required monitoring but she was a lot more conservative in her approach and set up a once a week monitoring as opposed to twice a week.</div>
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The weeks went by and little Man kept growing healthy and passed every test he needed to pass.</div>
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I was at peace and happy but I would still get a nagging 'What if' feeling' and an overall dreading of labor.</div>
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At 37ish weeks, I hit a wall with all the monitoring, appointments, hearing everyones different opinion about my case and an overwhelmed feeling. </div>
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I skipped a whole week of appointments (the week of my birthday!) and decided to just relax and pray.</div>
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It was SO needed because I came back happy, confident in my body, confident in MY doctor (not all the other people's opinion) and ready to have little man.</div>
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I was so confident that everything would turn out ok and I would probably deliver the baby in the car or side of the road or something dramatic like that ;).</div>
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I was going to skip my 39 week appointment as well but I woke up with a feeling that morning that I needed to go.</div>
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I had the BPP first which is a mini sonogram to look at baby's movements, fluid levels, practice breaths and the size of his verix. He passed it all and everything looked good.</div>
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At the NST tho, (It monitors heart rate and contractions) I noticed his heart rate sounded different. When you hear it for weeks on end you know whats supposed to sound normal.</div>
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Sure enough another nurse came in and they decided to keep monitoring me and get my Doctor to come look.</div>
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They decided to send me to the hospital for better monitoring but they thought that his heart rate was dropping with every contraction. </div>
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With the cord issues this is exactly what they were concerned about.</div>
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Went over to hospital and got hooked up again.</div>
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Grace works at the same hospital and came over to keep me company.</div>
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Little man's heart kept dropping.</div>
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Not enough to show signs of distress but enough to have my doctor and the doctor on called worried.</div>
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The Doc on call came in and told me My Doc decided to induce me the next morning as he was safer out than in. They were concerned he was compressing his cord or the cord was starting to detach.</div>
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I was shocked. and scared. </div>
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Brooke was induced and it went super well. Just had epidural issues.</div>
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but this was not in my birth plan! ;)</div>
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I was worried we were trying to take the baby's health into our own hands and not trust the Lord.</div>
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I was worried he wasn't ready to come out and we were forcing him.</div>
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Aaron was the wonderful voice of reason and reminded me of the journey and assured me this was the Lord's plan.</div>
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I made him buy me ice cream sandwiches and ate way too many that night. </div>
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Stayed up way too late trying to finish getting the house ready.</div>
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Still in shock this was happening and in shock I would finally meet miracle baby.</div>
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Went in at 7am and met my two nurses. I was still only a stretchy 2 (Which is very abnormal for me.. Usually I am a 3-4 by 38 weeks with the baby engaged) and he was still very high.</div>
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I was extremely scared of the pitocin but My doctor told me we were starting at 1 and moving up 1 unit every 45 minutes or so. Very slow going.</div>
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I still cried as I watch the pitocin start dripping into my iv.</div>
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I was terrified of the pain and terrified of what would happen.</div>
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I liked my nurses but they started to stress me out.</div>
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They had heard how fast my other kids came and kept saying this will go really fast.</div>
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I couldn't relax nor could I go into my baby brain and start focusing and letting go.</div>
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At noon I still wasn't really feeling anything.</div>
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We had been walking and bouncing and more walking.</div>
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The nurse kept saying they had to leave at 3 and were hoping I would go by then.</div>
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STRESS!</div>
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They were really nice... just not very good at sitting there quietly. ;)</div>
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I tried napping. didn't work because I had little tiny contractions and one nurse had to constnatly be watching the baby's heart monitor next to my bed. </div>
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So I watched I love Lucy on my phone. </div>
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My friend Reagan and Beth were supposed to be there for the birth.</div>
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I had been texting both but by 2 still nothing was happening and I didn't want two more people just staring at me waiting for labor to start. </div>
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I am usually a person who hides and labors alone.</div>
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At 3ish, still nothing of significance had happened and I said goodbye to the two nurses and waited for my new nurse.</div>
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She walked in and instantly I felt more comfortable.</div>
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She was a wonderful older lady with the softest voice and smelled like my Grandma.</div>
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(A childhood smell that always brings a happy calm feeling. I love just sitting near my grandma and smelling her)</div>
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She was so soft and gently and never asked any questions about how or what I was feeling. </div>
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After a little while of sitting with her I got my first real painful contraction.</div>
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I kept bouncing and watching I love Lucy.</div>
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Aaron helped me decide to get the epidural as soon as my water broke.</div>
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The Doc didn't want to break it too soon so she had been waiting for me to dilate and the baby to drop more.</div>
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Right after we called him I crawled into bed and my water broke :) </div>
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Aaron just smiled at me.</div>
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As they were prepping for the epidural they started getting really intense but I kept telling myself it wasn't so bad and maybe I should just skip the epidural and do it natural.</div>
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Aaron said I wasn't allowed and to go with the epidural because he knew the end would be way more intense with the pitocin.</div>
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After the epidural I felt wonderful. Of course!</div>
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The epidural guy did an amazing job and I barely felt the needle or anything at all.</div>
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I was finally dilated to about a 4-5 but his little head was still pretty high.</div>
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I still hadn't texted Reagan or Beth to come up because I was sure it would still be a while.</div>
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The time starts to get blurry but Beth somehow decided to come up and I remember her walking into the room.</div>
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My Doc came in to check on me and the baby.</div>
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He was doing great still and I was dilated to 7ish but still high head. </div>
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She was happy with the progress and walked out of room.</div>
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All of a sudden I felt the pressure.</div>
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But I second guessed what the pressure was.</div>
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After a couple minutes the nurse asked if I was feeling pressure cuz his heart rate started dipping.</div>
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I said yes and she ran over to my side and checked. </div>
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I was complete and he was on his way!</div>
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They ran and got the Doc back in the room and told me to start pushing.</div>
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I was shocked. </div>
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WHAT?! I wasn't even in labor yet and reagan wasn't there!</div>
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I remember pushing maybe 3 times and Aaron said Babe keep going hes almost here.</div>
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I asked, What?! HOw?!</div>
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Sure enough one more push and his head came out, but the cord was wrapped extremely tight and then he got stuck a little. But I will never forget the moment she held him up and passed him to me.</div>
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Finally.</div>
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After the longest journey he was safely in my arms.</div>
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SO beautiful and tons of hair.</div>
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I was in la-la land of happiness.</div>
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He was born at 6:14.</div>
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I remember my angel nurse saying, you are amazing! labor to delivery was only 3 hours!</div>
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Then the complication.</div>
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After half an hour my placenta wouldn't come out.</div>
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And the Doc couldn't pull at all because the cord could tear away from wall.</div>
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Then the hour mark. </div>
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Still nothing.</div>
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The Doc was so calm and I really didn't get scared, (I think I was even texting people during that first hour)</div>
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But then she called for another doctor with a sonogram to come in and order some medicine for me to take to get the placenta to relax.</div>
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Another nurse in the room said something about if it didn't come out I had to go into surgery.</div>
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Then I started crying and wanted to hold Aaron's hand.</div>
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A guy doctor walked in with the needed equipment but I smiled inside and told myself the Lord is in control.</div>
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The two doctors now worked together to manually remove my placenta. It was FIRMLY stuck.</div>
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I think Aaron said she used small forceps to remove it from the uterine wall little bit by little bit while the other doc held the sonogram wand and helped guide her.</div>
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She was being so slow and careful and kept saying she didn't want anything to tear or cause a bleed out.</div>
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I saw sweat start pouring down her face.</div>
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But the look on her calm face made me not worry.</div>
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It finally came at and with a smile and look of relief the Doc said its all out!</div>
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I think it was almost 8pm.</div>
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I usually have beautiful placentas.</div>
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This was a monster one! haha</div>
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and the umbilical cord was barely attached to the wall.</div>
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When I saw that thing, the thing that sustained my baby's life, I was in awe of the Creator of life.</div>
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I truly was holding a miracle in my arms that was given life from God himself.</div>
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I was in awe of the journey.</div>
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In awe that the Lord put instincts in my heart that I didn't ignore.</div>
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In awe that Finnean Jacob was PERFECT in every way.</div>
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In awe that if I hadn't gotten the epidural, I would have felt everything when the Doc was manually removing the placenta. THANK THE LORD FOR EPIDURALS!!! :)</div>
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Every detail that had worried me had worked out perfectly.<br />
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Reagan sadly missed the birth but was able to come up the next morning. But I am so thankful for her support and prayer through this journey! She was my pregnancy doula so to say :)</div>
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Auntie Beth was able to catch the birth and then brought a very hungry Mom pizza!<br />
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The thing that still has me wondering about is the chronic pain in the right side of my belly.<br />
I had even gone to the ER at one point to see what the deal was.<br />
Nothing was every confirmed or figured out.<br />
One sonogram tech had said he thought the pain was associated with where my placenta was attached but the midwives, other techs and I think even my Doc, said he was wrong.<br />
