tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16970658118227065362024-02-07T13:42:23.934-08:00Forever Growingwoman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-15857204061335658202014-07-24T20:04:00.000-07:002014-07-24T20:04:24.612-07:00To Owen turning two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight is the last night you will ever by my one year old. </div>
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Every night, before bath, you sit (and pee) on your potty chair, then pull out the pot, dump it in the toilet, flush the toilet, close the lid, and put the pot back in the potty chair. Each time you ask me to pee on the toilet at the same time as you. So we sit directly across from each other as the bath water runs. The look of surprise on your face when you feel yourself start to pee is priceless. </div>
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Lately, after you and Liza take your bath, Daddy has been putting you to bed while I nurse Liza to sleep. Tonight was different. I asked Daddy to please not put you to bed until I was done with Liza. Liza fell asleep quickly, as if she knew I needed that from her tonight. When I came into your room, you and Daddy were lining up your cars. You asked me to read a book to you. "Toolbox." It's one of your favorites. I sat down on the floor and you sat in front of me. I asked if you wanted to sit in my lap and you responded, "I sit down." And my heart proceeded to break. You are becoming so independent. You always have been, really, but even more so lately. </div>
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When I finished the book and told you it was time to say prayers, you frantically began pointing out all the other books you wanted me to read. I stuck to my guns and told you we could read all those books tomorrow and, on the verge of tears, you responded, "Ahwww!" I often have a hard time holding back my smiles in moments like that. It's not that I'm happy about your being upset, of course. It's that you're so darn adorable.</div>
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I picked you up as Daddy turned off the lights and put holy water in your font. We all blessed ourselves and began saying our prayers and for the first time ever, tonight, you started saying them along with us. You weren't saying all the words, but it was clear that you were trying to follow along. I opened my eyes to look and there you were, eyes squinted, mumbling the words "Soul to keep."</div>
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When prayers were done we asked who you wanted to sing songs to you. "Mommy sing songs. Hold you." So I did. I held you tight as I sang "Rockabye Baby" and all the other songs you requested. I finally kissed you and blessed you and lay you in your crib before leaving your room.</div>
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Usually you go right to sleep, but tonight, as I was wrapping your birthday presents in my room, I heard you screaming out. I went in to see what was wrong and you told me "Airplane. Drop it downnare." The toy airplane you were sleeping with had fallen through the crib. I picked it up and gave back to you and you quickly asked that I sing "Bumblebee." I did and you covered your face with your pillow pet and that was that. That was my last moment with you as a one year old. A moment I will always cherish.</div>
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Big things are planned for tomorrow. Daddy is going to stop on his way home (he is currently on the morning shift and you like to tell me "Daddy work ALLLLL night.") to pick up a birthday doughnut for you. Then Nana is going to watch Liza while I take you to the mall for lunch and to finally ride the train. You are so into trains right now. That was the theme for your birthday party last Saturday.</div>
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Sometimes, like right now, I imagen you as a teenager and it makes my cry. Not because I don't want you to grow up; I do! I am excited for the relationship I think I'll have with teenage you. I cry because time is just to fast and life is just too busy and thinking ahead makes me remember the past. I can't help but cry because I will never get to hold one year old Owen again. </div>
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I love you, Owen Beau Vegter. I hope you always feel that. I hope you never doubt that. You are such an incredible little boy and it is my joy to spend every day with you. </div>
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woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-19001132993920066682014-07-08T19:55:00.001-07:002014-07-08T19:55:31.732-07:00Bloglovin<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/12534509/?claim=aprq3hptx37">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-42405709853966500902014-07-07T21:08:00.000-07:002014-07-07T21:08:05.112-07:00I'm backIt's been about a year since I regularly spent time on this blog.<br />
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I have thoroughly enjoyed this past year. A year full of life and death; happiness and sorrow. It was a year I will always remember. So many new members to our over-sized family in the form of sister-in-laws and nieces and of course my sweet daughter.<br />
And the loss of my dear Nana.<br />
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It has been a year of growth and change. Learning to adapt to the different seasons of life. The seasons that seem to change with month, sometimes with the day. The hour even. More than anything I feel it has been a year of discovering purpose. My purpose as wife and mother to the family I have been blessed with. I won't lie- this job is hard. Some days, it's painstakingly difficult. But it also beautiful and rewarding and I wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China.<br />
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All this to say, I think I'd like to come back here. Wherever "here" is now. Lately I have felt this pull, an urge to write. To document.<br />
Because I am forever growing. We all are, really.<br />
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Especially these two.<br />
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Elizabeth Katheen Vegter</div>
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Yesterday I decided, after one too many strangers telling me how "pretty" Owen was, that it was time to suck it up and give my precious babe is first haircut. I did not nearly enough research googling "how to cut a toddler's hair" before deciding that I was ready to take on the task. <div>
