tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387331512011-11-27T17:08:37.501-07:00Anna Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189179338363163590noreply@blogger.comBlogger1231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38733151.post-48557940015902060302011-06-27T22:12:00.000-06:002011-06-27T22:12:37.513-06:00

Just to add to the chaos that is our life, we get to add the expectation of a new arrival to our family.  We're quite thrilled!  Baby #4 is due mid-January.  We went for an ultrasound a couple weeks ago and thankfully saw a little heart beat away.  Beating quite rapidly, too, which generally means a girl.  We'll see what sort of little one God gives us, we'll be thrilled with any sort of baby we

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Bright sunshine, blue skies. Walking with friends. Stopping to climb trees, roll down the hill in the spring grass. (How would my kids survive without friends?  who would teach them how to climb trees?) Sharing snacks and hugs as we say goodbye. Kids napping after the exertion. Pretty much the perfect way to spend a day.

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This is a bit of a convoluted story.  Sorry.  :) I wanted to make sugar cookies.  Hubby's really only likes sugar cookies if they are frosted and he really likes cream cheese frosting the best.  I had no cream cheese.  I had just seen a recipe for making yogurt cheese that turns out the consistency of cream cheese, yet with the benefits of the probiotics.  So, I began.  I was sold. You start

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The lovely flu is what it was.  Each of the big girls had fevers off an on for 4-5 days.  Not Fun!  Fortunately, the youngest had it for a day and moved right on.  The plus side to all of this?  We got lots of snuggles!  One great thing about breastfeeding a toddler is that you don't have to worry about them so much when they are sick.  Since E still nurses, the bulk of the day of fever was spent

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AHH!  The bug has attacked!  It is official.  When getting kids down for nap today, two of the three (one home from school because of puking yesterday) had fevers.  The other is literally dripping with snot.  Pretty picture, no?  E had the fever two days ago, but seemed like she felt good most of the day, just extra snuggly and asking to nurse a LOT.  But it was ok.  She was over it in a day. 

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so, did anyone miss me?  :)  Life has happened, I'm afraid.  Just life, nothing exciting. Let's see.  Baby E turned 2.  She's still a tiny little pipsqueak at about 22.5 pounds.   Much smaller than either of the other girls.  She's chattering and we're attempting to decipher.  She thinks she's pretty big stuff, though, and does her best to keep up with her sisters. K thinks that she is ready to

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My Beautiful B, I sure do love you!  I'm so incredibly proud of the sweet, young lady you are becoming.  Bright and caring and intelligent and curious and *mostly* happy and content.  :)  I love being your mommy and seeing you learn and grown and blossom.  I'm so impressed at how well you are reading and it melts my heart to hear you reading to your sisters every night before bed.  They are so

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I always love seeing new pictures of everyone's families. It is one of my most favorite things to do.My very talented sister, Mary, took some new family pictures at my cousin's house. They turned out GREAT!The girls got a little antsy after some family "posing," so we let them run around and climb and swing and play.My sister brought one of her older daughters who was able to help keep kids

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I'm the mom to a 6 year old. It's true. I'm finding it rather hard to believe.It's true that I allow my 15 month old to watch television. She doing it right now.It's true that she'll be content for maybe 3 minutes. So I had better type quickly.It's true that I ride the bus to and from my classes to save money on gas.It's true that I actually enjoy riding said bus. I use the time to read or

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My beautiful B will be 6 years old. CRAZY! We have some rough plans for a birthday party. It will be her very first party where she invites friends rather than just expecting 30 of our closest family. :) Most likely we'll also have a small dinner party for her with the grandparents. Once again, our little princess is wanting a princess party. Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure was the

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Yesterday "Baby" E was throwing a fit--one of those unexplainable, throw herself on the floor fits. I had tried to distract her, tried to feed her, tried to snuggle her, all to no avail. So, I got up and went about my day. She was following me around, hanging on my legs, wailing the entire time. I leaned down and told her that when she was all done crying, I would give her some milk. Pretty