My gut told me attachment too and thats why I had concerns for after birth.<br />
When they were trying to get the placenta out, it was most stuck where my pain was. And actually, when she was pulling there I felt pain in that exact spot thru my epidural.<br />
it was the strangest thing and still a mystery to me but when I look back I am glad I trusted those instincts and switched to a Doc/hospital setting.<br />
I get anxiety when I think back to what if I had stayed at birth center.</div>
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Mommas, Trust your gut!!!! and when you don't leave, it with the Lord and He will guide you.<br />
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This was the month our sweet baby was supposed to be born.</div>
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But instead that baby is with the Lord enjoying His presence and a perfect life.</div>
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Thankfully I am not as sad about it as I thought I would be.</div>
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I think having a baby in the belly really helps take away the sting. </div>
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Especially a special little guy that needs all my attention already!</div>
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After several sonograms, an ER trip and lots of praying for answers we found out our little guys has three 'possible' threats.</div>
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I say possible because there are perfectly good outcomes to all of these but also extreme bad.</div>
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My placenta is a circumvallate placenta. </div>
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The cord is a velamentous attachment and he has a umbilical cord verix! </div>
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Triple whammy.</div>
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BUT so far he is growing beautifully.</div>
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I say beautifully because at my last sonogram the tech turned on 4d. </div>
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oh my word.</div>
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Absolutely incredible to see him in there in such detail! </div>
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I have never had one with the other kids so it was a huge treat.</div>
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He was already in the 80th percentile for growth so there is no concern yet. </div>
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(I have been truly trying to eat healthy and a lot of it so he will gain lots of weight)</div>
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With all of these there is a chance of him not growing, getting enough nutrients, blood or oxygen. </div>
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It all sounds REALLY scary so I would advise not googling anything unless you promise me NOT to come talk to me about what you find. ;)</div>
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I have banned myself from googling these terms as well. </div>
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Starting in a couple weeks we will be monitored every week 1-2 times to make sure there are no complications and he is still healthy. </div>
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I am at a birth center right now but we are getting a second opinion and a Doctor to start following my case as well.</div>
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He could be perfectly healthy normal baby but we have to be realistic and aware because these 3 can be a real issue sometimes.</div>
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I am at peace tho.</div>
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The Lord has a special plan for this little guy. </div>
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After my last blog, We have continued to see the Lord calling us into a journey of faith like we have never been on.</div>
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We have been calling it blind faith or child like faith. </div>
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We thought we had direction for the Navy.</div>
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We still sorta do.</div>
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But the Lord has asked again to follow, wait and have a blind faith!</div>
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Graduation is in May, he has one more summer class to finish and then we are done with school.</div>
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Still going to work towards going back in to the Navy but as of right now we have no idea what that means yet! </div>
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We are going to apply for several different jobs and leave it in the Lord's hand.</div>
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We are having to leave this sweet boy, our future job, income, school details, life details all in the Lord's hand. We have no idea what these next couple of months will look like but I do know one thing.</div>
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if His eye is on the sparrow, </div>
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He is watching over us and has a plan.</div>
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So I sit, Literally (I am exhausted!) wait and pray.</div>
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I haven't really had an appetite lately but I have been craving chicken and rice like no other.</div>
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Specifically, Korean BBQ even more specifically the spicy chicken Bul-Go-Gi.</div>
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I have to show self control or I would go eat it every night.</div>
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I am going to clean and try to bribe Aaron to take me again this weekend ;)</div>
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I have no energy in the mornings and even into the afternoons. </div>
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I get a second wind around 4 so after the kids go to bed I have been baking.</div>
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Sometimes.</div>
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But I have found I love going to bed with the house smelling sweet and knowing they can wake up and get themselves breakfast.</div>
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If you have any healthy breakfast recipes please share!</div>
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I did recieve a huge blessing in the last couple of weeks.</div>
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Background. Everything with Madde is a battle.</div>
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If it isn't her idea, its not happening.</div>
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I had tried potty training various times but always gave up because I was tired, sick or finding myself getting too frustrated. </div>
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Right when I was going thru some pain issues and needing rest,</div>
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Madde decided she was done with diapers for good and has been in underwear ever since.</div>
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She also transitioned to a big girl bed with NO issues! the first week that is.. Now she has figured out how much fun it is to get out of bed and play with bubba in his car bed.</div>
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But. </div>
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I have not felt this relaxed with her in forever. </div>
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She has been my most challenging child but the Lord knew I needed a rest and gave me a rest. </div>
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She is embracing being a big girl and has really transitioned from baby to a little spunky (HAPPY) toddler!</div>
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The Lord is a balm to the soul and keeps proving over and over He has my best interest at heart and REALLY does care about the little things.</div>
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I know it was Him helping my little tot through this transition. </div>
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For those of you that know Madde, you would agree.</div>
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It will be so much fun to bring a little brother home to her and seeing her change again.</div>
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I am so looking forward to all these changes in our life.</div>
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I ask your prayer as we wait for answers.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't even know even know where to start. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My thoughts are so jumbled yet clear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have a peace deep within me as I felt the Lord's presence this weekend. In an overwhelming way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A little background will help explain the significance of this weekend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few weeks ago I suffered a miscarriage (which is another blog) that has left me literally and mentally feeling empty. Spiritually I felt at peace yet still longing for more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Around that same time we felt we had to start making decisions in regards to Aaron's future. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We feel strongly that God is calling us back into the Navy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a while that is all we knew but we are getting to the point where we have to start making decisions in regards to which job route to go. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We prayed and prayed and kept knocking on doors so to say to see where God was leading. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had our top three options that were prayed over the most. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pilot, Nuclear or Intel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">None of which we knew anything about so researching began. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A little bit after the miscarriage Aaron started getting Nuc stuck in his head. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was still in grief and I kept pushing the idea of him even going back in away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At times angry that I would have to say goodbye to him as he is my rock so I refused to pray which direction he would go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I came out of grieving I knew that Navy was still our calling and the Lord would help me through all my tangled emotions, so I began praying that people would be brought into our life to answer our questions in regard to which job path. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fast forward to this past week.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aaron went back to school (his last fall semester of under-grad!) and started talking to one of his professors. The professor prayed with him and then gave him the name of an acquaintance that was in the Navy as a Nuclear engineer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aaron emailed him and when I read the response I had this tug in my heart. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The stranger was so supportive and encouraged by Aaron's vision and also had some great things to say about the Nuclear route. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt a tug but brushed it aside. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next day our friends Dave and Anna invited us to go camping with them over Labor Day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We agreed and told the kids. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They were beyond excited for their first camping experience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day we were supposed to leave I almost backed out because I was a little drained and feeling anxious. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But seeing the kids excitement pushed me through.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first night snuggled into our tent was the coldest night but all kids, including Madde slept all night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saturday the kids played all day and we just relaxed and enjoyed being in a new place.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aaron went on a hike with Dave to a friend's house near a lake. They chatted with him for a while and then threw rocks into a ravine thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The place we camped at was a campground inside of a Navy radio base. We camped there once when Aaron was in the Navy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being there brought back all the good memories from being in the Navy and I started feeling an overwhelming excitement to go back in that I couldn't explain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That evening a sweet little boy kept running by our tent, waving and saying HI!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brayden instantly befriended him and they played all they could.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The cabin the little boy and his family stayed in was right next to our tent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So the Dad kept walking by us and also waving, super friendly and I had a feeling by the way he carried himself he was high ranked. I kept having an urge inside me that I needed to talk to him more. But i felt weird thinking that as I am a Mother and didn't know why I would need to talk to him. I prayed that if it was true that Aaron would get the same feeling and do the talking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We chit chatted lightly here and there but mostly about the kids.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sunday we woke up, made coffee and then packed up to leave as we wanted to get back. I was starting to get anxious for no reason and got crabby at Aaron for kicking a ball around when he was supposed to be putting the kids in the car. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We got the kids all buckled in and Anna's dad walked over to our window to say goodbye.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well it was definitely a Midwest goodbye as it turned into a conversation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was still anxious so I was a little irked that we were still sitting there just talking but I got this calm and a voice in my head to Be Still and hear what the Lord wanted me to hear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her Dad had some great encouragement and specific things we have been praying over he spoke over us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I instantly felt all anxiety leave and thanked the Lord for this divine encounter and encouragement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We said goodbye and started to back out and leave the campground. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We get to the gate (since it is a military base the access is guarded in and out) and instead of it opening the guard comes running out with a VERY worried look on his face and said the base was on lock down due to an incident. He told us to check back in an hour.