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Stick toddler in highchair, distract him with a treat, snip away; Seems easy enough, right? So, so, wrong!</div>
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The cookie we gave him lasted all of 25 seconds before he had devoured it and the lollipop that followed did slightly better at about 4 min. The thing is, neither of those things helps in keeping the little toddler head still and turned in the direction needed so that you don't cut all lopsided like. And there's a slight issue with the highchair method considering that the back of the chair is about an inch higher than Owen's head. So we moved to daddy's lap and a vice grip while coaxing "Oooowen! Look at Daddy!" "Look at MOMmy" "Look! Look! Outside!"</div>
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Despite all that it was a moment I'll always remember. And I may or may not have been blinking back tears as I chopped away the little curls on the back of his head. The same thin strands of hair that were the first parts of him to make an entrance into this world. And yes, after sweeping up the floor and washing the stray hairs off Owen's back, I did tie two of those tiny curls with string and tuck them away in his baby book so that someday, when he's a big strong man, I can pull out those curls and remember the precious little head they used to reside on. And now my little baby doesn't look so much like a baby anymore, but more like a little boy. Like the big brother he is about to become. It breaks my heart just a little, but mostly just makes my heart sing.</div>
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And now for a photo dump :)</div>
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A little update on the pregnancy: I am officially 35 weeks as of today. Only two more progesterone injections left and I'll be full term. I feel so blessed to have made it this far in this pregnancy and feel confident that Liza will be born healthy at full term (maybe even late!) </div>
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Thank you to everyone who has been praying for us. I feel your prayers and appreciate them so much!</div>
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My blog has gone on a bit of a hiatus because, well, life got busy. We moved into our new home and graduated from "first-time home buyers" to "first-time home owners." That still blows my mind. HOMEOWNERS! I'm sure it will hit me hard in the face when that first mortgage payment comes out of the bank account next week. But I will happily eat peanut butter and rice and beans for a year to be able to come home to a place that is <i>ours</i>. </div>
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Continuing with the broke homeowners theme: we do not currently have cable or internet. Thus, I have no way of blogging. That's my excuse. But to be quite honest, life has been so busy lately that I don't think I'd be doing much blogging even if we did.</div>
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Owen is doing all kinds of growing and developing and I am really enjoying just enjoying it. He knows about 5 signs (please, milk, more, all done, water) and picks up the new ones I teach him in a matter of hours. He says "ball" for balls and baloons and anything round. He says "broom-broom" for vehicles, anything with wheels, and anything that makes a loud noise. He says "nana" for his Nana and bananas and every other food. He finally says "mama," even if he's normally pointing at something that has nothing to do with me when he says it. I'll still take it. His favorite thing to do his to be held while he points at everything in sight saying "this. that. this. thiiiiis." It's adorable.</div>
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He still isn't walking. He has callouses on his knees from all the crawling he does, but he does spend a lot of time lately walking behind all his push toys, and chairs, and anything else he's strong enough to move.</div>
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He has quite the voice and he likes to make himself heard. Most of his screeching is out of delight, but still, it's screeching. ugh. He's a naught little goose, too. Before he does something he knows is wrong, he looks back at me and gets this devilish grin on his face. I have to try really hard not to laugh most of the time. If does something to make mommy say "NO!" he thinks its hilarious. Like he falls over cracking up laughing. We're gonna have to work on the whole discipline thing.</div>
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Beau was finally released onto active duty yesterday! The doctors are all shocked at how quickly he has recovered from his surgery. I'm not. He was so determined to get out on the streets that I knew he'd push himself to get there as fast as possible. So the 6 days on 3 days off changing shifts begins tomorrow. I must admit, it's pretty cool having a police car parked in the driveway! Like a built in security system. </div>
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And a little brag on my man- he had to be re-qualified to carry a gun so he went up to the training center to shoot the course. The current academy was there doing firearms training, so he shot the course with them. They've been training for the past month or so and he hasn't shot in about 3 months. He blew them out of the water! He got the highest score, by far! </div>
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And now an update on Liza and myself. A lot has gone on since my last post. Four days after I was put on bed rest I had a pre scheduled appt with the perinatologist, because Liza had a marker for Down Syndrome. At my 20wk ultrasound they couldn't find her nasal bone. They had me come back a week later and they still couldn't see it. Because this can be a marker for DS, they sent me to the perinatologist (high-risk pregnancy doctor) at 24wks. She had another ultrasound done and still didn't see a nasal bone. She recommended that I have the Harmony blood test which is 99% accurate at detecting DS during pregnancy. She also switched me from Procardia to Indocin for my contractions and recommended that I start recieving weekly 17P progesterone injections. I had my first injection and a few days later was back in L&D with contractions 2 minutes apart. They gave me Procardia and three shots of Terbutaline, the contractions stopped and I went home. On 7/31 my mom went with me to see the genetic counselor and have my blood drawn. The weekly P17 injections continued and on 8/5 I had my first contraction free day! On 8/14 the results came back and we discovered that Liza is not at risk for DS. By that point we had both come to terms with the idea that she might have an extra chromosome. We were well aware of the equal amounts of blessings Liza would bring to our family with or without DS.</div>
