tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53200986052679119582024-03-14T03:21:59.501-04:00the meyer lemonsmake something out of what life gives youLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-75173683696567345402016-08-04T23:24:00.000-04:002016-08-04T23:24:19.876-04:0034Part I.<br />
Today was my 34th birthday; just a normal day, really. Got up a little later than normal but before everyone else still, L waking as I was putting on my clogs to go outside. Let out the chickens; one little hen ran out the wrong door of the coop and was in with the mean old hens and the pubescent roosters, so I had to chase her down and get her back on the other side. Harvested Roma tomatoes, and checked on the progress of the heirloom tomatoes and bell peppers. Made my way back inside, got showered and dressed, which now includes homemade deodorant, the current recipe of which isn't really working, but I've been off of conventional deodorant for seven months now and I'm determined not to go back. Dressing now includes hand-me-downs from my aunt and about eight days worth of different shirts, some with holes. My favorite purse is fraying too. These are days of completely wearing things out, still feeling a little like a have-not. Oh well.<br />
Mom called on my way out the door; otherwise, not sure if I would have called anyone this morning. Going through something where I don't really feel like talking to anyone. Feeling isolated and alone, not sure if anyone would understand. Taking refuge in music during my time.<br />
Office all day. Too much sugar, and personalities, and stuff coming in from every which direction. But it will be there again in the morning.<br />
Home. Kids have had a fever this week, and lying around. Pizza Hut, my choice, a treat these days, for dinner, and ice cream cake for dessert. One of the only things NT would eat all day, and possibly one of the only things she smiled about all day. Poor kid. Cool bath, books, bed. AD is in bed with LG, taking a break from his nightly Prime or Netflix binge, and thus the laptop is available.<br />
<br />Part II.<br />
I remember last year on my birthday taking and posting a selfie of myself crying in my car, trying to be transparent to all about something I'd not been letting on about--that my parents were divorcing and I was stuck in the middle, trying to support everyone, as I do. While there were not any tears today, I'd be lying if I said there has not been an amount of heartbreak and sorrow in my life this past year. There's the realization that "home" as I knew it has completely changed. The house I grew up in, and the house I started my own family in, now belong to other families. The stuff I grew up with, a pot used for popping popcorn, dishes, silverware, tables, blankets, and people, all familiar, are now in two different and foreign places. Other family getting ready to move away, to places I may not go for a long time. It's a realization that I can never really go home again. And because this place doesn't completely feel like MY home, there's just this feeling that creeps in sometimes that I don't really belong anywhere. Here, there are missing parts. Friends with whom I have a history and memories. People who care about me, get me, seek me. There's a feeling here, that if I were to just disappear, people would probably be over it in about a month. That is aside from my family, of course. Perhaps its our age, or season of life, but everyone here seems so set in their ways, and they are not without their friends for which they have history, memories, for which they care, get, and seek, that there's not room for me. From season to season, month by month, it does get a little better, but I wonder how long it will take. So, to put it plainly, I am lonely.<br />
And stressed.<br />
And anxious.<br />
Work is busy, and demanding, and competitive. And it's all we have to keep afloat, and it's barely enough, which makes it all seem very heavy. There's an overarching feeling that I need to be "on" all the time, at work and at home--that I should be paying attention and listening very closely, that every word and action should be considered and deliberate. It's thinking too much and yet not enough both at the same time.<br />
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Part III. <br />
I think about my children, and how they will look back on their childhood, and how they will remember me. Will they not be able to remember times when I played with them, because they are few? Will they remember me getting up early, rushing to leave, with them for a few hours after work before bedtime, staying up late, always tired? Will they remember all the projects that I started for them, but never finished? Will they remember that I cared a little too much about food, that many of our days together I'd be looking to food as a fix? Will they one day understand that I had a sadness that existed apart from them, that I harbored alone?<br />
The things I think they may remember -- that I always let them play in the bath longer than their father did -- that I always pushed bedtime back so they could be read books -- that I sat at the dinner table with them for a long time while they finished eating (or not eating) -- that I held their hand walking around the yard. <br />