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We drove back to the campsite so confused because it has to be a pretty big incident for lockdown and we were running through every scenario.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the campsite, a group was gathered around a car.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With bullet holes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The same guy who Aaron had just visited at the cabin the day before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't remember his name but he said as he was driving into base bullets ripped through his car and they heard more as they were speeding up to base.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A base guard kept coming to update us and we were told there was a gunman on the loose now and the base was locked until they could kind him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The SWAT team was called and they were fired on as well so we figured this would go on a long time and we were spending another night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aaron and I were shocked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What ifs started running through my head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WHAT IF WE HAD LEFT RIGHT WHEN I WANTED?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">what if Anna's Dad hadn't come talk to us?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I literally just sat there overwhelmed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and felt the Lord's hand was right with us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were kind bored and didn't know how to process so we took the crabby tired Madde for a walk to the little general store. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bubba came too and was thrilled to get a ring pop and play on Daddy's phone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We talked and dreamed and talked some more as we were walking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On our way back, our Pleasant camping neighbor with the adorable boy was playing with his dog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We stopped and talked a little bit about what was going on with the shooting situation and such.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The conversation kept flowing and before I knew it we found out the he was an Executive Officer on a Submarine, wait for it.... as a NUCLEAR ENGINEER. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WHAT?!!!!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We talked and asked every single question we had and he cheerfully answered every single one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I asked if he would recommend it taking in consideration family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked at me, smiled and kinda chuckled and said that after hearing Aaron's history it would be the best decision.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After that look, I knew.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was again, The Lord's hand and He had just given us an answer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Completely NOT the answer were thinking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Completely NOT in the way that we were just answered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We walked away to take Bubba potty and as we did we looked at each other and also knew, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">we just had our answer spoken to us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We could not believe what was going on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A shooter was on the loose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The man Aaron met yesterday had his car shot up with NO injuries. HIs wife later said they were supposed to bring a friend along. If that friend would have come she would have gotten injured or worse because of where the bullets went.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had prayed to meet people to learn about the Navy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He brought us the XO of the USS Maine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He gave us the answer we have been praying over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He spared us from being shot at.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He gave me a peace that passes all understanding.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He gave me a fervor to keep letting the LORD plan my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt HIS presence and HIs hand in a way I have never felt before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt HIs say, "I AM"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt HIs peace and a joy that made every ounce of grief or sadness I carried disappear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The XO helped us set up our tent again and we kept chatting and asking questions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They invited us for s'mores that night which thrilled the kids because the one thing I forgot was all the fixings for s'mores. (another divine intervention!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were going to exchange contact information as they are station here in WA.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the next morning we had to leave VERY quickly as they were only opening the gate for a15 minutes and then locking it down again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We left the tent and beds for Anna's parents to take down as they were going to stay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a blurry rush but again it worked out beautifully because we got home and had the whole day to relax, do homework, REJOICE and spend time together before Aaron went back to class today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I have a migraine but I have never been this overwhelmed with thankfulness and excitement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are now praying and preparing to start pursuing the Nuclear program.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We don't have hopes set as we know that we need to keep being humble and asking the Lord which path to go on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But this was the first exciting step to the rest of our lives as a Navy family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Lord GIVETH!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and the the Lord taketh, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BLESSED be the name of the Lord!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"As the dew refreshes grass and glowers during the stillness of the night, so MY presence revitalizes you!" -Jesus Calling</span></div>
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The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-67971423304794500482011-11-01T12:07:00.001-07:002011-11-01T12:07:12.369-07:00Family Movie nightI came down with a headache yesterday and Aaron had studying so we hid the car in the garage and turned out all the lights. I even figure out how to keep the doorbell from ringing :) The kids asked for stuffed crust pizza. Hard to say no when it means no dishes and just the thought makes your mouth water. We hid in te back bedroom, watched the new Winnie the Pooh (loved it!) and chowed down. Brooke and Madde cuddled for a long time. Brooke loves being a big sister and asks all the time for cuddles from her "wittle sister". Madde lives the attention so it works well. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLKOTrQJ46JJk3o7zz-tELAhA1vwLNbSMBZlS4x_cqNMyL40hreFfCv2lepPuBm75qPLTsL8tAWv2b4fCiFGTDguLvTSevU6-h78ZENgbESTLos1SS8l3UdL7byF8chtPG1wQM776ZLis/s640/blogger-image--617556350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLKOTrQJ46JJk3o7zz-tELAhA1vwLNbSMBZlS4x_cqNMyL40hreFfCv2lepPuBm75qPLTsL8tAWv2b4fCiFGTDguLvTSevU6-h78ZENgbESTLos1SS8l3UdL7byF8chtPG1wQM776ZLis/s640/blogger-image--617556350.jpg" /></a></div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-6926087595349194792011-10-25T13:49:00.000-07:002011-10-25T13:49:24.115-07:00I know, a post from me? Shocking!<div style="text-align: center;">Ok I lost all interest in typing this blog but am forcing myself to. Big things are happening in our family and I must share!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nope, NOT pregnant.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just to clear the air.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which reminds me, Why is that the first question people ask you as they are holding your 3 month old?!</div><div style="text-align: center;">and then proceed to tell you that they think you are crazy for having so many kids so young.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rude.</div><div style="text-align: center;">On to life in our household.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron is still plugging away at college.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The big thing?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron is switching Majors and transferring to a school up in Washington.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So we are loading up the kids and our stuff and moving up to my parent's.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of our funding for school got cut making it very difficult to live in this area.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lord laid it on my heart to ask Dad about moving back for a little while so we don't have to go into debt. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course my gracious Pops said yes and thats that!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are thrilled to be near family again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thrilled to be near support, love and friendships.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And the kids will be very loved upon by their 5 Aunts & Uncles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Big change, but absolutely confident it is where the Lord is leading us and will be the best for our family.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I learned a lesson in this big change.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never say Never.</div><div style="text-align: center;">every time I have ever said Never, I always end up doing it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">For example, I once said that I would never move back to Seattle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dad said give it one year.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We made it two and but Dad was still right because he knew we would eventually get homesick :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids talk about it everyday and talk about all the cool things they are going to do with Auntie Bekah. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We are packing everything up the first week of December and leaving as soon as Aaron's last class is over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zhfGdH8CzpQ50xxUvooRv8ZvKgQmhAfU2o78_upRJvQ6M9tpV4287FIcE4ejoEnur6HNsX82O7yFd56-seeCLgLycOxlt3QCdsHUwbgmnkzNx0FbNWr1NNlyzNrIEA3o8_WbVLBo_gCR/s1600/_MG_6142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zhfGdH8CzpQ50xxUvooRv8ZvKgQmhAfU2o78_upRJvQ6M9tpV4287FIcE4ejoEnur6HNsX82O7yFd56-seeCLgLycOxlt3QCdsHUwbgmnkzNx0FbNWr1NNlyzNrIEA3o8_WbVLBo_gCR/s320/_MG_6142.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love my kiddos :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A generous man from our church gave Bubba this four wheeler. You plug it into the wall at night and it will run all day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He cries every time he has to get off to eat or use the restroom. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am in a Mom's group and Brooke throws hysterical screaming tantrum fits when I drop her off in her classroom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Has since she was little. Nothing has worked to get her to stop. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was desperate so I bribed her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If she didn't scream I would buy her a Lollaloopsie doll.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She cried a little but wiped her tears and walked in with the nice lady who takes the time to help her adjust. We will see how tomorrow goes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WjyLXyXjFkro0AipynJUJvx3GjUtDtngci0FUoHDd05reySKXi7sWqwn0jnXGz7BD1GTEI2Oja3v5MXVO5X75ZCf8t6UtrmlCR3KdsbA3mV-8M0qz7ujw4LXG91Ib48MNG1IciqtzbIf/s1600/_MG_6094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WjyLXyXjFkro0AipynJUJvx3GjUtDtngci0FUoHDd05reySKXi7sWqwn0jnXGz7BD1GTEI2Oja3v5MXVO5X75ZCf8t6UtrmlCR3KdsbA3mV-8M0qz7ujw4LXG91Ib48MNG1IciqtzbIf/s320/_MG_6094.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Its impossible to get a family photo sometimes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFhkXk_kRPABra0N-eC8M1T3Ex2p1Tf5Hd2U0QJN1g87Xw8lzcnqEEV98ReO7KO8pcqH0N4lPddjskyaHAzpym13kC90zYYKAMKK2vUg70wCL3NahvquenqtXjUHdg7x8ryMjQl5vlPSD/s1600/_MG_5966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFhkXk_kRPABra0N-eC8M1T3Ex2p1Tf5Hd2U0QJN1g87Xw8lzcnqEEV98ReO7KO8pcqH0N4lPddjskyaHAzpym13kC90zYYKAMKK2vUg70wCL3NahvquenqtXjUHdg7x8ryMjQl5vlPSD/s320/_MG_5966.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-58509199765971173262011-07-10T15:40:00.000-07:002011-07-10T15:47:50.687-07:00Arrival of Maddelyn Faith!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">This was a tough pregnancy compared to my first two.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Lots of sickness, lots of hormones and then lots of early labor. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">At 32/33 weeks she was already sitting so low it was causing pain in my bones.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Contractions would start. and then stop. Start. and then stop. Lost my MP.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Thankfully they never progressed to where they wanted to give me meds to stop them. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I actually prayed really hard it wouldn't get to that point because the medicine they wanted to give me were actually just advised against by the FDA and yet hospitals still use it!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I just put myself on modified bed rest whenever I felt contractions coming and did what I could to stop them.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">By 35 weeks I would get as close to five minutes apart of non painful (compared to real contractions!) and even had several other unmentionable signs that labor could be soon.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">OH and she dropped even lower to the point where her head was grinding. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was also 50% effaced and dilated to a 2.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We all thought for sure I would have her early but she hung in there.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I went through a roller coaster of emotions because I was getting so impatient.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I had to come to peace with the Lord that this baby would only come at the Lord's timing and when she was perfectly 'baked'.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My mom came out early to make sure she didn't miss the birth.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">that relieved alot of stress because I was worried I would have the baby and no one would be around!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I made it to my first due date of June 28th and knew that she was coming soon. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">(I had secretly been in contest with a certain midwife because she felt for sure the baby would come around July 7th but the baby had consistently been measuring for around June 28th. Not a huge difference but in the last month every day seems like a month.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">June 29th came. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Lost MP AGAIN but this time more significant so I had a fleeting thought maybe today but remembered I had an appointment in the morning I couldn't miss, a midwife appt at noon and Aaron had an anotomy test he couldn't miss.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Mom and I snuck out for frozen yogurt.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUauGxKalOhqmobSGsH1NZl8YTJ4_Zfb9fYCADz3u3wezR35uG7DOyO5dFE_KhSamaDIPsr9q8VZpbwIiskkKBeYDC4cejzXitpdOtOCEuTC2eIjnw2S86CNJkEmkLXD-d7qsmfeOY1zXG/s1600/IMG_5055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUauGxKalOhqmobSGsH1NZl8YTJ4_Zfb9fYCADz3u3wezR35uG7DOyO5dFE_KhSamaDIPsr9q8VZpbwIiskkKBeYDC4cejzXitpdOtOCEuTC2eIjnw2S86CNJkEmkLXD-d7qsmfeOY1zXG/s320/IMG_5055.jpg" width="212" /></a><br />