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At this point in my pregnancy I don't have much to complain about. Since the contractions stopped I have developed SPD which causes intense pelvic/hip pain. Rolling in bed, getting out of bed, climbing stairs, etc. is almost unbearable. But I would much rather have this pain than the risk of Liza being born too soon, or, God forbid, not making it. Other than that it's just your typical pregnancy symptoms- constantly having to pee, indigestion, sciatica and so forth. </div>
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So there it is. My little update on our busy life. </div>
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I'm a little better about keeping up with instagram, so if you're not already, go follow me there @vegters3</div>
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Expect an overload of cuteness by way of #Owengram pictures :)</div>
woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-7822556779442684232013-07-17T12:07:00.002-07:002013-07-17T12:07:51.164-07:00Bed rest.<div style="text-align: center;">
As of Monday night, I have been put on bed rest for "at least two weeks." </div>
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After a quick trip to the park, where I sat in the shade and watched on as Beau chased Owen up and down the playground, and grocery store I started getting contractions. These weren't the random tightening ones I had been getting on Saturday and Sunday. These were crampy, achy, and coming every 15 min or sooner. What really worried me was that these felt like the contractions I had the morning Owen was born. </div>
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I finally decided to call the nurse to see what her advice would be. After paging the Dr. and three more contractions, she told me to head over L&D to be evaluated. I had a few more contractions on the way over and after checking my vitals and hearing the baby's heart beat, the nurse asked me to let her know when I was having another contraction. I did and when she checked the monitor it turned out that I had one before that I hadn't noticed.</div>
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They started me right away on an iv of fluids, even though I had been staying very hydrated. The Dr came in and did an extremely uncomfortable pelvic exam to check my cervix and swab to test for fetal fibronectin. Thankfully, my cervix was closed and an ultrasound showed that there isn't any thinning yet. The iv didn't slow the contractions, so they gave me two shots of terbutaline which did end up stopping them. Before deciding to let me go home, the Dr told me that the results of the fFN test came back positive. This doesn't necessarily mean that I will give birth preterm, but along with the fact that Owen was born preterm it increases the chances to above 60%. </div>
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Owen's 1st birthday party yesterday was a success. The weather was a little cooler than I would have liked, but aside from that, the day was perfect! Owen is so blessed to have so many wonderful people in his life who love him so much. He absolutely loved being the center of attention. He got so excited when everybody sang "Happy Birthday to OWEN!" </div>
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The best part of the day had to be when Granda arrived at the party. He wasn't sure if he was going to make it because of work, but was able to stop by for 30 min. As soon as Owen saw him, his face light up and he started bouncing up and down. I just love the love those two share!</div>
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unfortunately running all over the place getting ready for the party, spending all day on my feet, packing up to move, and the stress from family issues has landed me back on bed rest. Last night I started having terrible- on the floor crying- cramps. I also had a few contractions, but nothing regular thank God! I think I'm getting to the point where I have to realize that this pregnancy is different from Owen's. I can't do all that I could last time. I'm just praying hard that Liza stays right where she is for at least 15 more weeks. </div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">disclaimer* because of my hatred for blog post without pictures, this one is broken up with random photos of O eating frozen berries and my parents keeping him happy at Beau's graduation</span></div>
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In the months of June and July:</div>
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-we made our first offer on a home</div>
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-we were out bid. But fear not! We soon realized our love affair with that house was sooo not meant to be considering the $16k + work it needed put into it.</div>
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-we made our second offer on a home</div>
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-a contract was signed!</div>
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-Owen teethed like a crazy person</div>
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-Beau graduated from the police academy! I am beyond proud of that incredible man I married and was so honored to pin on his badge at the ceremony</div>
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-Beau had shoulder surgery leaving him in a sling for 4-6 weeks and putting him on light duty for 10-12 weeks</div>
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-Owen decided that two naps is one too many and spent about 12 out of 24 hrs crying and fussing and just being generally grumpy about it for a week</div>
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-my poor one armed, drugged up, husband watched on as I tried and failed to sooth our grumpy goose</div>
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-we discovered that this pregnancy might be a little more complicated than expected</div>
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-spent a few days in tears, worrying, anxiously awaiting our next ultrasound</div>