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Part IV.<br />
There is simple joy in the everyday. Pulling a firm tomato, saturated with color, from the vine. The striations in the rind of a growing watermelon or pumpkin. Tucking a chicken up under my arm. Striding up the hill. Noticing my muscles changing beneath my skin. Watching the fields change with the season, and observing what the farmers are doing that day (today it was the height and color of the corn and soybeans, hay raked and in the process of being baled).<br />
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I think I'm at my capacity tonight. I had meant to be in bed two hours ago. There are still chickens and guineas to be put away outside (though I'll be honest, the guineas are not intelligent enough to go into the coop in the chicken tractor, and they feel funny in my hands--maybe dusty?--and they were free, so I am probably not going to go the effort of trying to get them in their coop). Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-13087964748825217772015-08-11T00:41:00.001-04:002015-08-11T00:41:47.981-04:00These days, these nights[Annual blog post here]. 2015 has been quite the year thus far. We started out knowing that it would take us from the metro Detroit suburbs to the mid East coast by the halfway mark, but the timing and circumstances were unexpectedly changed. God most definitely orchestrated every detail--everything lined up, and I have a new job, A has a new role, and we have a new home. There is a lot to be done on the property before winter comes, and a lot to be done at my work before annual enrollment sets in [and so much that I would like to be done within these walls for my mind's organizational wellbeing, and my soul's creative satisfaction]. The days can be long here, with fewer friends and neighbors, and greater distances between everything (from the mailbox to the closest place to buy milk). The work is hard here, with little shade where you need it and an unrelenting sun. Learning curves and heavy loads. But at the end of the long, hard day, you ease into bed knowing you've pushed yourself a little further physically and mentally, and will pick up where you left off when the morning light wakes you (or your alarm/four-year-old insists you get moving).<br> Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-27875495247896861272014-06-07T20:53:00.000-04:002015-01-04T22:05:16.465-05:00A few more minutesNT is in the throes of teething right now, and has been chomping and pulling when she eats, so there will be no pumping tonight. However, I can throw a few minutes out for this here blog's sake. Theoretically, I would pick up where I left off last night, but today has made me weary.<br />
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This morning my mom and I took the kids to the Farmington farmer's market, and they were also having their [very small] art fair downtown, so we did that for a few hours. We had lunch and each commandeered a cart and a kid at Target so I could pick up some essentials that were on sale (I saved $37 and got a $15 gift card, so I did pretty good and was very thankful for Mom's help). That portion of the day was nice, aside from the time that LG would not go to the bathroom as my mom and I had been telling him to do, and I got to watch him do the potty dance and then pee himself right in front of me while I was nursing NT. I was pretty pissed; he's been potty trained since January, and this was not really an accident, this was just him being defiant.<br />
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The rest of the day kind of followed in that vein. LG would not take a nap and made such a ruckus that it woke NT up. He was sassy with me during dinner. Then he dumped a pile of landscaping pebbles on the lawn after I told him not to. Praise Jesus that he didn't put up too much of a fight with bathing, and that my parents stopped by right as NT was about to lose it, so I got to put her to bed right away and Mom did all the bedtime prep work for LG. And he went down okay. <br />
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It's a good thing for LG (and all toddlers, I'm sure) that the good half of the things that come out of his mouth outweigh the naughty. Today he asked me to put butt paste on him, had sunscreen applied, and had a sprayer bath, and after each he said "that feels so much better."<br />
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As always, there is much to be done around the house that is mentally nagging and pulling at me, but I am in bed (after a very short and refreshing shower). Hopefully a little extra rest will help me cope with whatever tomorrow brings.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-52391709894608760392014-06-07T00:05:00.001-04:002014-06-07T00:05:08.866-04:0010 minutes: Go!Six and a half months later...<br />
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I am starting to run low on my freezer stash of breastmilk, so I've started pumping before I go to bed. There has been no alarm setting to pump in the middle of the night like there was with LG. There is no compression to get every last drop of milk out. I just start the pump and go for ten minutes (more, if there is more). I thought instead of paying bills, clipping coupons, or doing Facebook or Pinterest, I'd put some sort of update up here.<br />