<div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">June 30th came.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Went to appt.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Felt really tired and sore.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Came home rested before Midwife appt. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Aaron told me jokingly to tell her to do anything to make the baby come today so he could leave class.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I did tell her and we both laughed but then she said I was to a 4 and way more effaced and soft than last week. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So she offered to strip my membranes which as soon as she did it, I just knew that baby was coming that day.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I started feeling crampy and little contractions here and there but nothing that caught my attention.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was focused on getting an assignment done that was due that night. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Around six Aaron called wondering if he should come home.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I told him no, nothing too steady is happening and I didn't want it to be a false alarm or false hope.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I started timing them as they were starting to get a little painful.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">He came home half an hour later and sure enough I was in real labor!! </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I think it was the Lord that prompted him to go home because as soon as he was home the real breathe through ones started to happen.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I locked myself in my room to breath, relax and finish the assignment. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Around 7:30 I couldn't relax and submitted my assignment with the title, I quit cuz I am in labor!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I decided to take a bath and start listening to my relaxation and birth affirmations from Hypnobirthing. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was amazed at how when you are fully relaxed you can actually feel the contractions doing what they need to do. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was so relaxed I told Aaron I was not moving and I was having the baby right there.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I felt in the moment, that if I moved I would go crazy like with Brayden's birth.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So I made Mom and Bekah leave so not to put disturbing memories in poor Bekah's head.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Then my water broke.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I labored alone because Aaron sitting there starting at me got disturbing. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So he played Fifa and came if I shouted for more ice.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span>After a few really hard contractions I became really discouraged that I could be doing that for hours. I just wanted her out! I kept telling myself she would be there by midnight.</div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I kept looking at the clock and losing concentration.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I decided right there I was going to the hospital for drugs.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I told Aaron to get my mom back ASAP cuz I was getting the drugs.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">my exact words, "Aaron, this is not me in transition (Totally was in transition) and not having a contraction. I am getting the drugs and having a Brookelyn birth."</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Aaron- "honey you don't want a drugged baby and a big fat nurse holding you down"</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">"YES I DO take me now"</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">"Ok honey , we will go"</span><br />
<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We left at 10:35</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Made it to hospital and walked in myself, without screaming like last time, and they wheeled me to a room.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I told them to get me the drugs.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Strange thing was no one was getting me the drugs!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">They checked me and said 8 but as soon as she was done I felt the urge to push.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So I started pushing and in the middle looked at the nurse and said, I am not getting the drugs am i.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">She just smiled very nicely and said no I am afraid not.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">All of a sudden I felt someone grabbing my hand and trying to push me down.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It was a big fat nurse! NO joke!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I started laughing and pushed everyone off me.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">They got irritated but I knew what I was doing and didn't want their help.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I literally kept pushing 4 nurses away cuz they were all trying to hold me down.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">How in the world are you supposed to push strapped down?!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">They backed off and let me do my thing.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Out she came and put on my chest at 11:01pm.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">All of a sudden Aaron walks into the room.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Oh yeah he came with!</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was so focused on my breathing, staying relaxed and getting the baby out myself I hadn't even noticed he wasn't there.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was so ecstatic after her birth I couldn't sleep all night long.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My goal was to feel in control, relaxed and have a natural birth.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I accomplished all that with the Lord's help.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgaVC8tFkOV3bBrBRxdaQe5H_mCKAOkGxA6vYtCdz2d0hA02jYUazJw8jHdCpyrB3-XLZcHMJdxJp-XHYjB6pWfl3tuTLNLeDOTIUzmOK5nu4ys0Im-kBndg1cd3emZ-kF2RBGfmcw2xF/s1600/_MG_2818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgaVC8tFkOV3bBrBRxdaQe5H_mCKAOkGxA6vYtCdz2d0hA02jYUazJw8jHdCpyrB3-XLZcHMJdxJp-XHYjB6pWfl3tuTLNLeDOTIUzmOK5nu4ys0Im-kBndg1cd3emZ-kF2RBGfmcw2xF/s320/_MG_2818.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I am glad that I went in to the hospital instead of staying home because the woman that ended up catching the baby did such a wonderful job of letting the baby come with contractions that I was pain free by day 2 postpartum! It was nice to have her coach me through the last hard minutes of delivery.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI3hvcbNMCIuXKHrGKciKhyphenhyphenSVQjkXmdCeaacFK5dK-awkmkSjMgV-3uV9vi3-r2lWaK6XU36_KjsvCO-26XvhQddtCXdBkNOMaqmptkNqOI-WT8UHMN9NvQZJ0cF6s0AFPR5lUVT7VNRm/s1600/_MG_2838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglI3hvcbNMCIuXKHrGKciKhyphenhyphenSVQjkXmdCeaacFK5dK-awkmkSjMgV-3uV9vi3-r2lWaK6XU36_KjsvCO-26XvhQddtCXdBkNOMaqmptkNqOI-WT8UHMN9NvQZJ0cF6s0AFPR5lUVT7VNRm/s320/_MG_2838.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The labor and delivery ward were in overflow mode so I had to share a room and Aaron had to sleep at home.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Horrid?</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Actually not at all.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Aaron needs his sleep so I was actually glad he got to go home and get well rested.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The poor baby next to me cried non stop but when its not your child crying its easier to listen to.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was able to sit back there all alone and just hold my new baby. </span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Without any responsibly to get up with the toddlers, make food or clean the house.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I took advantage of the nursery and the call button.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It was a little break :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKu-4JuYLHC-xFb04SQ1vHKdAP2DFKHYx6ilIAAxMisDIxAJwpYnniJ4cAw1PvoKUKBaXH-SVMgnf_kc4UZ6N8whCdwyw2SdUyqMJMPLynaouTNMSiJSsMVP8gKTd0O99ZCKDaLQZx1fO/s1600/IMG_5117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKu-4JuYLHC-xFb04SQ1vHKdAP2DFKHYx6ilIAAxMisDIxAJwpYnniJ4cAw1PvoKUKBaXH-SVMgnf_kc4UZ6N8whCdwyw2SdUyqMJMPLynaouTNMSiJSsMVP8gKTd0O99ZCKDaLQZx1fO/s320/IMG_5117.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Everyone came up the next day to see new baby.</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJdaHFKbGNf_6CKW_NSJ3NEkpkui4PvzUwlTth1ts7qy4IHeoBTDSH8Az53o90LaUXLE3D9d2WyLQGISJybiOgHugcQTZqA0NYGc4ZqpSEz5IiL3GXUnR24JxW4D-BtqfXfHbG4N4y2nT/s1600/IMG_5121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJdaHFKbGNf_6CKW_NSJ3NEkpkui4PvzUwlTth1ts7qy4IHeoBTDSH8Az53o90LaUXLE3D9d2WyLQGISJybiOgHugcQTZqA0NYGc4ZqpSEz5IiL3GXUnR24JxW4D-BtqfXfHbG4N4y2nT/s320/IMG_5121.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">When Aaron came to visit me we just sat on the bed talking, holding baby, watching tv and just having alone time.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It was so reassuring too to know that the babies were at home having fun with Grandma and Bekah.</span></div><div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I would not have relaxed so well if the kids had been in a different situation.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezB0fCke519-Y0v_FJUSulONyDplMbLf3RmthmQkVN8yRdwpEYz1CFcIWe5pHIXFZof71hH0gz01IxtnTwzDCuB4P-BvkfmUFbCd36u6MZTfY_9TVUB6kxYP2vjcDm_m8IP84LUj6dJqJ/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezB0fCke519-Y0v_FJUSulONyDplMbLf3RmthmQkVN8yRdwpEYz1CFcIWe5pHIXFZof71hH0gz01IxtnTwzDCuB4P-BvkfmUFbCd36u6MZTfY_9TVUB6kxYP2vjcDm_m8IP84LUj6dJqJ/s320/IMG_5136.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
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We are thankful to the Lord for working everything out in His perfect timing, allowing me to have the birth I wanted and giving us a beautiful little girl!!!!<br />
The kids love their baby sister and the adjustment to three has been a piece of cake.<br />
Except, every since my Mom left my house is a wreck!!<br />
Thank you Mom for all you did to keep my house clean, kids happy and pregnant hormonal Jana happy.<br />
Thank you all for your prayer support throughout.<br />
Hopefully now that I am not focused on having a baby I can get back into my routine of blogging.<br />
Off to feed Miss Cupcake!</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-44476434411410851202011-05-17T10:24:00.000-07:002011-05-17T10:24:17.064-07:00An afternoon at the park<div style="text-align: center;">My little Monkey's favorite thing to do is walk to the park.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well more like get pushed in the stroller so Mommy can get excersise.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a wonderful park with huge grass fields.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They love to swing, slide like otters down the slide and play "My stick"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"My stick" is a game Brayden started. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You find a big stick, run around with it and yell "My stick!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">They love when Aaron runs around with them waving their sticks high.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke's game is Dinosaurs.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They run around rawr-ing and screeching.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love sitting in the grass watching my two, I mean three monkeys play!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Yes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But never again will I take on the responsibility of raising someone else's child.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was single it was a joy because I could love on babies that needed it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a Mom with my own two precious babies I felt they weren't getting my full attention. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So, as always, the Lord heard my prayer and worked out the details perfectly. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a free Momma with time for the kids, school, ME, and my hubby! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been wonderful. </div><div style="text-align: center;">With all the freedom my nesting stage hit full force.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My hospital bag is all packed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss Cupcake's clothes are all washed, folded and in her little dresser. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have organized, cleaned, organized some more and cleaned some more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Made a trip to Ikea and got some very necessary organizing accessories and dark curtains for my bedroom.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My room now feels cozy, dark, clean and ready for a newborn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My walls are still covered in color crayon and pen murals but that is one project I have NO energy to take on. And I think they are the walls you can't really wash but rather re-paint.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had planted beautiful flowers in the holes where our not so lovely dog dug up but my two lovely children promptly "picked" them so my gardens are once again empty.