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Thanksgiving week is almost done. I have a mental list of what I was going to get accomplished this week during my break from school--there are very few items marked off. Instead, we've played outside, visited with family, snuggled, put up Christmas decorations and eaten much too much sugar.Here I sit, hot apple cider in hand, three little girls in their beds, enjoying naptime. Right next to

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Between caring for three children, a husband, a home, working part-time for my parents and going to school full-time, I rarely have a minute to myself. I often taking kids into the shower with me in order to save time by washing us all. The baby is frequently found crawling around in the bathroom whenever I'm in there since she's always happiest around me. I hardly have any desire to be on the

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Want to know a great way to feel like a terrible mommy? It's very simple, really. Just roll your ankle while walking down the stairs carrying your baby. Just that easy, you see the baby rolling on the floor with her head on the edge of the bottom step. I hear from those who saw it happen, she really only rolled off of me onto the bottom stair, so I didn't really drop her. Not that it makes me

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E is getting into EVERYTHING these days. She's crawling at an ever-increasing pace, pulling up and this combination is somewhat disturbing to her big sisters.Quite frequently, one or the other 'big' girls is hollering for me to move E out of their way or something of that nature. B asked the other day, 'Mommy, some assistance, please?" How very polite. :)

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Since Monday of last week, we've had coughing, hacking and fevers at our house. I think that there has been at least one child with a fever every night for the past week; generally after having a mostly symptom-free day. We've also had some gut-wrenching cough-induced puking. Chest congestion has necessitated more upright sleeping, which is easier said than done when sharing a bed with a

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I've been so incredibly blessed with my wonderful family. To have so many sisters, my best friends, live so close to me has been such a blessing. Now, two of my dear friends have moved away. One because she's now married to a California almond farmer and one to be a missionary in Ethiopia. I miss them. We've had a tradition of taking a sister picture at the mother's day bash that we host every

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My precious baby sister is getting ready to leave on a mission to Ethiopia. She'll be gone for two years. The planning has lasted for about 9 months and we're down to the final week.Sophie is one of my very best friends. We've coached volleyball together, played volleyball together, talked for hours and so much more. I'm going to miss her desperately. She's the 'baby whisperer' of the church/

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Is there a certain time at which I can.......tell baby E that she's supposed to be a baby still. she's not supposed to be scooting/crawling across the floor. she's not supposed to be clapping and waving. she certainly does look adorable while she does all of the above, though....tell my girls "no, you can't watch Tinkerbell.....again....and not break their hearts?" They've been (starting to)

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It's 7:30 on a Wednesday morning. i'm up. all three kids are sleeping. hallelujah!Last night was my sister's wedding. it was beautiful. the flower girls (B, K and 3 other little girls cousins) were adorable running up the aisle barefoot yelling "the bride is coming!" as soon as K hit the runner on the way up, it looked like she was going to stop and pick up the flower petals that had

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There's a reason for the long, drawn-out absence here. We're moving.We took the first load over tonight. Many more to come.Crazy how an empty house makes the girls turn wild. They were dancing and wrestling, rolling on the floor and 'exercising.' Then, pretty soon someone is crying because the ran into the wall, or fell down or some other earth-shattering horribleness. All in good fun, I

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K said today, "puke in toilet, not in sink."You better believe it.*we've got a bug around here. Can you tell?*

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Daddy's at school and we're all missing him. So we sent him a little picture to let him know we were thinking of hm.And he really is a rock star.

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Ah....sunshine.It's a beautiful thing.

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Time has flown. We've been sick, and busy, and growing, and living. You know how it goes. ;)Yesterday marked 5 months that my precious baby E has been here. Seems almost like last week. Except that I'm *really* tired. ;)E is a happy, happy little girl. Most of the time, all it takes to get a smile from her is a smile of your own. She laughs easily and is content to snuggle with any of us.