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Our baby girl, who we'll call NT in the context of this blog, came the day after my last blog post, at 37 weeks 4 days--the same day in the pregnancy as her older brother. Apparently my body has an eject timer. I woke up at 7:30am that morning, got up and sat on the toilet, and felt some sort of internal pop or a drop, which I noted as interesting. Right about then LG found me, and he had pooped in his Pull Up (he did that a lot in those days, as well as trying to change it himself and getting it everywhere). I took him upstairs to change him, and just felt like I couldn't handle sitting down and doing it right then, so I woke up AD and told him about the pop/drop and asked him to change LG. I got in the shower and AD came to discuss what might be going on; I was starting to feel a little achy/crampy, so I told him to go upstairs and start breakfast--I'd finish showering, we'd have breakfast, and regroup from there. Well, the contractions started, breakfast got left half-cooked on the stove, LG went to the neighbors, and set off for the hospital at 8:34am. Luckily the rush hour traffic was headed the opposite direction and we made it to the hospital in 9 minutes at 8:43am. I think I had three pretty intense contractions in the car. I had another while we were waiting for the elevator. When we got into the room I really felt like I needed to sit on the toilet. While I was there, I had another contraction and started screaming. The nurses rushed in and ordered that I come out of the bathroom and get on the bed. They checked me and I was at 8cm (read: transition). The nurses got busy calling all sorts of people in and hooking up the fetal monitor. I had one or two more contractions and the on-call doctor was getting suited up. My OB was the on-call doctor from our practice and was luckily in the office (right next to the hospital), and got there just in time to relieve the other doctor. She checked me and told me I could push. Three pushes later, NT came out all in one push like a water rocket (the pop/drop was my water breaking, but her head was so low it had corked all of the water so there was no leakage prior to birth). She was born at 9:13am, 7lbs 12oz, 22+ in, with a very nicely shaped head that was covered in dark brown hair.<br />
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Okay, so that was about 20 minutes of typing, but a good stopping place. More to come at my next nighttime pumping session (maybe...)<br />
<br />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-60851346814375812242014-06-06T23:40:00.000-04:002015-08-11T00:56:37.539-04:00<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, I guess I should start where I left off: </span></span><br>
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wednesday, November 20, 2013, 37 weeks 3 days pregnant with baby #2. </span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had little energy or motivation that day, so I hung out with AD while he finished cleaning up the kitchenette area in our basement where he'd just processed a deer (he jokingly told me I could have the baby as soon as this was cleaned up). I shared with him my anxieties about when and how the baby would be coming, and we both decided that we should just let the baby come when she was ready.</span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I put LG to bed that night. During the week or so prior, we'd been telling him that it was almost time for him to be the big brother--that little sissy was going to need a lot of attention when she came out, and while he didn't have to go to sleep, he needed to stay in his room and be quiet at bedtime--and it was actually kind of working. That night, however, I laid down with him. He put his arm around my neck and asked me to hold him, and I thought about how this could be one of the last nights where I could stay with him until he fell asleep.</span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And on to:</span></span><br>
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Thursday, November 21, 2013, 37 weeks 4 days pregnant with baby #2.</span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I woke up around 2:30 that morning. I braced myself and tightened core my muscles to roll from one side to the other and up to sitting, which I'd become accustomed to doing over the past few months as my hips loosened up. I went to the bathroom and something told me I had better have something to eat, so I had a bowl of cereal.</span></span><br>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-20037915757515157452013-11-20T10:47:00.000-05:002013-11-20T10:47:28.071-05:00Nervously waiting<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">On this day in my pregnancy with LG (37 weeks 3 days), I spent a Sunday afternoon with my dad's side of the family for Gami Brunch, where I was told by my family that I would either be having the baby the next day (on my cousin's daughter's birthday) or before Christmas (that Friday). I told them they were all crazy, as there was no evidence that the baby was coming soon--I hadn't "dropped," had any real contractions, lost my plug, or even had effacement/dilation checked by my doctor. However, a couple hours later at home, standing at the bottom of the stairs wrapping up a casserole and talking to AD, I felt a giant blub and told AD, "honey, something just happened in my pants." My water had broken, contractions started up, and LG was born the next morning. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So here I am again at 37 weeks 3 days, one month shy of three years later, with a different set of circumstances. Almost two weeks ago (35 weeks 4 days), huffing my way back to my car after dropping LG at daycare, I was ragged and weary from the pace of working full-time and being a single mom part-time. I called the doctor, expecting them to have me come in, but since I'd been having Braxton Hicks and cramps, they insisted I go to the hospital to get checked out. I was 3-4cm dilated and 70% effaced, and since this was my second baby, they kept me overnight, then released me from the hospital and from work the next morning with instructions to take it easy and try to get to 37 weeks (or more). The following morning, I lost my plug. Almost two weeks later- I'm about the same, though getting even bigger, more uncomfortable, and starting to get anxious. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've been having a hard time falling asleep when I lay down in</span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> bed at night, even though I tell myself that this could be the last good rest I get before labor begins. I get this nervous feeling in my chest and have to concentrate on breathing. Though I've now read Ina May's <i>Guide to Childbirth</i> two times in the past months, have ideas of what I might do differently this time, have evidence that things might be different this time, and have a positive attitude, I'm still anxious. So, I think it might be helpful to just put out there some of the things that are worrying me:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- AD has not had to work since the 9th. He'll go back to work on the 26th--the Tuesday before Thanksgiving--and work through the 30th--the day after Thanksgiving. If I go into labor while he's at work, he's going to have a hell of a time getting home with the holiday travel. So I'm wondering, should we try to use some natural labor induction methods to get things moving so Baby Girl Meyer arrives before he goes back to work? Or would it be best to just let her come when she's ready and risk AD missing her birth? My next doctor appointment is tomorrow, so I guess we'll just wait and see what she thinks.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Due to the fact that I have Group B Strep, that I'm already 4cm dilated, and since this is my second baby and my labor (not pushing, unfortunately) with LG was relatively short, the doctor has stressed that I need to get to the hospital right away when I go into labor. But what if this labor is different, and going in right away leads to Pitocin or C-section?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- This is going to sound really silly coming from someone who had her first child, and is planning on having her second child without any pain medication, but the IV I had at the hospital two weeks ago hurt the whole time it was in and for a couple days afterwards. Not looking forward to having another. Also, my doctor has said that I can just have the IV put in and injections of antibiotics put through without having fluids (I swear all of the fluid ended up in my feet last time), but I fear I'm going to have to argue with hospital staff about it.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Finally, there are aspects of LG's birth and postpartum that I do not want to repeat: I pushed for three hours, different positions did not seem to help, and was really worn out by the end. I tore really badly. 10 days after he was born, I had severe bleeding and clotting, had two excruciating pelvic exams in the ER (seriously more painful than actually having LG), and a D&C to remove placental tissue. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So there it is, my fear. If you're the praying type, please keep these things in prayer for me.</span></span>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-55717300575978811742013-06-27T21:04:00.000-04:002013-06-27T21:04:24.319-04:00Tonight<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">All day, I had an idea of what I would do with the quiet part of my evening once the toddler feeding, bathing, and bedding were complete--I was either going to work on the basement portion of "the great shuffle" that will be going on in our house throughout the next few months to get LG's big boy room ready, or I was going to work on some (non-post) bloggy stuff I need to do. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">But the evening played out differently. I was able to pick up LG from daycare a little earlier than normal, and it started storming right as we pulled in the driveway (he was thrilled at the opportunity to use the umbrella, or "la" as he calls it). It was so dark inside the house that I turned a lamp on. We played with his cars, and he helped me get dinner ready.