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yes, we did get rid of our dog Bella.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We decided we are not dog people.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thought we were, but found out we are baby/kid people.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a wonderful relief not to have her whining, digging, smelling, pooping and all those other horrid things dogs do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My pregnancy has been very uneventful which is a good sign!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am very uncomfortable though. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am 34 weeks tomorrow and literally feel like I did when I was 39 weeks with Brayden.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She is very low and head down. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Her kicking went from insane to very little which is very strange for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has been my most active baby so I sorta of miss her craziness but at the same time it has been a nice relief to not feel sea sick from her flipping rolling and poking.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her occasional jabs hurt though which is also a new thing. I have never had a kick or elbow hurt but these hurt!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have Braxton hicks daily and have had two instances where I had real contractions and thought labor was going to start. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am hoping that makes labor shorter when real labor does hit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My due date is still July 7th but the baby is and has been measuring end of June.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am trying not to get my hopes up but am secretly praying for a June entrance. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is isn't realistic as my last period isn't known and I have been known to have periods in the first months of pregnancy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We will just have to see! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is getting really discouraging though to feel so miserable, have so many contractions and constant pressure and know this could go on for several more weeks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pray for a patience and or comfort! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I had been sleeping really well for a long time but in the last week I can't sleep at all. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am also an emotional wreck. Feels like PMS... </div><div style="text-align: center;">But I am happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Very happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will update about the kids soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are the best.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Family is coming to visit next month and I get my first baby shower. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have such a blessed life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We picked out Daddy's present at Target and she got very stressed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mommy!!! I don't know what my favorite candy is!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mommy I just need a cute animal!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have a rule that when we go into stores she can't ask for everything she sees or wants.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also usually don't give in to her wants but I thought since it was a special day I wanted to find a kitty with a bow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Target didn't have one so I got an idea to go check the Disney store and see if they had gotten in a Woody or Bullseye. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They had the Woody but no Bullseye :( </div><div style="text-align: center;">When I thought there was no more choices I found the perfect present!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I pulled aside a store lady and asked her to bag them so Brooke couldn't see.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We left the store with Brooke crying so sadly because she thought I wasn't getting her anything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was sad but I was too excited to see her surprised face later!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">After nap we had our Party. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a hit and will definitely be a tradition.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-1368799494129619512011-01-19T20:18:00.000-08:002011-01-19T20:18:03.337-08:00Prayer please?!<div style="text-align: center;">As of right now I am 16 weeks pregnant...</div><div style="text-align: center;">'Supposedly' I am supposed to be in the 'honeymoon' stage of the pregnancy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">NOT SO MUCH!</div><div style="text-align: center;">My hormones have been C-R-A-Z-Y.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So much so I asked them to specifically test my thyroid.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sure enough it came back abnormal.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are going to run more tests and such, but it's amazing how if your thyroid is just a little bit off your whole body is whack!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have days where I am so depressed (I am not a depressed person!) I can't get off the couch (on top of horrid morning sickness)</div><div style="text-align: center;">and then days where I go, go, go and get tons of stuff done.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask for your prayers because I need all the back up I can get.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I struggle with being kind to the kids and it breaks my heart and their' s. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I struggle with waking up and wanting to pray and seek God to get me through the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">On good days it is easy, but sometimes on those bad days my flesh gets the best of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pray that the Lord brings me a peace and a patience.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not even half way done and I am ready for this baby to be OUT.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to slow down and be able to enjoy this pregnancy and the last couple of months with just two kids.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh yes! I forgot to tell you all I finally found a place to have the baby!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have decided Southern California is the worst place to have a baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">for a person that wants a natural, non-invasive birth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you know, I wanted a home birth but as I searched around town, I wasn't able to connect with a midwife I was comfortable with.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And to top it off the midwives out here charge a ridiculous amount of money just because they can and there are rich people who will pay for it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could have gone that route but the Lord provided me wonderful insurance through my dad (Thank Mr. Obama!) so I wanted to use that. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It took me a week to call every hospital around here and get opinions and reviews.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so stressed I was ready to have the baby in WA or have Aaron deliver the baby himself. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He even offered, that sweet man of mine, when I was in the middle of a crying fest.</div><div style="text-align: center;">After much stress, I found a hospital that fit my needs!</div><div style="text-align: center;">For those interested,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the majority of the hospitals out here have HIGH c-section,episitomy,vacuum,induction rates.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They take the baby to the nursery immediately after birth so you can 'recover'.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They limit how many people can be in the room with you and some even say no pictures in the delivery room!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one I found is very supportive of natural, have GREAT nurses aaaaaaaannd, they have midwives!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I will deliver with a midwife after all :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lord is good.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This hospital is similar to the one I delivered at in WA so I am content, happy and at peace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-11767775306565743552011-01-12T11:23:00.000-08:002011-01-12T11:23:19.860-08:00A get-away<div style="text-align: center;">Aaron finished up his last final last semester, came home and announced we were going somewhere for Christmas to get away.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sadly, the little girl I babysit got Bubba sick the day before Christmas Eve! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Poor guy was pretty miserable too, so we just stayed home.</div><div style="text-align: center;">On Monday, Brayden just so happened to have a check-up and it turned out he had a double ear infection.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We decided the best thing was to just stay home until he got better.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That took about two weeks!</div><div style="text-align: center;">At the end of it we were going stir crazy but I had to start babysitting again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The week dragged on.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thursday was my last day of work and it was a very stressful day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crabby babies, the little girl was STILL sick, I had morning sickness and my kids were very needy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron saw the distress in my eyes and told me, get packed we are leaving as soon as work is over!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can pack fast by the way.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You all are familiar with my Mom, and her lists and organization.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you aren't familiar, go <a href="http://mommamindy.blogspot.com/2010/04/flying-frantic-car.html">HERE</a> and see some of her ideas!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has rubbed off on me and it has made for a very efficient life with two crazy children.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When work was over we put the kids in the car and left town.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids watched Toy Story 3 on the Ipad the whole way leaving us a nice two hours of quiet.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We got to our hotel and the lady ended up giving us the room for $55! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I know prices shouldn't really be in a blog but I am still shocked at the good deal, and you know me and good deals!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We immediately all got our suites on and went swimming.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, more like all sit in the HUGE hot tub they had.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Clarification- I did not submerse the belly. But oh it was tempting to crawl all the way in! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't that hot so the kids enjoyed climbing in and out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We all went to bed very early and ended up sleeping in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOrOw_FnCRBhvZYSeig8Oi2I8CEznhF4MLXOYuMwx3koDP-FJdfgQaZRBlXg8L4q5quwDYWFNL-Z7dj48d1B7r5ESJ8J9IC3edryMk-b0T_-c0Bm3CN7q3tQ2JHE3sB_nb-HblQwg1HfA/s1600/IMG_7783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOrOw_FnCRBhvZYSeig8Oi2I8CEznhF4MLXOYuMwx3koDP-FJdfgQaZRBlXg8L4q5quwDYWFNL-Z7dj48d1B7r5ESJ8J9IC3edryMk-b0T_-c0Bm3CN7q3tQ2JHE3sB_nb-HblQwg1HfA/s320/IMG_7783.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, 7:30 is sleeping in for us now! </div><div style="text-align: center;">When Bubba was sick he was up 6.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The next morning we took advantage of continental breakfast and swam some more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We sat in the room for a while just hanging out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEeNH_goEt7NVkRUOc98xMuUoOFtwq-iXFga0YnK1DzXCYzdht6vEN55OI6WgxXVWGJRX0_Vyzl9PCBGn92B5eUg8IM1S1pFqkvhi_D8ShQ653anLaxRqMuej3tQCHxjtFuQPvUrnigQO/s1600/IMG_7664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsEeNH_goEt7NVkRUOc98xMuUoOFtwq-iXFga0YnK1DzXCYzdht6vEN55OI6WgxXVWGJRX0_Vyzl9PCBGn92B5eUg8IM1S1pFqkvhi_D8ShQ653anLaxRqMuej3tQCHxjtFuQPvUrnigQO/s320/IMG_7664.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Brayden playing with the Ipad. He is his father's son!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OdDA8txHOaZzAln_PuVJKcyVT716xoGVLEUtej8gdOnFcwdFEtlJA7HjaO3wmrt8aQlZlU-6gIcL2_yzom9HZA6_nipyM65o8gPVwCWbVp0lLxzbJJPnm0gckC5iKV8pSuOIuJKOHgun/s1600/IMG_7667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5OdDA8txHOaZzAln_PuVJKcyVT716xoGVLEUtej8gdOnFcwdFEtlJA7HjaO3wmrt8aQlZlU-6gIcL2_yzom9HZA6_nipyM65o8gPVwCWbVp0lLxzbJJPnm0gckC5iKV8pSuOIuJKOHgun/s320/IMG_7667.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDXErDkJrz5Nlh1Z9E1cyJukR7dXVmDJetjfQybs7kQkFIW4iP6iyztRVjzlhMmgwJLHlq4l4rdwC05Sg9PZ-sjqCSPvE1xVzQ7sw0Vj1x_osT0h-nwRwkzVnu5W8utEx9q8nqvh28Zqt/s1600/IMG_7669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDXErDkJrz5Nlh1Z9E1cyJukR7dXVmDJetjfQybs7kQkFIW4iP6iyztRVjzlhMmgwJLHlq4l4rdwC05Sg9PZ-sjqCSPvE1xVzQ7sw0Vj1x_osT0h-nwRwkzVnu5W8utEx9q8nqvh28Zqt/s320/IMG_7669.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then they started getting restless and cranky so we went to go find a park.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiD6d8-0eEaRb1Rw_8APszalV8_DXiw-ceuJ6dL8RVbvs9R-vt3K7K5DMnz-GEpHGm3y_IuQgpAQZ4f-Gxl7kQ_nrgYJ-tEzXZGvN9t2Nifwd-PhYE3pN0xGV4EiakpaNS012BjVyYKsRC/s1600/IMG_7679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiD6d8-0eEaRb1Rw_8APszalV8_DXiw-ceuJ6dL8RVbvs9R-vt3K7K5DMnz-GEpHGm3y_IuQgpAQZ4f-Gxl7kQ_nrgYJ-tEzXZGvN9t2Nifwd-PhYE3pN0xGV4EiakpaNS012BjVyYKsRC/s320/IMG_7679.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brooke named this Dinosaur "my friend Isa"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXXkItIOITsZ3hZV2ta_BTBZLpf_2J6hEuqpCLEvh3xImKx-tDimjOFYV4_tRNjkZ93o06LJs0CzPIlPwesUiyJDD-v9AfZp6pYKpdK_ZdBntagQfC_ah7EfnYBzvHPz5DBvwQZKHuODa/s1600/IMG_7701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXXkItIOITsZ3hZV2ta_BTBZLpf_2J6hEuqpCLEvh3xImKx-tDimjOFYV4_tRNjkZ93o06LJs0CzPIlPwesUiyJDD-v9AfZp6pYKpdK_ZdBntagQfC_ah7EfnYBzvHPz5DBvwQZKHuODa/s320/IMG_7701.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bubba climbed up and down the steps</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFZVS9dWJCiGhkfw3VlJKuu6Ftag2DGe5eEWsn8rWYba9cyiYZQvnWQHQCn38d-dTM2yhLb0ilr_cNk7jtMRoKQYgNVWcZDh5QVN5r9i9OydQvMcuROt28HlLTJ8xp5g4Ioezt0n-3fw4/s1600/IMG_7710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEFZVS9dWJCiGhkfw3VlJKuu6Ftag2DGe5eEWsn8rWYba9cyiYZQvnWQHQCn38d-dTM2yhLb0ilr_cNk7jtMRoKQYgNVWcZDh5QVN5r9i9OydQvMcuROt28HlLTJ8xp5g4Ioezt0n-3fw4/s320/IMG_7710.