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-lots of time in prayer and finally gained the courage to put it all in God's hands</div>
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-back and forth and back and forth get things from and giving things to the lender to keep the closing on schedule</div>
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-had a few scary symptoms</div>
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-put on bed rest until symptoms go away and pelvic rest for 3 weeks</div>
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-packing up our few possessions as the closing date quickly approaches</div>
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-prepping for Owen's first birthday party (my mom keeps telling me I shouldn't be making so much work for myself, but I've been dreaming up this party since before O was born. It has to be perfect!)</div>
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Life seems to be getting busier by the day, and I am starting to think these hectic summer days are just a preview of how crazy life is going to be with two babies under two. And to tell you the truth, although it was I-want-to-pull-my-hair-out stressful for a week or so there, I'm kinda starting to love the chaos. I guess that's really because it doesn't feel so chaotic any more.</div>
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I am very happy to share that Owen has now made the transition to one nap a day. We have a lovely routine going. Diaper change, saying night-night to the world as we close the blinds, nursing, laying down with blankie and piggy, sitting up to watch mommy leave, "nigh-night, I love you"s, and blowing kisses. <i style="text-decoration: underline;">He doesn't make a peep!</i> Those days when I dreaded nap time seem so far in the past and I love it.</div>
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We hopefully *fingers crossed* close on Friday. We drove by the house after our date last night {I know, we're creepy :)} and it was empty! The previous owners were moving things out and the sign was out of the yard. This is forreal ya'll! We're going to be home<i>owners</i>!!!</div>
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Owen's party is Saturday and everything is slowly falling into place. I spent 4+ hours on rainbow jello on Monday night and spent about the same amount of time baking his 6 layer cakes yesterday. I'll wake up early on Saturday to ice it. It is so worth it though. Everything is turning out just how I wanted it. </div>
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^^ P.S. How gorgeous are my parents? ^^</div>
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I am in complete disbelief that my baby is 11 months old. That's only one month away from being and entire <i>year</i> old! Where has this year gone? It seems like just yesterday I was sleeping in a hospital bed with my brand new, tiny, infant snuggled up on my chest. Sometimes I miss that. Ok, a lot of times I miss that- snuggling with Owen. He is so active and curious and constantly on the go that he rarely has time to snuggle with Mommy these days, and when he does its for literally less that two seconds. He'll put his head on my shoulder and pause for a second and then spring it back up as if he suddenly remembered something really important he needs to do.</div>
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We've also had to deal with some painful teething this month. His top left tooth cut through at the beginning of the month without an issue, but now the top right is cutting and the poor baby is feeling it. He's always been a great sleeper and its waking him up at night and making his really fussy and clingy all day.</div>
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Our favorite places this month are the pool and the playground in the mall. O is such a little fish. He'll dunk his face in the water and come back up with a big smile. He loves to "swim" and kicks his feet as you guide him through the water. For the longest time he would freak out if you tried to lay him on his back to float, but now he'll do it leaning up against Daddy and clinging for dear life to the back of his neck. It is the sweetest thing to watch. We like the mall play are because there's nothing O can't touch or play with. He can crawl around for an hour without needing me to follow after him and make sure hes ok. He loves feeling independent and I love the break!</div>
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He's starting to be more interested in books. His favorite is "Ten Little Lady Bugs." When we're playing in this room he'll spot it from across the room and want to read it 10 times. He also loves to make animal sounds. He'll watch you make the sound a few times and you can see him thinking hard about how to do it and then he'll try. He's such a smarty pants!</div>
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He is a total chatter box. From the minute he wakes up right up until he's being rocked to sleep, he's talking away. "Dadadada" Maaaamamama" "Mommommom" "Fafafafa" "Badada" and all kinds of other gibberish. He's also starting to try to sign back some of the signs I use with him, especially "all done" and "milk."</div>
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Life has been crazy busy lately, so this is just gonna be a really random "catch up" post.</div>
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Last week was Catholic Camp at our church. I was in charge of the kitchen/snacks and Owen got to enjoy the nursery with Aunt Mary volunteering as a helper. The weeks before were busy with work days to prep for the week of Camp. On Wed. of last week, Owen woke up covered in vomit and diarrhea (sorry TMI). The poor baby was running a low fever and had a cough too. The bug lasted 8 days, but he is finally starting to be back to his normal self. There were about 5 days where he had nothing but breastmilk and pedialyte. </div>
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We have a contract on a house! Our closing date is July 12 and we are so flipping excited!!! We are praying so hard that everything goes smoothly up until then. Its a 3 bedroom ranch with a huge private yard and its only 5 minutes from my parent's house which is exactly what we wanted. I am so excited to finally have my own home to decorate.</div>