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">During dinner, I realized that these days of just him and I, so simple--no working on projects or running to the hardware store like when his dad is home, but an easy meal, a brief task like watering the garden or taking out the trash, bath, and bedtime--are numbered. Soon we will have to navigate a whole new routine that meets the physical needs of an infant and the emotional needs of a toddler.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">While I was rocking quietly in LG's darkened room as he settled down into his crib, I was at peace, and decided I was just going to clean up the kitchen and go to bed. You see, AD had been </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">home </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">the two days prior, and kept me up on feet well into the night working on plans and designs for the garden and basement. And to be honest, I've been sleeping much better when I have the whole bed to myself. Finally, yesterday was the first time I can definitively say that I felt this new baby move, and it moved over and over again throughout the evening, as if to assure me of it's presence. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">So tonight, I will put my plans aside, and hopefully drift off into a long sleep to the tappings of this little one.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></span>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-3298937551973640682013-06-22T23:59:00.000-04:002013-06-22T23:59:50.154-04:00100%<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I know I've shared some things before about how AD's profession as a pilot affects our lives (if you want to read about it, click on the "life of a wife of a pilot" label to the right). While I'm not about to do a full out post about the ins and outs of being a pilot's wife, I had a realization today that I want to record.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">AD and LG have been visiting AD's family this week, and I have had a bit of free time (which could have been a bit better structured--but hey, I'm pregnant, so what my mind wants to do and what my body will do are two very different things). One of the things I've done with my single girl time is watch a couple of chick flicks. Today I browsed new releases and picked "Friends with Kids," mostly because it had Maya Rudolph and Kristen Wiig in it, and also because it was a comedy about people in their 30's with kids. The storyline is basically that a gal and guy who are BFs decide to have a baby together because the clock is ticking and neither have found the one. And, you guessed it, they realize they're in love with each other and end up together. But not before one realizes it before the other and they spend some time apart.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At first, the friends-with-a-kid-but-not-romantically-involved thing seems to be working really well for the friends, especially regarding mundane, everyday life. When the female protagonist tells the male protagonist that she wants to be a real family, he's not ready. So they spend their time apart, and in the last scene when he's winning her back, he tells her that they were wrong in thinking that they would raise a kid together [as friends] so they could still have the "romantic part" separately, but that he realized that the raising a kid together was the romantic part.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And in a lot of ways, I agree. Mundane, everyday life, and being a family is romantic to me. So I was thinking about what everyday life is like for AD and I. I work Monday through Friday, and he works Thursday/Friday through Monday/Tuesday, so my weekend is Saturday and Sunday, and his is Tuesday through Thursday(ish). There isn't a regular day (or two) when one of us isn't waking up to an alarm and going to work. We don't get to wake up together and spend the whole day together. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I get him after he's worked four days with very little sleep.</span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> He gets me after I've been up and worked eight hours. </span></span> </span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've been saying lately (though not to him, at least in a direct manner) that AD is going to run me ragged, because when I get home after work he wants to work together to make some progress on projects--this summer it's been the garden box, compost container, basement shelving, etc. While I'm so thankful to have a husband who wants to spend time with me and has the motivation of the Energizer bunny, all this pregnant lady really wants to do after work is have dinner, have some playtime with the kid before he goes to bed, do a load of wash or something low key, and go to bed.