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Trying to get out the door. Both big girls had been repeatedly asked to get shoes and socks on (as I rushed past trying to gather everything up.) We were late. Like usual. I finally sat down in front of K to help her get her shoes on."Mommy, " she asks, " you fasting up?" You bet, kiddo, mommy is fasting up. :)

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Hubby and I have been working hard at eating a *tad* more healthfully. (Is that even a word??) Due to this, I've been craving sugar NON-STOP! It's crazy! Ah, the forbidden fruit.So, I broke down.I baked cupcakes.Full-fat, extra chocolate chips, complete and utter deliciousness.In my defense (or possibly justification) I chose cupcakes instead of a cake in order help control portions. This

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Last night, I got a wild hair and got out my ironing board. For anyone who knows me, they'll know what an odd occurence this is. I spent a bit of time overseeing the girls picking up toys while I ironed. Then a few more minutes while watching TV last night. I'm quite oddly pleased with myself for turning out this nice stack of 20 nicely ironed cloth napkins (among other things.) Quite

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We have been enjoying some seriously wonderful weather around here. Yesterday it was almost 60!

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From B to you!

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Here's my precious Baby E:

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We celebrated B's birthday over the weekend. She's quite proud to be a big 5 year old, though she's sure she's now big enough for Kindergarten. Not so fast, little one! ;)

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Yesterday at breakfast, I looked over to see K licking the syrup straight off her plate. When I asked her to stop she said, "I not licking, Mommy, I dipping my tongue."

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Sometimes I wonder why, but at some point in time, I've signed up to get emails about ages and stages. In me inbox this week, I found one about K:By 30 months, your child can name a few body parts, some colors, and even a friend or two.I read this in bewilderment. K can name pretty much all the body parts from her pinky toe to her belly button to her eyebrow and forehead. She knows the colors

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Yesterday morning, I woke up to a grown up B. She had gotten herself dressed and ready for the day, including doing her hair ALL BY HERSELF for the first time ever (and a darn good job she did, if you ask me!) AND, she made breakfast for everyone. She got out lunch meat and sliced cheese, rolled them up together and up them in the tortilla warmer on the table. When did she get to be a

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Happy New Year, one and all. As always, Christmas and new years and the week between are crazy at our house. Not only do we have our little family Christmas to do, we also have both our families locally. In addition, hubby's birthday is December 26th. It always takes a while to sort through the truckload of gifts that our kids get for Christmas. I really need to take a picture sometime of the

Anna Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189179338363163590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38733151.post-43073407143355115842008-12-29T21:19:00.001-07:002008-12-29T21:19:49.970-07:00

I think K is potty trained.YAY!!That's all I have to say.

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We went to portrait innovations the other day to have family pictures taken. After seeing their advertisements for a picture package for $9.95, we figured it was worth a shot. The trouble was getting 3 kids up, fed, dressed and ready. And happy. That was the kicker. If baby E was happy, K was wiggly and wouldn't cooperate, or B had a cheesy grin. BUT, we got a couple decent pictures. Definitely

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The littlest one over here is currently snuggled up with me on the couch. She's alternating between snoozing and grunting while stretching. Her little grunts are too sweet. during the day. At night, it's a whole 'nother story. It seems that it takes her at least 15 minutes to wake up enough to be ready to eat, which also involves 15 minutes of rather noisey grunting and groaning and stretching

Anna Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189179338363163590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38733151.post-60699115621282227812008-12-01T23:45:00.001-07:002008-12-02T13:50:34.669-07:00

*taken on the webcam, so excuse the quality.*

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My life, right now...~dealing with the difficult transition from nap to no nap with B, while enjoying her wonderful helping spirit and embracing her boundless energy.~helping to encourage K in her ability to "listen and obey" (a frequent refrain at our house) without coming down too hard on her because I know we're all still dealing with the transition.~enjoying without reservation my endless

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All is well on the home front here.The big girls seem to be adjusting well to Baby E, if the amount of hugs and kisses she gets are any indication. :) I find myself saying the craziest things. Tonight it was, "K, do not bonk your sister on the head, especially not with pointy things." ...like it's OK to do it with NON-pointy objects. Seriously.E is growing like a weed. Seems that there's no

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Baby E arrived 4:36am on Thursday. She's just a wee little thing at 6 lbs 15 oz and 19.25 inches long. We all are totally in love.