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brooke gave me an almost heart attack watching her climb this thing. But I kept my mouth shut and let her try. She made it to the top safely!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarhzcDhWgNA7LBf6lnvqXgmj1-dV_PA-RLTc9kz-otbpMkilZwWYAWPEHMtbMKYLl8XqeI_kYZvkhX-niZCPXfCAzYPGKcABjUrKvkhKnGEIgZRf5do95RJhLVXgkX3JxIqw4Y-u3QxHL/s1600/IMG_7759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarhzcDhWgNA7LBf6lnvqXgmj1-dV_PA-RLTc9kz-otbpMkilZwWYAWPEHMtbMKYLl8XqeI_kYZvkhX-niZCPXfCAzYPGKcABjUrKvkhKnGEIgZRf5do95RJhLVXgkX3JxIqw4Y-u3QxHL/s320/IMG_7759.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brayden enjoyed wandering around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7T7kkz52tiXjmZ_vJH4IHa5kNGuVd9092jCfUllkVPj-YNna_KuwN2QWbxmsxLqYobNEF6NEoYwJicDsvvlAdEqh48IcNh9PwB1diwUx3VHQdp8l8iqzKFDZfWB6yRMp3V9ehNEQxFDR/s1600/IMG_7724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw7T7kkz52tiXjmZ_vJH4IHa5kNGuVd9092jCfUllkVPj-YNna_KuwN2QWbxmsxLqYobNEF6NEoYwJicDsvvlAdEqh48IcNh9PwB1diwUx3VHQdp8l8iqzKFDZfWB6yRMp3V9ehNEQxFDR/s320/IMG_7724.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The yellow bars must have invoked some thinking in both of the kids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDeM6YKiXQMMGAUtHh8jndHuV8nxwwhnGKb9JuV10z-IUs7U0LqgcjDPXBam1zNuA0JVWitiV6WpTvciGXq8y3tYl-paEgZp3wnmDYYtEdcM_EKh_uViN9Dn7IOav7bO2_OUaWqQyoaYA/s1600/IMG_7740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDeM6YKiXQMMGAUtHh8jndHuV8nxwwhnGKb9JuV10z-IUs7U0LqgcjDPXBam1zNuA0JVWitiV6WpTvciGXq8y3tYl-paEgZp3wnmDYYtEdcM_EKh_uViN9Dn7IOav7bO2_OUaWqQyoaYA/s320/IMG_7740.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCP3qsB9nQkq-zGuEeEnIiCGnUiAe3tyKP9lUatT9ETaMNYxab6JAuWieQ_KN7oBcux7TNEaGOk5zo8yuHmQP1Uh-Z-uMfF6lUdcLaYVb2fqEmXZ8lrdG7Qzw7vdAKfTwbJLm2uN7JHCt/s1600/IMG_7781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCP3qsB9nQkq-zGuEeEnIiCGnUiAe3tyKP9lUatT9ETaMNYxab6JAuWieQ_KN7oBcux7TNEaGOk5zo8yuHmQP1Uh-Z-uMfF6lUdcLaYVb2fqEmXZ8lrdG7Qzw7vdAKfTwbJLm2uN7JHCt/s320/IMG_7781.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Palm Springs is beautiful with mountain right in the background and palm trees literally everywhere. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We came here in the summer to go up the mountain and show the kids snow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This time we just wanted to enjoy the warm sun because we are sick of the cold!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After the park we ate lunch until we were so stuffed we all needed naps.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After naps more swimming and then I got a craving for Mexican food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We drove around for a long while but finally found somewhere to eat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok just remembering that food is giving me craving... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyone want to go out to Mexican tonight??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(hint hint AARON!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next morning Brooke skinned her elbow on the way to breakfast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you haven't been around Brooke much, let me explain her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">D-R-A-M-A-T-I-C</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was hysterical and throwing huge tantrums.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisA8swmMkoTJzNWCdTA-wdFkdjGcuDWMWsL_9kXwWId4GjePyd7Yp4eoUq_llQtIkgbUuBQZMTnaxugyM6W1QzjGSTA894RbYZdTx_yB_NwGBi3ObAz_1qyhZzBNq81n53uhy7mPgJ9wsn/s1600/IMG_7789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisA8swmMkoTJzNWCdTA-wdFkdjGcuDWMWsL_9kXwWId4GjePyd7Yp4eoUq_llQtIkgbUuBQZMTnaxugyM6W1QzjGSTA894RbYZdTx_yB_NwGBi3ObAz_1qyhZzBNq81n53uhy7mPgJ9wsn/s320/IMG_7789.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went to the store to get some bandaids hoping that would help calm her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really didn't want to discipline her but it was getting to the point she was being naughty and not in pain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can see in this picture she was protesting the new bandaids.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aaron stepped in and disciplined her and in a few minutes we had our happy Brooke back!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one last swim, we packed the car, stopped at Burger King to fill my craving for french fries, we headed home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PkEii6PorsVNiPWEqKXAqq_JIdP-r0LgCvlZGo5NajDnk8XM-f_jf2QLXrpYUVmit8kvG5yo7CkuH-YOOAbewU8GWxu4wdJB-DQfOPPUkxCQxmcm4BFaSdFxd7xkUu8CBXdksEZz3EeQ/s1600/IMG_7814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PkEii6PorsVNiPWEqKXAqq_JIdP-r0LgCvlZGo5NajDnk8XM-f_jf2QLXrpYUVmit8kvG5yo7CkuH-YOOAbewU8GWxu4wdJB-DQfOPPUkxCQxmcm4BFaSdFxd7xkUu8CBXdksEZz3EeQ/s320/IMG_7814.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brooke learned how to put her face in the water. She and Bubba both let us take them underwater and show them how to swim. We are highly considering swim lessons for our little fish!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrTX03KMIrfBQAj8OLmRlANmBXnbBL20oLzTB48DrXhi8oM_OFARufoLd-iVzxBmSw3Gaf81rUMTJdW91ils9Yk82GyOnjPY3zbEWncUS00UCEsju1whthWAL-0CNWFS0I6RT81zwnQh4/s1600/IMG_7828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrTX03KMIrfBQAj8OLmRlANmBXnbBL20oLzTB48DrXhi8oM_OFARufoLd-iVzxBmSw3Gaf81rUMTJdW91ils9Yk82GyOnjPY3zbEWncUS00UCEsju1whthWAL-0CNWFS0I6RT81zwnQh4/s320/IMG_7828.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">About 10 mintues into our trip home I turned and saw this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u_42ZPxe-C2BFw6e8Esw9srMFrjX7NUhFNwqybbF56wnUuiMgUxxrWvRQckWdqBq2s28SAz1xslg7-P7oyAwxReGoL4FAcUHp7hIO1UxXHYhyphenhyphenbmGFlDDDU0JvWP_IHpsftYY37Rw8aA3/s1600/IMG_7831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u_42ZPxe-C2BFw6e8Esw9srMFrjX7NUhFNwqybbF56wnUuiMgUxxrWvRQckWdqBq2s28SAz1xslg7-P7oyAwxReGoL4FAcUHp7hIO1UxXHYhyphenhyphenbmGFlDDDU0JvWP_IHpsftYY37Rw8aA3/s320/IMG_7831.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Passed out!<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaVqwNEN3OuX-EUld4tbBNjwy2upp5D6iktCq_frapCPlJGKtIxEWdgHjC99E9SLNrGIyR8BuzkT0oiU4l2UfMyvAfGG4UzAKattvFqQCMhgkIqYCxsrTUjq-9OKgLByTpXSANySn-lRe/s1600/IMG_7832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaVqwNEN3OuX-EUld4tbBNjwy2upp5D6iktCq_frapCPlJGKtIxEWdgHjC99E9SLNrGIyR8BuzkT0oiU4l2UfMyvAfGG4UzAKattvFqQCMhgkIqYCxsrTUjq-9OKgLByTpXSANySn-lRe/s320/IMG_7832.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all enjoyed this vacation so much, not even the kids were ready to go home!</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes a little break from normal life is needed. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-47771362382978931432011-01-05T14:06:00.000-08:002011-01-05T14:06:26.638-08:00My little man cub<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bubba loves to eat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He will eat all day if you let him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes he eats so much that if he bends over he pukes a little. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Its hard to tell when he is full or just eating for fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The other night Aaron and I were craving wings so I made two kinds.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spicy and BBQ.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't think the kids would eat the BBQ ones but I didn't feel like making two meals so I thought we would give it a try.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke didn't really like the idea of getting her hands and face dirty so she had me pick her chicken off.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden grabbed that wing and went to town!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g4dRmAKv_PksH0Y1CgzVxdnBST8tdm6WBiWcI7ZXKZyHE-eYLZ2Ol4p0UImmX_VXMDkneY1TC7HklTBJM8hIaFCPYt4xtvlZigrzptGkArqhIU43i2iYP1YLlzNNC8cEn6vgAXFhpmou/s1600/IMG_7651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g4dRmAKv_PksH0Y1CgzVxdnBST8tdm6WBiWcI7ZXKZyHE-eYLZ2Ol4p0UImmX_VXMDkneY1TC7HklTBJM8hIaFCPYt4xtvlZigrzptGkArqhIU43i2iYP1YLlzNNC8cEn6vgAXFhpmou/s320/IMG_7651.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-kwSEI5JczpHGPbf4uRDBGoVt2zxasbOxxh_e9WguD_SIUaiKUM8-1EODDlv6vvHoh1C0bDYEcBlNTWgMcLPJwvfvKGjPVbx3oQXsxjEWBqLUcA87GM8xCApGFxa4A4lGsC-i4V5ExwV/s1600/IMG_7654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm-kwSEI5JczpHGPbf4uRDBGoVt2zxasbOxxh_e9WguD_SIUaiKUM8-1EODDlv6vvHoh1C0bDYEcBlNTWgMcLPJwvfvKGjPVbx3oQXsxjEWBqLUcA87GM8xCApGFxa4A4lGsC-i4V5ExwV/s320/IMG_7654.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think he ate 5 or 6!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">And then proceeded to lick the sauce off his fingers.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He picked those bones clean too.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm sorry Mom if these pictures are giving you anxiety! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ask my mom someday how she feels about kids feeding themselves :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lets just say she turns away when I feed my kids! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Poor Grandma.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden has a new nickname by the way..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bumpers.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have no idea why but thats what we call him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And we just had a check up for him and he is only 4 pounds behind Brooke! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke is 30lbs and Brayden is 26lbs.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He has chronic anemia so we are trying to get that figured out. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Other than that he is healthy and happy and leaving more baby behavior behind in favor of big boy/toddler behavior.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which means his terrible two's have started.....</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-61794848206255716312011-01-05T13:53:00.000-08:002011-01-05T13:53:57.008-08:00Belated Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">When Toy Story first came out we lived on a farm.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mom had renovated on old chicken coop into a really awesome play house.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think Dad was out of town because Mom said we could haul the big TV out there and have a sleep over.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whenever I think of Toy Story I am brought back to those happy memories.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The movie is pretty great too because I always imagined that my toys came alive when I left ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;">We were quite thrilled that Brooke loved the movie just as much as we did!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She watches it every time we let her watch a movie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When Aaron was in finals week, we promised Brooke that when it was over we would have pizza and movie night to watch Toy Story 3.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She was THRILLED.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She sat and watched that WHOLE movie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was so cute to see her giggling and really enjoying the movie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bubba ran around and played.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He can't sit still for more then 3 minutes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">After the movie she proceeded to get her little Elmo and a small polar bear.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She informed me that they were Buzz and Woody.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She went screaming down the hallway,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"TO INFIN AND BEYOOO!"</div><div style="text-align: center;">(To infinity and beyond)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really wanted to get her a Buzz and Woody for Christmas but good luck going shopping the day before Christmas!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got her something small and hoped she wouldn't realize Bubba got more presents.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thankfully our dear friend sent her a Barbie that stole the show and made me feel less guilty.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The other day at the mall we walked past the Disney Store.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke loves going in there so I use it as a reward sometimes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves looking at everything and they usually have a movie playing.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway they happened to have a sale and guess what I broke down and bought her?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QO08msCD9_NcCUW5kufV9BQi4WNKNQLqBlMr6oy0nPtQoqO3uOvsKiia7uax7w0Z9H74OZDg5O9UcuhAGIO4TEudsAvlmMgUk-wYZvdK6nRFms-z6Zaz_kjT_rMVMUOzloetrRU6LFPH/s1600/IMG_7663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_QO08msCD9_NcCUW5kufV9BQi4WNKNQLqBlMr6oy0nPtQoqO3uOvsKiia7uax7w0Z9H74OZDg5O9UcuhAGIO4TEudsAvlmMgUk-wYZvdK6nRFms-z6Zaz_kjT_rMVMUOzloetrRU6LFPH/s320/IMG_7663.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was SO THRILLED she was jumping up and down screaming! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She then ran through every aisle screaming</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"TO INFIN AND BEYOO!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"MOMMY DADDY SAID I COULD BRING DEM HOME WIF ME!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She was too excited to eat lunch and insisted on taking them to bed for nap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seeing the joy in her face made it Aaron and I feel like kids again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She carried them all day pretending and imagining. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(In the movie Andy asks his mom which one he can bring and then he has to choose one.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brooke keeps coming up and asking</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mommy which one can I bring? Oh, just one? hmmm.. Im sorry Buzz."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is how I found her eating her dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZcu8J0i4r8vhmqP_9xbKb-j0jVoCpRzwlR_QI-wsB-Y6zlMGIGP_7oWhIHWSR4cdcy2LrxvK4bhzj2S1GfZ2eElVyeImuCm4IgDwpQ2L9lTj4g7SVL0EzGh6JMCUiorfMM-VXlh1lI5X/s1600/IMG_7659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJZcu8J0i4r8vhmqP_9xbKb-j0jVoCpRzwlR_QI-wsB-Y6zlMGIGP_7oWhIHWSR4cdcy2LrxvK4bhzj2S1GfZ2eElVyeImuCm4IgDwpQ2L9lTj4g7SVL0EzGh6JMCUiorfMM-VXlh1lI5X/s320/IMG_7659.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtnA4EOfpd6Ocfa0dhKCbsDUMSFfOtF8qAQlKaJifyq0hnPs8kkMYuTgTOR-1YS4Z3Yxbppkut4A6QrV-ziFg3zQ9W6-L6MwIiT-mgPWoChyjLDunDWbCW3BotMyZXTczmzuIrH-i8so_/s1600/IMG_7660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtnA4EOfpd6Ocfa0dhKCbsDUMSFfOtF8qAQlKaJifyq0hnPs8kkMYuTgTOR-1YS4Z3Yxbppkut4A6QrV-ziFg3zQ9W6-L6MwIiT-mgPWoChyjLDunDWbCW3BotMyZXTczmzuIrH-i8so_/s320/IMG_7660.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Do you like her choice for a table cloth? It is the rug for my kitchen...