</span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And while I am happy and our life works--Logan usually only has to go to daycare three days a week and we each get two days off with him, we get three/four days each week when we spend as much after-work time together as we can--I can't help but think that I want to wake up and be with them all day. I want to wake up and give them 100% of myself, not what's left over after eight hours of work, because I love them so much and they deserve it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am not saying that anything needs to change; I'm just sharing this realization, and this longing in my heart.</span></span>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-15706913968852402182013-06-16T15:51:00.000-04:002013-06-16T15:51:30.523-04:00Happy Father's Day<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">To my husband:</span></span>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-37695028105534498902013-06-03T23:22:00.002-04:002013-06-03T23:22:30.744-04:00Monday, Monday<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today was a lousy day, and I am weary. This is one of the verses that the Lord has really put on my heart this year: </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I can barely believe that it’s the
end of May. Not a lot of posting up in here this month, for a few reasons:</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">1.<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"></span><span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The first
part of the month I was getting us ready for vacation. Lots of shopping for the
perfect pair or sandals for me, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> boardies for AD, and small items to keep LG
busy during his first airplane ride, along with paying bills, washing, packing,
etc.</span></span></span></div>
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vacation for a week, during which time I unplugged. No email, Facebook, blogs,
Internet-anything. It was </span></span></span><br />
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pregnant the whole month. How’s that for a super low key life event reveal? I
am currently 12 weeks and due </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> December 8<sup>th</sup>. I’ve been tired,
nauseated, and hungry.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Besides the vacation and
pregnancy, I was also a perfectionist throughout the entire month (okay,
throughout my entire life). Though I know things don’t need to be perfect and
have come a long, long way, perfectionism still trips me up, wedges itself
between me and my dreams, and sometimes paralyzes me. If I don’t have the
(time, energy, resources) to do this (blog post, DIY project, event, meal) to
an acceptable level I’ve created in my head, I just won’t do it at all.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">In terms of the blog, I don’t have
the time or energy right now to make it read, look, feel the way I want it to,
which has been a stumbling block to recording and sharing what’s been going on
in our lives, in my head, and in my heart this year. </span></span></span></div>
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fun to highlight my first blogiversary (and Mother’s Day, and the new bebe)
this month, it didn’t happen. I did go back and read my first blog post, and
realized that I need to get back to where I was a year ago: simply writing as a
way to share memories, work out some things going on in my head/heart, and
hopefully glorifying God. Not posting photojournalistic snapshots with each
post, using the perfect graphic and font, getting followers, getting my
projects pinned, etc. So I’m going back to basics for a
while. If I have time to get my photos uploaded and edited, great, but if not,
it’ll just be memories and meaningful content.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">So, here’s what I’m noodling on
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><u>Part I </u></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">My family (AD, LG, and I) and the
fam I’m from (mom, dad, brother, brother’s girlfriend) spent last week with my
mom’s aunt’s family at a gorgeous beach house on St. Simons Island, Georgia
(it’s on the coast between Savannah and Jacksonville). We had a wonderful
time—I will definitely be doing a detailed post about our trip with pics at
some point—but what’s really struck me since I’ve been home is the simple
beauty of that place. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Last week it was the ocean, beach,
and marshes, lush foliage and hanging moss, colorful homes of all types of
architecture, vintage-style bikes, the sunshine, the breeze. And this week,
driving to the grocery store and looking around, I’m seeing concrete,
powerlines, restaurants and strip malls, and house after house after house in
one of four styles with grass and one or two trees (in one of five species) in
the yard. This culture shock of sorts made me realize what an effect being
surrounded by a beautiful environment can have on your spirit. Now, I know
comparing an upscale vacation destination and working-class metropolitan area
isn’t quite fair. And I’m not saying that I don’t see some beauty in some parts
of the suburbs or city, but as indicated in my use of the word “some” in
the first part of this sentence, it is often an exception, not the norm; something that must be sought out or looked for, not simply taken in.