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There you have it. This baby girl has now reached full term and I'm ready for her to come out. OK, next week would be soon enough, but that's it, no longer. (As if I have a say in it.) B was born at 38weeks and K at 38+4. For Baby E, 38+4 would be Friday of next week, Oct 31st, which is a day I'd prefer to avoid having a birth day on. So, let's say, the 29th. That sound good. Hear that

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As we have prepared B to start preschool and K to become a big sister, I've found myself holding on tight to the precious little people that they are right now. Now wanting to look forward as to what will happen in the future. But just enjoying their sweet personalities, quirks and their absolute adorable-ness.Today, K fell asleep nursing. It's been months since she's done that. If it weren't

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My girls are spending the night with Grandma & Grandpa. Hubby is working until 3am or so. I have the house to myself. It's my birthday. What do I choose to do?Clean the kitchen, do two loads of laundry, clean off the buffet that's always cluttered, clean off the computer desk, oh, and take some belly pics. It's a bit hard with my big ol' camera in my little bathroom. But here it is:23w5dAnd

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I can't tell you the number of times that K has puked in the last 2 weeks. It's so sad. I think that we've deduced that she has a heat sensitivity. A couple days that we've been in the car a lot, she puked later on that night. We don't have a/c in the car, and we've known for quite a while that she sweats really easily. As soon as we get into the car, pretty much, she's got sweat beaded up

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God is so good.Leaving my brother's house this afternoon, kids buckled into the hot car without air conditioning. We were all sweating. Put the key in the ignition. Wouldn't even turn. Steering wheel is locked up, too.I call hubby. (Always my first course of action.) ;) No answer.Try some more. Then unbuckle kids and have them play in the shade in the yard while I work on it more.Call my

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We're having a baby girl! Here she is....

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Some days I feel like this little one is sucking every last drop of energy right out of me. Others, I feel like I'm already into the nesting stage. Crazy to think that we're halfway there. Halfway.Over the weekend I got out my sewing machine and put it to work. I made a couple dipes for K and then an itty bitty (matching) one for our baby. Complete with umbilical cord snap-down. I tell you,

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When I decided to make a new bag/purse for myself recently, I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for--other than something "cute." Walking through the discount fabric store with hubby and both girls, I was continually drawn to fabric that I would never have chosen before. The had....flowers?....on them.... I'm mean, really, flowers? SO not me. But, time and again, I was caught looking at

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I'm not sure that I'm getting this whole blogging thing. I'm having a hard time showing very much about who I am and what I enjoy doing or what I'm interested in. It's so very easy to do snippets of life with children/about children. But that's not who I am. That's what this is supposed to be, about pickle Annie, as my dad calls me. No, it's not really that I love pickles, although we did

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Seems this baby is mover and a shaker. I'm getting lots of little kicks and wiggles and loving every minute. Those who've seen me recently have noticed that I have a wee bit of a baby belly. Let me tell you, it feels a bit more than a wee little belly, but I know where I'll have to go, so I'm not complaining...too much. ;) Fetal development in pregnancy week 18: fetus in fifth month We

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Eating lunch today, B asks, "Mommy, why are you knocked up?"hmmm...still not quite sure how to answer that one.

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A B funny: "Daddy, that tickles my feelings. It makes my tummy laugh!"

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I was really annoyed to not have a car (blown head gasket on my car) for most of a week and feeling very home bound and lonely. I had spent many hours on the telephone, but it just wasn't cutting it. So, Thursday night, after we got kids into jamas, Hubby and I decided to head to Barnes & Noble for a little browsing and some hot chocolate at the cafe. It was actually quite a fun experience,

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In the last month, we've listed our house on the market, sold our house, found a new house, moved in, done all the fixes on our old house and now we're getting ready to close on the old house. WOOHOO!! Thursday is the day! Not to mention that we've done all this with a pregnant wife/mommy. Yeah, not so much fun.I have, however, turned that glorious corner from 1st trimester to 2nd trimester.