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqQiUApCDWoJswmmDxSgEHExFEus7wCxgPkI0nbJSxZbvgVJXlS0m3sy4oGFEryO1bk-3LCm3mWTHLGHea6N0MxJJsT4VaBsTSSPb7LDHYHi5NVGau_-M8kBSfaYTENnmd9CvTQ31JKcS/s1600/IMG_7662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqQiUApCDWoJswmmDxSgEHExFEus7wCxgPkI0nbJSxZbvgVJXlS0m3sy4oGFEryO1bk-3LCm3mWTHLGHea6N0MxJJsT4VaBsTSSPb7LDHYHi5NVGau_-M8kBSfaYTENnmd9CvTQ31JKcS/s320/IMG_7662.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I tucked her in for bed I heard her talking to Buzz,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Are you comfy Buzz? Do you have comfies on your feet? (Socks) Lets cuddle"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brooke told me this morning,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mommy, I just love my Jesse"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-89775235201507640612011-01-05T13:30:00.000-08:002011-01-05T13:30:18.508-08:00Orange juice<div style="text-align: center;">We have had bizarre weather here in Southern California.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We had weeks of super hot weather to constant rain to now its really cold.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, cold by my standards, maybe not by a Minnesotan! </div><div style="text-align: center;">There is a beautiful orange tree in our back yard.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been patiently waiting for them to turn bright orange.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The days of pouring rain were quite depressing but I started to notice that the rain was benefitting my beautiful oranges! </div><div style="text-align: center;">The rain kept away all the bugs, spiders, webs and dirt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Last year we didn't get to use very many because they had too many bugs and such. Now I know why farmers us pesticides because those poor oranges don't stand a chance sometimes!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron's sister came for new years so she and Brooke had the lovely task of picking them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbR9z244KabbhYF5cW-S1w5gjb2IKfUlzmcveqN22TB6B2T3pm_9fSy9em1MSXXbZr7UvjQMve5Yyx1l5gVJqZ0eQ76S8rzuv0PuCX3d58ZfzhsYNCmU_AJ63L0_6Evn-wLVzu4rO8vM0P/s1600/IMG_7634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbR9z244KabbhYF5cW-S1w5gjb2IKfUlzmcveqN22TB6B2T3pm_9fSy9em1MSXXbZr7UvjQMve5Yyx1l5gVJqZ0eQ76S8rzuv0PuCX3d58ZfzhsYNCmU_AJ63L0_6Evn-wLVzu4rO8vM0P/s320/IMG_7634.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After I scrubbed them up they gleamed and you could smell the citrus.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all sat there peeling and drooling.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our result was this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNuM98uh9hh48TC1rOtXlznEMt_klzLpc4JYfr7ho4pNTrVEdlPTtSFQ8hJPQK1l3AdTCpj2_sJ4fBwAVNc-HsNXw-Six9eDxQ0kXJRNmnB2jJzwNW7EcpNNDmdYNRTGhGChmV8ggIJ3R/s1600/IMG_7645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNuM98uh9hh48TC1rOtXlznEMt_klzLpc4JYfr7ho4pNTrVEdlPTtSFQ8hJPQK1l3AdTCpj2_sJ4fBwAVNc-HsNXw-Six9eDxQ0kXJRNmnB2jJzwNW7EcpNNDmdYNRTGhGChmV8ggIJ3R/s320/IMG_7645.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We all drank a whole glass right away it was so good.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess there can be benefits to so much rain! </div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-91276002474941053902010-12-23T19:40:00.000-08:002010-12-23T19:40:21.582-08:00Holiday Cheer!<div style="text-align: center;">I have been praying for many things lately. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I try to fill my head with praying instead of worrying.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a challenge!</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it gets easier everyday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So my latest prayer has been for a real crib.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When Brooke was in my belly, I decided I was not going to buy a real crib because we had no idea where we were going to be stationed or living.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She was so tiny that it worked really well and we never had a problem.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden came along.</div><div style="text-align: center;">four letters.</div><div style="text-align: center;">T-A-N-K</div><div style="text-align: center;">He broke the pack n play after 3 months of use because he was so big.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had to get the pad replaced because he bent it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well fast forward to my huge one year old.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He bent the boards again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took him out and tried putting him into the toddler bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">BIG MISTAKE!</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was not ready.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke was independent and LOVED being in a big girl bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden is a cuddlebug who still acts like he is 6 months old.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So my prayer for a real crib began.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lord has provided EVERYTHING I have needed for the kids so far so I knew beyond a doubt a crib would be in my house.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and I prayed I would have the crib before Christmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, Today my answer to prayer came. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lWbI08sHkCxy08TnXA7QQnEEQ82PYQI9Xw4d3ButdoUUCXi62uSdNGwpgl4tgypeH0mY2gew7B9R-4NhP_PoV4G0Ysr3RkAk7XI1FPZyUThCgowlFwrwasER3LmkM0qkVqzv4UsWidIR/s1600/IMG_7620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lWbI08sHkCxy08TnXA7QQnEEQ82PYQI9Xw4d3ButdoUUCXi62uSdNGwpgl4tgypeH0mY2gew7B9R-4NhP_PoV4G0Ysr3RkAk7XI1FPZyUThCgowlFwrwasER3LmkM0qkVqzv4UsWidIR/s320/IMG_7620.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A wonderful Christmas present came in the mail allowing me to go on Craigslist and buy this wonderful crib for $60!!!!</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_NzGMNRg59RJsfmBYDBdbxYtY9LU_WTbGDI-_PxduzYauvMfmZgr40IigeBaUXLiZwF_URwlooGTclog6CGmr0acQpTfAQ0Otrf1FAK32DqmBA9BHU2hVs1_7jVbo1ynNf1cFEY5XE1Z/s1600/IMG_7626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_NzGMNRg59RJsfmBYDBdbxYtY9LU_WTbGDI-_PxduzYauvMfmZgr40IigeBaUXLiZwF_URwlooGTclog6CGmr0acQpTfAQ0Otrf1FAK32DqmBA9BHU2hVs1_7jVbo1ynNf1cFEY5XE1Z/s320/IMG_7626.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> It is solid wood and only had a few scratches. Its converts into 4 things and had all the parts.</div><div style="text-align: center;">PRAISE THE LORD!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The adorable bedding is bedding that I bought long ago and have waited to use on a real crib. I used the pads and blanket on the toddler bed but now I can use every part! </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was so excited when he saw it all put together. He wanted to get in right away and proceeded to squeal in delight.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now he is in bed singing himself to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(A sure sign he is content and happy)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidaUVEq5I7CH-yaL6p4IH52FVBiupAnpd_7QfsFO_M0CvR3jyIxsik-604OkGBvqhEHBdmuTvwhkftOqq_aZqaBG1yn_5cFNAV_HU690KM_7-5hYCprc6KISvMNc3xgwP4qrvMgriUgyv/s1600/IMG_7630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidaUVEq5I7CH-yaL6p4IH52FVBiupAnpd_7QfsFO_M0CvR3jyIxsik-604OkGBvqhEHBdmuTvwhkftOqq_aZqaBG1yn_5cFNAV_HU690KM_7-5hYCprc6KISvMNc3xgwP4qrvMgriUgyv/s320/IMG_7630.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you have a very Merry Christmas!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have plans to eat a picnic on the beach, make gingerbread cookies, have a sleepover and skype family.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blog to ya'll later!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-14095307540369580542010-12-21T08:31:00.000-08:002010-12-21T08:31:42.473-08:00Christmas cards!<div style="text-align: center;">Ok, so today my cards are coming in the mail from Shutterfly and my goal is to get them addressed and mailed out either today by 5 or tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">SO</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need your addresses! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh and to clarify, your home address not your email address.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last time I got some email addresses :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have 50 cards to send out and I really don't think I have that many friends, so if you want one let me know! </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can email me at janabunana@msn.com</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a good week getting ready for Saturday!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know about your kids but Brookelyn is so excited she can't even contain herself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We promised we would bring our big king size mattress into the living room on Christmas Eve and have a sleep over so we can wake up and see the presents.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every morning she tells us about the sleepover and the presents that Santa is bringing her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(No, she doesn't really believe in Santa but she decided she likes pretending)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been pouring rain here for the past couple days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going kind of crazy being trapped in the house. I have truly decided I only like the rain looking out from a window.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking the kids outside in it is a nightmare!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron is going to do the Christmas shopping for the kids :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">It will be fun to see how a Daddy brain works and what he gets them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want the kids to make something for him but haven't come up with anything creative.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Any ideas?</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-30439928323223556012010-12-19T18:27:00.000-08:002010-12-19T18:27:08.191-08:00oohh Brookelyn<div style="text-align: center;">We are still struggling with Brooke waking up dry. She hates wearing diapers but her little bladder cant even make it a couple hours. Last night she took her diaper off while still awake and woke up (in the middle of the night) soaking wet. We were talking about it this morning and the convo went a little like this</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">- " Brookelyn, Mommy needs you to be a big girl and stop wetting the bed"</div><div style="text-align: center;">- "But Mommy I don't wike my diaper"</div><div style="text-align: center;">-"Ok, then you need to learn to wake up and go potty. </div><div style="text-align: center;">-"mmm... (scrunches her nose) I can't"</div><div style="text-align: center;">-"Then leave your diaper on so you don't soak your bed"</div><div style="text-align: center;">-"Well, (forming a mischievous grin) at least my diaper is dry!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> A phone conversation with Grandma <a href="http://www.mommamindy.blogspot.com/">Mindy</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hi Gwamma! Mommy is going to hava baaaaby! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Its a girl and her name is Maddewyn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gwamma, Mommy cwied all day long.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy was naughty. Him spank Mommy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Him go to him room and scweamed!</div><div style="text-align: center;">*disclaimer- Aaron has NEVER spanked me nor does he yell at me*</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gwamma, Santa is going to bwing me presents.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Snow coming to our house.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We decowated the whole house."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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"Mommy I just talked to Beka on the phone and we need to buy jellies and cheeses. (talking on her cell phone) Oh hi Beka! Whats your number? Oh! 121? ok!"<br />
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"Mommy I wan a lil sisster so bad! How about twins Mommy. Is that ok?"<br />
-"Well God already decided Mommy just needed one baby in my tummy."<br />
(After explaining to her how the little baby will grow and make my tummy really big)<br />
"Mommy I have wittle baby in my tummy!!! Its going to get real big and poke you. Can I have a baby Mommy?"<br />
-"Not until you are a big big girl"<br />
-sigh. "I want to be a big girl. My arms are going to be so big! I can't wait for my hands to be so big!"<br />
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"No I don't wanna be big. I wike being wittle"<br />
-"Why do you like being little Brookelyn?"<br />
"Cuz I like dressing myself and I like eat."<br />
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(As she is watching me type some of this blog)<br />
"Mommy what you saying?<br />
MOMMY! I know what you saying... I don't like it.<br />
Ugh be quiet I am trwying to write. Mommy say d-r-y-z."<br />
-"What is that?"<br />
"Its from our house, or from the neighbor"<br />