There are a lot of people who would tell me that I need to choose to find the beauty in the everyday, blah blah blah.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">All that said, I know there are a lot of beautiful places--city and country, in all directions, near and far--that working people can live. While it has been in our family plan to eventually move out to a big piece of land with hills and trees and water and be as self-sufficient as possible, traveling to this beautiful place confirmed it that much more, and brought the goal into finer focus.</span></span></span><br />
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<u><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Part II</span></span></span></u><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">On Tuesday, AD, LG, and I hopped in the car as soon as I got home from work, headed to a nursery down by the airport that has quality plants for <i>cheap</i>. When we got there, we were greeted by a sign telling us that they were sold out and closed until they'd have farm produce in late July. So we took a different way home, one in which we'd pass a few more nurseries. A little way down the road, in a city we only ever pass through, I made AD pull over because my stomach was getting empty and making me feel like I was going to puke. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The next place to pull over was a gas station with a McDonald's. So we got out of our decade-old car, all of us in t-shirts, jeans, and flip flops, and ordered dinner. And the overwhelming feeling while we were there was that we were not welcome there, mostly because we were not black.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">And I just thought, this is BS. I live in this county, my taxes help out here, and I can't get some chicken McNuggets without dealing with crap? And then all of the ranting I hear from my father, who grew up in Detroit but now calls it a dump (among other things), and the comments from my aunt and uncle when they get back from visiting my cousin's family in Charlotte, all started to make sense. I was asking myself, why should I deal with a corrupted city that can't help itself (can we say Kwame?), horrible roads, high gas prices, when I don't have to?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">And these musings bring me to an ongoing internal struggle between optimism and pessimism, and a question I ask myself all the time about a lot of things: When do you keep trying, and when do you give up on (your city, job, family, friends, religion, sports team, ____)?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">This city has me feeling this way this week, but even more so over the past year, I've felt this way towards the behavior of some people in my life that I care about. As I've grown older, I've become more complacent; less likely to speak my mind if I feel that something or someone has done wrong. I've been wondering whether it's that I'm afraid of the lasting consequences of being really straight up/standing up to someone, whether I'm being complacent because these people are not a part of my everyday life and dealings, or whether an appropriate opportunity just hasn't come along yet. The one thing that resonates with me, though, is that doing and saying nothing just perpetuates a bad cycle that could at least change, and maybe one day end.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Well, this post was...</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">...all over the place?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">...moving in the right direction</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">...cathartic</span></span></span><br />
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</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-9111616935184192532013-05-08T23:37:00.002-04:002013-05-10T16:17:39.341-04:00Dress code<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today I took a huge load of clothes to the consignment shop. The majority of it still fit, but don't quite fit with my lifestyle anymore--I don't have to dress up for work, I like my tops longer since having a baby, etc. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But the dresses. Oh, the dresses. You see, I don't really buy or wear dresses except for special occasions, and so the dresses hold some sentimental value. Included in the load were:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- The dress I wore at my high school graduation party</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- The dress I wore to AD's friend's wedding during my first trip home with him</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- The dress I wore to AD's best friend's wedding and caught the bouquet:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- The dress I wore to my tea party bridal shower:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> - The dress I wore to my official bridal shower:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> - A dress I wore on our honeymoon.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">All were five years or older. Sad to see them go. I wonder what I'll have to part with five years from now...</span></span>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-1476775091567377412013-04-29T22:02:00.002-04:002013-04-29T22:02:26.574-04:00LG the bookworm<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If you've ever spent time with a toddler, you have likely experienced the moment when you realize that it's been a while since you been pulled away from the task at hand, and your child is very quiet. Luckily for me, lately when these moments strike while LG and I are upstairs, I can usually find him in his room like this: </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And then one night after LG had gone to his room while I was rinsing out the bathtub, I found him like this:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had even told AD that LG's reading habit afforded me an extra 20 minutes of dozing one Saturday morning. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(you can watch this year's <a href="http://hope-lutheran-church.com/pages/page.asp?page_id=250572&programId=149825" target="_blank">here</a>--it was <i>amazing</i>), we had our ceremony at home.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">LG actually wore the same suspendered knickers and cap his father wore for his dedication some thirty years earlier.