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Baby Liza is doing great! I had my 20 week ultrasound on Thursday and everything looked good. She was being difficult though and wouldn't flip over, so I have to go back for another ultrasound on Monday. I don't mind though- The more I get to see my pretty girl, the better! I've only gained 5lbs so far which is a whole lot different than the 20lbs I had gained by this point with Owen. She looks just like her brother did in his ultrasounds. Especially their lips. </div>
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Beau finally graduated from the police academy on Thursday! It was a beautiful graduation ceremony and I was so proud and honored to pin on his badge. He has worked so hard to get to this point and deserved a day to celebrate. I baked him a police car cake in honor of the occasion. His shoulder surgery is scheduled for this Thursday and then he'll be on light duty for a few weeks.</div>
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So there it is. My 5 min. update. I'll see you back here in about a month to give you another one :) </div>
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Owen, my tiny squishy newborn, is 10 months old! </div>
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Well, technically, he's more like 10 nd 1/2 months old now, but for the purposes of this post, he's simply 10 months old.</div>
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We just started putting him to bed without rocking him to sleep first. It was surprisingly painless. He cried for 8 minutes the first night and cries for under a minute almost* every time since. He is still an amazing night time sleeper. Most nights he goes down around 7pm and sleeps until at least 8am. Naps are hit or miss. Some days he does great- two 2hr naps- other days not so much- one 30min nap. </div>
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His appetite has waned a little. He drinks 2-3 8oz bottles of formula and nurses 2-3 times. He loves a big breakfast and a pretty big lunch but is normally not that interested in dinner. He would eat his snacks all day though!</div>
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He is a speed crawler! Especially when he sees something/someone he really wants. It's amazing how fast that kid can zip across the floor! He pulls up like a pro, climbs over and under anything in his way, and cruises around the furniture. Still no steps, but I'm not rushing him. The last thing I need is for him to be more mobile!</div>
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The playground in the mall- the last time we went he crawled around for almost an hour without ever looking back to see if I was still there. Mr. Independent!</div>
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Aunt Mary- she is seriously his absolute favorite! I really wish I had a video of his reaction to seeing her walk in a room. It's the sweetest most hilarious thing. If nothing else will cheer him up, she always will. I don't know what we're gonna do when we move!</div>
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He had his first ear infection this month. He has always pulled on his ears when he's tired, but he was acting really fussy and messing with them more than usual and had a fever. I hate seeing my poor pumpkin sick. The doctor prescribed him an antibiotic and he was better in a matter of days, thank God!</div>
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In other news we're busy trying to find our first home. It's crazy how fast things are getting scooped up around here so we're having to move fast to try to find something in the area we want- close to my parents and our church.</div>
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Beau is getting crazy close to graduating. Like 14 days close! Then he has his surgery on the 27th and will hopefully heal quickly and be out on the streets by the middle of July. </div>
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Little Liza is growing well. I'm still not gaining weight which makes me uneasy, but the doctor says it's a good thing. Hopefully it just means I'll have a lot less than the 50lbs I had to burn off after Owen was born.</div>
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So there's my "update." God only knows when I'll have time to make another one. Hopefully I'll do better and make one semi close to O's 11 month birthday. </div>
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11 months? Ahhh! It's getting way to close to him being a year old! </div>
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Baby Finn is not actually Baby Finn.</div>
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We went in for our gender recheck this morning (remember how we went the day before mother's day and the lady was 95% sure it was a boy but she wanted us to come back in two weeks so she could be 100% sure, but all along Beau and I were 100% sure because we saw the ultrasound and there was definitely something sticking out there.) and the little boy part we thought we saw before was GONE. </div>
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Baby Finn is a girl! Which means she is no longer Baby Finn but Elizabeth Ann. Baby Liza. Or Little Lizzy as my dad has already nicknamed her.</div>
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I was so excited to be having another boy, but I can't even describe the happiness I felt when I realized the baby we were looking at was my little girl. I burst into tears of joy.</div>
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Little Liza will be so well loved and protected by her big brother and police officer daddy and of course, by me . I am, above all, excited to form a close relationship with her like I have with my mom.</div>
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Now excuse me as I return to daydreaming about the frilly dresses and dance classes that are in my not so distant future.</div>
woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-64321132296913963972013-05-21T11:24:00.000-07:002013-05-21T11:24:25.647-07:00Tuesday Topics- 10 things that make me happy<div align="center">
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I'm linking up with Tiffany and Lauren for this round of Tuesday Topics.<br />
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This week is 10 things that make you happy. I had a hard time choosing <i>just</i> 10, there are so many things that make me happy- I'm generally an easy person to please. But here are 10 of the many things that make me happy.<br />
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<b>Seeing Owen light up when he sees his daddy.</b><br />
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<b>Feeling Baby Finn.</b><br />