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During our nightly reading of Bible stories tonight, we read the stories about Joseph's dreams. The dreams that involved his 11 brothers' bundles of grain bowing down to his bundle of grain and the sun, moon and 11 stars bowing down to him. All of this signifying, of course, that Joseph's parents and brothers would later on bow down to Joseph.Anyway.....B: what's that? (pointing to the picture

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There's a good reason for my absence. I promise. It involves a little white stick with 2 pink lines showing up on it....Or, a little white stick with the letters p r e g n a n t showing up on it.Or both.Or, in my case, 5 little white sticks with 10 pink lines showing up on them AND a little white stick with the word pregnant appearing.Yep, I'm pregnant. Baby number 3 is on the way. The due

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Yesterday. 7am.K cries.Daddy brings her into bed.K lunges for Mommy while whining for milk.Daddy, oh so kindly offers, "K, do you want to snuggle with Daddy?"K, oh so politely responds, "no tank oo daddy."

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This morning I had to drag the kids with me to the social security office to obtain a new social security card. (Kinda scary not knowing where mine is...) After what seemed like an interminable wait (maybe 25 minutes) during which both of my girls charmed one and all around us, we were told that food and drinks were not allowed in the office. Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do to

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B: Mommy, I'm SO BIG now that I'm 4, right?Me: Yes, B, you sure are growing up.B: Mommy, when I'm 5, will I be too big for our house?Me: No, you won't be too big for our house, Kiddo.B: But if I am, we will have to get a new house, right? Do we have the credit card for that?(well, no, we don't. Thank you very much.) ;)-------------------------------------------B's also picked up a couple cute

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Alright, here they are. The pictures from our ski trip. Nothing too exciting, but good memories.Through the bus windown on the way up. We've gotten so much snow this year that you can barely see the top of the fence posts in most places. It's so very serene. The view from the chairlift down into the valley. You can see the resort right in the middle of the picture, too, if you look closely.

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We made it home safe and sound. We had a wonderful day.I only have one more thing to say: OUCHIE!!! *more to come tomorrow*

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OK, how much planning can it take to go skiing for the day? We just have to find all of our snow gear, pack it and the stuff the girls need for the day with grandma and grandpa and hit the road, right? Well, basically yes, but it's not quite that simple. We're leaving the house at 6:40 so we must have for the girls:clothes (2 sets each in case of accidents)shoescoatsdiapers/wipesblankets/special

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Actually, we're the winners. Ok, Hubby is the winner. He called in to a radio show and won 2 lift tickets for a local ski resort. I'm so BEYOND excited. We're hoping to go either this weekend or next, he has yet to actually commit to a date. Neither of us have been skiing since having kiddos and we've never gone together. It should be an adventure. He told me that he's thinking about

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I feel like time is slipping through my fingers. My babies are growing up. Tonight during dinner, B spilled her water and then promptly told me that she was "solving the problem" as she grabbed a towel and started cleaning it up.The past couple night K has opted not to nurse before bed (which used to be a 1/2 hour feeding.) It seems she's now so excited to brush her teeth, she'd rather skip

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Here's what K's hair usually looks like: After a comment that her hair was starting to look like a mullet.....I cut a couple inches off the back. Here's the back last night:And this morning: I could hardly keep my eyes/hands off her hair today. It seems like she went from being my baby to being a little girl overnight. OK, *mushy moment* I love her so much and I'm so proud of the

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...but, seriously, how many other 17 month old's first word combinations are "no, thank you" and "yes please"??