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</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-31665062210137925182010-12-16T09:37:00.000-08:002010-12-16T09:37:57.837-08:00Playing outside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxBZPdlMhkAatwJqDRSsi9kZPjeJJpzAfkPp0Z4C9-FRN3zZCW_EFufoLqG3b6reiEPfH5PWp3pAN2c6fLKig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-30371685851650590222010-12-12T15:40:00.000-08:002010-12-12T15:40:17.686-08:00Oh the weather outside is... sunny?!<div style="text-align: center;">I must say it was wonderful waking up to news articles about the loads of snow Minnesota is receiving and then I received my daily weather alert saying it was going to be 80 today!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Made my day start off smiling :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids are outside right now soaking up some sunshine and having play time with Daddy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a few quiet minutes I thought I would get another blog in.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aaron took some good photos of the kids enjoying the sun so I thought I would share a few.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdhIMkgfkVocvQvlPjC1Dgcppb7lzgemQ3zirEt3EmcQU5mz5YQZ52xi3_sE5ACxz_NkD5xmZ6UL3iA8rTbLuI1KJBcMG_z-uTTvox1Y-q6b22HLbTK5bKEFzcmZ8U3yZbZsIk8tkD4pd/s1600/IMG_7467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdhIMkgfkVocvQvlPjC1Dgcppb7lzgemQ3zirEt3EmcQU5mz5YQZ52xi3_sE5ACxz_NkD5xmZ6UL3iA8rTbLuI1KJBcMG_z-uTTvox1Y-q6b22HLbTK5bKEFzcmZ8U3yZbZsIk8tkD4pd/s320/IMG_7467.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is old news but the kids finally got their first haircut.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke was 3 and Brayden was 1.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved his little curls but people were starting to think he was a little girl.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke's hair was all the way down past her waistline.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I took videos of them getting their haircuts.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke sat fine because she was watching a show,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden screamed and cried and jerked his head.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wouldn't make you suffer through it!</div><div style="text-align: center;">here is a pre-haircut picture tho</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XtSaxn7hQM5US-OMv2Mjan-LNU9fif-E_7iJ-wk63WVCtM4Tst3mzJs8Fhc46PdVwnqMEZkl_q73c73vrcbsn8TMG60bO1sYNIA9laQhQH4PicGFnQ2Y_7WKGTVCFOL7NVGo1h2aCsdx/s1600/IMG_6880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7XtSaxn7hQM5US-OMv2Mjan-LNU9fif-E_7iJ-wk63WVCtM4Tst3mzJs8Fhc46PdVwnqMEZkl_q73c73vrcbsn8TMG60bO1sYNIA9laQhQH4PicGFnQ2Y_7WKGTVCFOL7NVGo1h2aCsdx/s320/IMG_6880.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I must say though it doesn't really feel like Christmas around here!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alot of our neighbors put up pretty Christmas lights and outdoor decorations.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids love driving by or walking by very slowly to enjoy the sparkling lights.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Another reminder Christmas is around the corner,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas cards are coming in the mail!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love receiving them so keep on sending them to me!!! :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am getting on the ball today and start making mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to make mine on <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-photo-cards">Shutterfly</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They have this WONDERFUL holiday promotion where if you blog about their wonderful services you receive 50 free photos!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I used Shutterfly all through high school and even printed my grad photos through them!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love how they have many different options of what to choose from.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also liked some of <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/holiday-cards">THESE</a> styles so I think it might take me awhile to pic one that I like.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a warning,</div><div style="text-align: center;">my Christmas cards and letter will probably be more like a Happy New year letter so maybe I should just skip the Christmas and do <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/new-years-cards/new-years-cards">THIS</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh another really cool thing that Shutterfly does are these awesome picture books.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a graduation present, or maybe it was an I miss you present,</div><div style="text-align: center;">anyway,</div><div style="text-align: center;">my best friend made me a photo book with tons of pictures of us!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was like a scrapbook without all the hard work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My kind of deal.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-47771870057342764872010-12-10T12:40:00.000-08:002010-12-10T12:40:26.819-08:00Glued to the couch<div style="text-align: center;">I didn't realize it had been so long since I updated this blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting down just made me realize I haven't even blogged about our trip to Seattle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Which was a month ago.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But then again, I just did the laundry for the first time since the trip so I guess blogging wasn't the only thing ignored.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*My children always had clean clothes. I have to wash their's about every other day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hopefully this holiday break will give me a chance to catch up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why so lazy you ask?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Morning sickness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">For a while all I could eat was what sounded good which meant no cooking and alot of eating out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is kind of ok because we are bargain hunters even when it comes eating out and we try to still eat healthy when eating out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it got to the point that our cupboards were completely bare.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thankfully right at that same time I had a small break from the ickiesickies so I planned a bunch of meals and went shopping.</div><div style="text-align: center;">For several days I made amazing (if I do say so myself) food and was very proud of myself for being a real housewife again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then this week happened.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't really feel icky but I can't eat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Several times this week I would put food in my mouth only to immediately spit it out and walk away from the table. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Another strange thing this week, my couch seemed to have grown a huge magnet. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't get off the couch! </div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids have been wonderful.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Except they have started fighting with each other. </div><div style="text-align: center;">That is a new one for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden will pull Brooke's hair. Brooke will push Bubba. Bubba screams and runs in for the attack. Brooke swings her arms and sometimes makes contact.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke is quite the independent 3 year old. She is really trying hard to be a big help and loves 'cleaning' her room.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(She shoves it all into one bucket or a corner)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden is still attached to me like he's 6 months old. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I think he might have jealousy issues when the new baby comes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of which, every person that Brooke talks to gets told that Mommy is having a new baby and its a girl and her name is Maddewyn.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(We don't know what it is yet as I am only 10 weeks)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I found this really cool app for the Ipad that shows a picture of the baby at every week so we can watch it grow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She loves checking on the baby and commenting on how tiny it is. </div><div style="text-align: center;">When you ask her when the new baby will come she says this summer in a very matter of fact way.</div><div style="text-align: center;">One thing that has helped me feel better is running or going for long walks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to try to run as long into the pregnancy I can and then when I get too big just go for walks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which reminds me...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need to go for a quick run before the kids wake up from their nap.</div><div style="text-align: center;">more updates coming soon!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need so see what photos or videos I need to post cuz I know I have alot!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a good weekend!</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-40400546167294732252010-11-21T20:46:00.000-08:002010-11-21T20:46:41.340-08:00sad sad day...<div style="text-align: center;">This new little baby already has a bone to pick with me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He or She has insisted I drink NO COFFEE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">WHAT?!?!! you might be asking.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jana not drinking coffee??</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a sad day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The smell makes me sick to my stomach and if I taste it I get the dry heaves.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess the blessing is that I cut out caffeine easily.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I usually stop all caffeine when I hit my 3rd trimester so the baby is born with no addictions.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know if a baby can really be born with a caffeine addiction but if they can be born with other addictions, and coffee is very addictive, I assume its better to be safe then sorry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I can eliminate as many things as possible that reduce a screaming crying newborn, count me in!</div><div style="text-align: center;">But seriously, only 7 weeks in?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I started going to bed at 9:30.</div><div style="text-align: center;">sigh.</div><div style="text-align: center;">To replace coffee I am going to go buy some yummy tea. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been drinking this pregnancy one that really helps morning sickness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In other news,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brayden is now in a toddler bed!</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was getting very restless and crabby in his pack n play so we moved Brooke to an air mattress with pink sheets and she is quite thrilled to have a "big girl" bed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I do not feel like buying a real bed right now. I am going to wait until the new baby is ready for the toddler bed and then buy the older kids a bunk bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think this week I am going to tackle potty training.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyone have any tips for little boys?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have NO idea where to even start.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do I make him sit or stand?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Naked or underwear.</div><div style="text-align: center;">oi. It overwhelms me but he has shown several signs that he is open and willing so I need to take the plunge.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Prayers and tips would be greatly appreciated!</div>The Roli Poli'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05019715231366648791noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876066272415187148.post-65819586271856652142010-11-19T12:33:00.000-08:002010-11-19T12:33:36.305-08:007 weeks!<div style="text-align: center;">I had my first appointment yesterday! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooke is so excited about this baby so I decided to take her along.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The nurses kept telling her she gets to meet her new baby today.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She was so thrilled because she literally thought she was going to meet the baby. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They started the regular sonogram but could not see anything because I wasn't that far along. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So we switched to the other kind and still really couldn't see the baby!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess he or she was hugging my uterus so it was really hard to make it out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ooops. I just called my child an it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forgive me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">To Brooke it looked like a blob of nothing in something shaped like an upside down rainbow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She kept looking over at me and beaming.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think even though she couldn't see her baby shister she felt very big and tried her best to act grown-up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We saw the little heart beating and of course I got emotional.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a little human inside me that is going to come out, Lord willing, breathing, crying, wriggling, sighing and wanting to eat. </div><div style="text-align: center;">What a miracle that a "little blob" is our baby #3.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It just overwhelms me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">God is so GOOD!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Psalm 139:13-18 is my favorite passage right now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">For you created my inmost being;<br />
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;<br />
your works are wonderful,<br />
I know that full well. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> My frame was not hidden from you<br />
when I was made in the secret place,<br />
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Your eyes saw my unformed body;<br />
all the days ordained for me were written in your book<br />
before one of them came to be. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> How precious to me are your thoughts,God!<br />
How vast is the sum of them! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Were I to count them,<br />
they would outnumber the grains of sand—<br />
when I awake, I am still with you.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you think about it, please pray that I find a Christian midwife. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aaron and I have decided we would really like to have the baby at home and I have seen what a blessing a Christian midwife can have on a birth.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So it is looking like Blessing #3 will be coming end of June beginning of July.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am not stressing about trying to figure out a due date because they never actually turn out that way! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The baby comes when he or she wants to come.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was hoping I was farther along just so I could be done with the nasty feeling but oh well.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aaron is currently at the store getting me cottage cheese, fruit-yogurt-granola, whole wheat english muffins and poptarts because those are the only things that sound good!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think I am having a girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">All I want is salty.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Brooke's pregnancy was all salty and Brayden's was sugar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">hmmm...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh and in both of our families the pattern goes Girl Boy Girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wonder if history will repeat itself?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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