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<b>Eating a Magnum ice cream bar.</b><br />
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<b>Hugging Beau.</b><br />
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<b>Driving with the windows down and the music up.</b><br />
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<b>Singing hymns from my childhood.</b><br />
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<b>Watching Owen explore and learn.</b><br />
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<b>Running errands with my mom.</b><br />
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<b>Summer BBQs.</b><br />
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The list could literally go on forever, but these are some of my favorite things that make me happy.<br />
What makes you happy?<br />
Join the link up so I can read your lists :)</div>
woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-37337214742226874332013-05-19T14:03:00.000-07:002013-05-19T14:03:04.882-07:00May is for Moms {an interview with my son}<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm linking up again for the third and final week of the May is for Moms link up. This week's interview is supposed to be with your child(ren), but since Owen is so young and Finn hasn't made his debut yet, I decided to have Beau answer the questions in their place. </div>
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This is how Beau thinks Owen would answer these questions if he could.</div>
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<b>1. What is your favorite thing that you and I do together?</b></div>
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Go to the park. He loves going to the park with you.</div>
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<b>2. What is something important I've taught you that you will always remember? (i.e. be nice to everyone, always make your bed, etc.)</b></div>
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To have a kind heart and to treat everyone equally.</div>
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<b>3. What is your most special memory about me?</b></div>
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I don't know what he remembers. It's probably when you go get him from the crib first thing in the morning. He's always so happy to see you.</div>
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<b>4. What is something nice I always say to you?</b></div>
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I love you.</div>
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<b>5. How are you and I the same? How are we different?</b></div>
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You both have love for everyone and are always happy. Your a girl and he's a boy.</div>
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woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-61955835595611734142013-05-18T07:55:00.000-07:002013-05-18T07:55:50.158-07:00Life lately and my sad excuse for a Bumpdate<div style="text-align: center;">
May has been a busy month... and by busy I mean barely have time to breath let alone do a load of laundry month. We have at least one party of some sort to go to every single weekend in May. There's also Mother's Day and our anniversary and my birthday! </div>
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On top of all the busyness, I'm pregnant and therefore have negative amounts of energy, Owen has his first ear infection and is on antibiotics and has at least one diarrhea blowout a day, and Beau's shoulder is not doing well- he just got the results from his MRI and it looks like he'll be having arthroscopic capsulorrhapy surgery sometime soon, like before he graduates on June 20th.</div>
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Needless to say, blogging has been at the bottom of my list of priorities and unfortunately I've been pretty terrible about taking pictures lately. This is all I've got for ya...</div>
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I didn't actually mean to take a picture of him screaming crying, but as soon as I starting snapping photos he burst into tears. This is how you know my baby is sick! He's normally such a ham in front of the camera.</div>
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I've thankfully had a lot less morning sickness lately and the headaches haven't been quite as bad either. I still get stomach cramps every once in a while but I've also started to feel him moving around in there! Oh yeah.. for Mother's Day Beau let me get an early gender ultrasound and the lady was 98% sure it's a boy. We go back in a week so she can be 100% sure, but Beau and I already are. Owen is going to have a baby brother!</div>
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Our boy name is Finnian Francis. We are so excited to continue our journey of raising little boys. I think God is blessing us with boys because the world needs more men like Beau. </div>
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We can't wait to meet you, Baby Finn!</div>
woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-71889866173124038472013-05-13T19:19:00.000-07:002013-05-13T19:19:03.173-07:00May is for moms: An interview with my mom<div style="text-align: center;">
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"The only thing <i>better</i> than having you for a mom is my children having you for a grandma"<br />
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<b>1. How did you feel the moment you found out you were pregnant with me?</b></div>
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I was the most excited because I had been trying so hard to get pregnant. I started trying when Sean was 6 months old and didn't it took me 8 months to get pregnant. I even called a fertility doctor, but they told me I had to be trying for at least a year before they would see me. Finally we went to Mexico on vacation and I forgot about it and that was when we got pregnant with you.</div>
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You were so planned! You were the only one that was really planned.</div>
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Middle school- sixth grade. You were always such a good student, all your teachers loved you and you never got in trouble, and for some reason middle school was a hard transition.</div>
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<b>4. Did you worry about me more as a child or now that I'm an adult?</b></div>