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Let's see. Here's what it took: 22 lbs of pork shoulder20 hours cooking/preparing said pork shoulder9 packages hamburger buns4 lbs fresh veggies12 cans beans2 monster bags of potato chips3 boxes cake mix4 different cake/cupcake pans2 tubs icingassorted sprinkles80 each: plates, cups, napkins, forks8 hours spent making annual slideshow36 of our closest family and friends The Result: (A raging

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Last night we were watching fly fishing. On TV. Yep, the epitome of exciting.Now, I don't really enjoy (or spend time) fishing. But I'm quite sure that watching it on TV is considerably less exciting.It was a very clear sign to me that hubby is seriously missing ESPN. *grin*

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Mine kept me up until 3 this morning. No, not a kid, a book. Yep, that's right, I read until 3am. It was lovely. I could hardly stand to put the book down even then but the thought of taking care of four children all day made me decide enough was enough.Today, I'm paying for it.Is it naptime yet?p.s. I've heard that the act of eating an apple can be better at keeping you awake than caffeine.

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Over the weekend, we were at my aunt's house at a family baby shower for my cousin and his wife. My sisters helped B get her lunch, so she was sitting at a table with them. K and I were sitting at the other table when I heard some laughing. My sister filled me in on what was going on--B said that we were getting a baby at our house for Christmas. That she was thinking the baby should come on

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Known to my family as friends as my "baby page" are several message boards of ladies whose friendship I hold very near and dear to my heart. Some of them I've been with since we found out we were pregnant with B, 4 1/2 years now. My other one is for moms of babies born in Aug 2006. These are women that I go to for advice, support and most of all friendship. This morning, I got onto my Aug 06 baby

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In the bathtub tonight:(chattering away to her sister, her toys, or this time, to a bottle filled with water.)B: Hello, I'm Dr. Phil. How are you?*pause while she's nodding her head*B: Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I'm Dr. Phil B*****.*then more random chatter interspersed with Dr. Phil this and Dr. Phil that.Mommy: B, where did you hear about Dr. Phil?B: On Sesame Street. Remember, he was telling

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While sitting at the dinner table.B: Daddy, I forgot to go potty before dinner.Daddy: Do you need to go?B: Yes, please.D: OK, be quick.(3-4 minutes later.)D: B, come on, let's hustle.B: I have some poops, it's gonna take a couple minutes like Daddy.

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From our family to yours!

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I am SO done Christmas shopping. Hooray! Got all the gifts. EVEN got the scrapbook that I make every year for my mother-in-law completed and ready to be wrapped. HALLELUJAH!!

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Driving in the car the other day, I *think* I hear B say, "Mommy, I would appreciate a drink, please." Wow, what? Did that really just come out of my 3-year-old's mouth? After pausing a second to try to comprehend it, I asked her what she had just said. "I'm just chillin' waitin' for a drink, Mommy." *grin* (I often ask her to 'chill' when I'm trying to do something while she's pestering me

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Months ago after playing with older cousins, B started jumping on her bed while repeatedly saying, "Cobby-cot." For the life of me, I could not figure out what she was saying, but soon forgot about it. After mentioning something about it to my sister, her guess was that she was saying copy cat. AHA! That was it. Well, we now have a "cobby-cot" on our hands. The other day B came downstairs

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1183....That's the number of photos that I deleted off my computer. Photos that I had taken in the last six months. They were all either blurry, had eyes closed, were comletely extraneous or were just duplicates of decent pictures that I had already edited. After deleting ALL those, I still have more than 1,400 pictures left. For just the last six months. Crazy. (I must have cute kids.)

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When stopping for fast food on the way home this evening, we stayed for the obligatory romp in the playplace, which started a bit before enough food was consumed to fill little bellies. Taking the remaining food with us, we climbed into the car and headed home. B was hungry and I directed her toward her bag of food, of which she promptly began looking and asking for her french fries. She had a

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Let me start by saying that as a rule, I'm against CIO. I can never stomach it when it's my own kids and I just feel that it's not necessary. Hubby has been making noises about K needing to be able to go to sleep more on her own lately. Sometimes it takes an hour or more to get her to sleep. There's been a slow progression this week, though, that has led me to do the dreaded CIO. Tonight she