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As a child. I don't worry about you now. You're so happily married and happy as a mother.</div>
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<b>5. What is one thing you thought was deeply important when I was a baby that you now realize does not matter at all?</b></div>
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Nothing</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Happy mother's day to all you wonderful moms! </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">You have the most important job in the world. Never forget it!</span></b></div>
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Today was kind of amazing.</div>
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First of all, I woke up, turned over, and opened my eyes to see Beau. He's working the evening shift today so he wasn't up hours before me like usual. </div>
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Then the most wonderful thing happened- I felt the baby! I've been feeling really nervous lately. This pregnancy has been rough so far, very different from my pregnancy with Owen, and I was beginning to fear that it meant something was wrong. Feeling my precious child for the first time was exactly what I needed to put my fears to rest. It was as if the baby was saying, "<i>Its ok, Mom! Don't worry. I'm here! I'm healthy! I'm growing like I should!</i>"</div>
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Then, as if my morning needed any improving, when Owen and I were having our good morning hug, he turned his head and gave me a kiss. Right on the lips! Oh. My. Gosh. My heart melted into a puddle on the floor right there. I can not even begin to describe the joy that made my heart sing. From then and there I knew it was destined to be a good day. </div>
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We spent the next few hours outside, enjoying the beautiful weather. Beau even grilled us lunch. {He is THE bomb:)}</div>
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We had a busy weekend with Beau working late on Friday and two parties to attend on Saturday. Two parties, basically back to back, meant Owen didn't get a good nap which made for a very irritable baby. Both parties were fun though! First we had a family friend's First Holy Communion party and then a surprise birthday party for Beau's sister.</div>
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Saturday evening I started to feel terrible. My head was pounding and was nauseous. I quickly started feeling worse and worse and spent most of the night awake and in pain. All day Sunday wasn't much better so I was basically confined to the bed all day. </div>
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This month I'm linking up with <a href="http://www.notyouraveragecrazy.com/">Amy</a> for a 3 part interview in honor of Mother's Day. Being a mommy is the best ever so I couldn't resist.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Being a mother has been my dream for as long as I can remember. Growing up, when people would ask "what do you want to be when you grow up" the answer was always "a mom", without hesitation. Anybody who knew me before I had children knows that that is all I have ever wanted. </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">5. If your children only learn one life lesson from you, what do you hope it is?</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">To know, love, and serve God in everything that they do. If they aren't sure what to do, make sure they're doing those things and they will be fine.</span><br />
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woman in a man's worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03770597627674418382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697065811822706536.post-74575695900247223082013-05-03T08:40:00.000-07:002013-05-03T08:40:08.856-07:00Harboring a Thankful Heart<div style="text-align: center;">
I think often times it becomes way to easy to lose yourself in the negative. Life can be hard and unfair and we like to dwell on that. Problem is, that isn't the way I desire to live my life. That isn't the kind of children I want to raise. </div>
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I can't count the number of times I have seen a very ungrateful child throw a fit because they didn't get the toy they wanted, or the treat they wanted, or their parents told them to do something they don't want to do. It doesn't make that child very likable. It's sad but true. But when you stop and think about it, it isn't that child's fault. That child is a product of their parents, a direct example of how their parents are raising them.</div>
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And guess what?! <i>Children learn by example!</i></div>
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I've come to this epiphany lately and I have begun to realize, I need to model the behavior I want to see in my children.</div>
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I can tell them to say their prayers, but if they never see me praying they won't either.</div>
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I can tell them to use "please and thank you", but if I'm not being polite to the cashier or the waiter or anyone I come in contact with, they aren't going to be either.</div>
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I can tell them to be thankful for what they have, but if I'm constantly complaining or wishing for more, they will too.</div>
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It's kind of a big deal! I mean, I am shaping human beings here. I am playing a huge role in the kind of adults they will grow up to be.</div>
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I want them to be kind and generous, empathetic and sensitive, happy and thankful, responsible and wise, moral and saintly adults.</div>
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That means that <i>I</i> have to be that kind of adult. </div>
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This is going to take a lot of focus and dedication. It's going to mean I have to constantly make the conscious decision to be that example. It won't always be easy, I will sometimes fail, but it will be worth it.</div>
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One of the first changes I want to make in myself is to have an ever thankful heart. My goal is to write down 3 things I'm thankful for every night. </div>
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<b>For my parents, for welcoming us into their home while we transition into our own.</b></div>
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<b>That they make such an effort to make their home feel like home to us, so that we never feel like visitors.</b></div>
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<b>For Beau, for how hard he works to provide for our family.</b></div>
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<b>For Owen. He brings me more joy than I ever imagined possible.</b></div>
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<b>That both of our children are happy and healthy.</b></div>
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<b>For my sister Mary, for loving Owen so much.</b></div>
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Owen is 9 months old. It's blowing my mind. I know I something similar every month, but it's true. Each and every month seems to sneak up quicker than the month before. Everyone tells you to enjoy them at every stage because they grow up so fast, but I never really understood that until O was a month old and already so different from the baby he was a birth. </div>
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This month especially though, he has grown so much. He has become an independent little person with a mind and personality of his own.</div>
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<li style="text-align: center;">He started crawling on 4/9 and is now a total pro. He speed crawls all over the place, climbing over anything in his way.</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">Right around the same time his two first teeth <i>finally</i> popped through on the bottom. </li>
<li style="text-align: center;">He is pulling up on everything and climbing. It's already caused a few injuries and freaks me out, but I figure this is nothing compared to the years to come with a boy.</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">He has pretty much completely given up purees. Now he eats whatever we're eating. I must say it makes life a lot easier. And a lot messier!</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">He loves watching Beau and I talk or make noises and trying to mimic us. It is the coolest thing to see him learning.</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">He is a total ham! He preforms for a crowd and he knows he's funny. He'll repeat whatever he's doing just to keep getting a reaction.</li>
<li style="text-align: center;">He has major separation/stranger anxiety. If he's crawling and exploring on his own he's fine, but if I leave the room and he notices, oh boy, he ain't happy. Once that happens he gets majorly clingy and doesn't want to be put down for at least 30 min. </li>
<li style="text-align: center;">We had a couple rough days when I had to put him in the church nursery while I was in a meeting. We were both in tears. It's just so hard to hear him crying and know he just wants me and not go grab him and hug him tight and tell him I'll never ever abandon him. Thankfully I don't leave him often, so it's not something we have to go through too regularly.</li>
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<b><u>Friday</u></b> began with my last Familia meeting for this "year." We'll start back up in the fall. Owen did better in the nursery this time, but he's still having a little separation anxiety. I'm having a lot. Thus is the life of a mommy. He cries for 5 minutes, I cry for 10. I know that this is just a phase, for both of us, but it's still a difficult one.<br />
We went home to try to get some sleep, but he wasn't having it so we headed out to the park to soak up the last little bit of sunshine before the rain moved in for the weekend.<br />
We found this new park that apparently no one knows about, because we were the only ones there. It was pretty awesome having the whole playground to ourselves and not having to worry about some big kid running Owen over. This is definitely our new favorite park. I mean they have astro turf and shade! What more could you want?!<br />
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<b><u>Saturday</u></b> was a busy day. Daddy spent the morning fixing things around the house. O and I "helped" by staying out of the way :) In the afternoon we went to Aunt Mary's soccer game to cheer her on. They didn't win, but she scored two goals! She rocks! From there we drove up to the outlet mall to do some shopping. I got some great deals at the Hanna Anderson and Pac Sun outlets. O was such a trooper staying out way past his bedtime.<br />
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<b><u>Sunday</u></b> was a rainy, gloomy day. We slept in cause that's what you do on rainy mornings. We went to Mass and then helped out with Catholic Camp registration and then spent the rest of the day lazing around at home. It was really pretty perfect.<br />
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happy friday y'all!</div>
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today i'm linking up with <a href="http://www.wifessionals.com/">Kaitlyn</a> for her "preparing for a little one" mini series. this weeks topic is birth stories and whether or not you should have a birth plan.</div>
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you can read Owen's entire birth story <a href="http://womaninamansworl.blogspot.com/2013/04/owens-birth-story.html">here</a>, it is long but beautiful.<br />
that day was literally the best day of my life thus far. nothing compares to the high that comes with giving birth. i actually enjoyed it so much that i can't wait to experience it again with Baby 2. i'm not a huge fan of being pregnant but it is all worth it for that one day and of course the lifetime that comes after it.<br />
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as for having a birth plan, i would highly recommend it. not because you should have everything planned out and follow your plan to the T, because yeah... that didn't happen. birth plans are important because its nice to prepare and have some idea of how you hope your labor will go. it is also SO important to get on the same page with your spouse and doctor and anyone else who will be joining you in the delivery room.<br />
i recommend using <a href="http://images.thebump.com/tools/pdfs/birth_plan.pdf">this template</a>. it basically covers everything before during and after delivery.<br />
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if you have a little one link up your birth story too!</div>
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