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The other day, Hubby and I made plans to go out for an afternoon date. Usually I enjoy the anticipation more than the actual date (due to no fault of my hubby, but my own.) Here's where the growing pains come in. I'm so incredibly attached to my children. Very attached. Grandma had been (not so patiently) biding her time until I was Ok to allow B to spend the night. That finally happened

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In the midst of throwing together apple crisp last night, B kept coming in asking if she can help. Normally I say yes. Last night, however, I was not in the mood. I told her that I was crabby and would appreciate it if she could go play somewhere other than right in front of the frig or right by me. She happily said OK and trotted off. Into the living room. To play the piano. To sing her crabbies

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Tonight's dinner, that is. Complete and total flop.I had intended to make "Poor Man's Soup" out of one of my mom's old cookbooks. At 4:30, I realized that I had neglected to pre-soak the beans. I got them in for a quick soak which involved bringing the water to a boil then allowing to soak for 1 hour. The first direction for the soup was to let them simmer for 45 minutes. The last direction

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Our volleyball season is just about complete. We had our last practice today, with our last two games to be played tomorrow and Monday. We're a big perterbed that the gym will be closed on Thursday and Friday to have the floor redone, meaning that we'll have a 4 day break before our last game of the season. Poor timing, but not our doing.Soph and I are already talking about next year. We're

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Well, we're still alive. :) It's been crazy busy around here. Hubby got a job and within 48 hours of the job offer, he started working (about 80 hours that first week). It's been a bit of a time of transition for all of us. The girls and I all miss having him around all day. I especially miss the extra set of hands when I'm watching C&C. We're trying a new schedule of full days (9:30-4)

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My precious K,One year ago, I was nursing you for the very first time (as I waited for my pizza.) :) Snuggling your precious little body, still trying to learn what you looked like.....I couldn't stop looking at you. I was kissing all over your beautiful little round head and crying pretty much how I am right now. You are such a joy and a delight, K, a bright spot in our lives and a continual

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Stage 1: More war!Stage 2: God gave us a mighty whoopin'Stage 3: (yesterday) God gave us a mighty weapon No, we aren't teaching our daughter how about war, or for that matter, how to get a whoopin'! :) She learned about it all on her own. Kidding. :) This is B's current favorite song--one that my little sister taught her from her camp counselor day, including actions. It's a great song.

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While B was sitting on the toilet waiting for me to come help her wipe, she says, "Mommy, look, (as she pointed into the toilet) I made a rocket and a ball!" (this was complete with signs.)

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With Hubby home lately, we've been enjoying a bit more family time. The other day, we ran a couple errands, picked up some sandwiches and went to a park to eat. The girls were much more interested in playing than eating, go figure. K has learned a new "trick." She can get herself up to a standing position pretty much anywhere. She's quite proud of herself, as are we. *grin* I think that we

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Anna Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189179338363163590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38733151.post-25671515630010983272007-06-06T09:18:00.000-06:002007-06-06T09:24:07.800-06:00

No...not me...as far as I know. :)My friend forever, Camille, had her baby boy! Camille and I met about 10 years ago, when we worked together, planned our weddings together 6 years ago and pick up where we left off no matter how long it's been since we've seen each other. She's since been divorced and is engaged to a wonderful new man, the baby's daddy.After getting the call the other day saying

Anna Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189179338363163590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38733151.post-52756864372243842702007-06-05T10:52:00.000-06:002007-06-05T11:08:17.987-06:00

This morning, B got a juice box and came to snuggle in bed with me. After she climbed up, she turned the box around, looking at the box and said, "Let's see how it says...... drink it all and throw it in the garbage. Drink it all and don't squeeze it."

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Today my precious baby girl K is 10 months old. Where has the time gone? Here are some of her most recent accomplishments:~Just yesterday, she started saying "up"~Started saying "uh oh" (or sometimes "oh uh")~Says bah-bye in context, albeit a bit delayed.~Says aforementioned bah-bye in combination with waving~Said DADA for the first time (of course, hubby wasn't home.)~Continues to say mama, but

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