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've been working on a post about my journey to Flourish (I went to the first retreat--yes, I am one of the women who took a leap of faith and traveled across the country to spend a weekend with people I had never met), but for today, I'll share with you the details on the mason jars glasses.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After the first retreat, I knew I wanted to do something to contribute to the second retreat. My mom, my dad, and I have been to <span style="color: #0b5394;"><a href="http://www.viadecristo.org/who.php" target="_blank">Via de Cristo</a></span> retreats, which are based on Spanish Catholic <span style="color: #0b5394;"><a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cursillo" target="_blank">Cursillo</a></span> methods, and have retained a lot of the Spanish influences, one of them being the concept of palanca. Via de Cristo retreat participants receive symbols of palanca throughout their weekend in the form of notes and/or trinkets, but palanca is really prayer for the participant. So these mason jar glasses were my palanca for the women of the second Flourish retreat; I prayed for Emily, KK, and all of the women who were going to be at Flourish as I made them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I also knew that I wanted to do something that would be useful for the women while they were at the retreat. Since we mostly marked our names on disposable cups at the first retreat (with the exception of Emily's grandmother's awesome vintage peanut butter glasses), I thought it would be useful to do personalized, reusable glasses, and since the retreat has a rustic/vintage/shabby chic vibe, mason jars were perfect. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So. I'm sure you've seen 1,001 types of mason jars and 1,001 things you can do with them all over Pinterest. If you're buying them new at the store, they generally come in packs of 4-12--they usually have the brand name on one side, a picture on the other, and then measurements somewhere in between, so they're kind of busy to begin with. Therefore, I opted to go for Ball quilted jelly jars, which are sold individually (at least at Joann's, which is the only place around here that I've seen them). </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">For the personalization, I used <span style="color: #0b5394;"><a href="http://www.plaidonline.com/martha-stewart-glass/brand/detail.htm" target="_blank">Martha Stewart Crafts Glass Paint</a></span>, which is supposedly cured and dishwasher safe after 21 days, or by baking in a 350 degree oven for 30 minutes (I opted for the second option). I used the gloss opaque finish in Pool, Camelia Pink, Arrowhead, and Vanilla Bean (color not pictured below). Since I have perfectionist tendencies, I also opted for the <span style="color: #0b5394;"><a href="http://www.plaidonline.com/martha-stewart-crafts-glass-adhesive-stencils-clas/33275/item.htm" target="_blank">Martha Stewart Crafts Adhesive Stencils</a></span> instead of going freehand; I used the typewriter script and fair isle dot sets. Martha Stewart Crafts also makes a ton of other tools and accessories to go with their glass paints, including squeegees, pouncers and daubers, brushes, and scrapers, and I did actually buy a set of assorted pouncers, daubers, and rollers, but honestly liked the generic pouncer I already had (pictured below) better because it was more stiff and dried faster. I bought all of this stuff at Joann's or Michael's [with coupons].</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The process was pretty simple: apply adhesive stencil to glass, dab the pouncer in a <u>little bit</u> of paint, dab it on the stencil, and remove the stencil before the paint is dry. I washed my stencils with water right away, and they held up through many uses.</span></span>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'd basically do the first letter one day, let the glasses sit for about 24 hours (Martha Stewart Crafts provided no guidance regarding how long the paint should cure before placing an adhesive stencil over it), do the second letter and the first accent the next day, and then do the final accent the third day. As I said above, they sell scrapers made specifically for removing paint from glass, but I found that a metal dental scraper worked just fine :) </span></span><br />
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LG, it’s been five months since my last letter to you. And a busy five months
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;">At
the writing of my last letter, your Nana and I were busy working on your
Halloween costume, which is probably the last costume for which you have no input</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;">. Since the first animal noise you could consistently make was a growl and I
had a good idea for a DIY costume, you were a lion (tutorial coming later this summer for all you blog readers). You went around the
cul-de-sac and across the street; we probably hit about ten houses, and you were starting to the hang of trick-or-treating. </span></span></span></span><br />
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during the fall, owls became your favorite animal, which inspired the theme for
your 2<sup>nd</sup> birthday celebration. Currently, the animal you’re most
interested in is a “durtle.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Luckily,
your father’s one week of vacation (airline pilots bid their vacation, and it
is awarded based on seniority) fell during the week before Christmas, so we
were able to spend your birthday with Daddy’s side of the family in Maryland.
For our owl theme, we had the Dubs next door make you a personalized birthday
shirt; the front had an owl on it, and said “Look Whooo’s Two!” and the back
had your name and birth date. W</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;">e also had the Dubs make shirts for
your cousins on Mommy’s side of the family for Gami brunch, as shown below with
your Birthday Buddy CD:</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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visit to the village firehouse to see their annual train garden display, along
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Genesis doesn’t explain why God created little boys to be crazy about anything
with wheels (or why all children love Elmo), but it’s certainly the case with you, and “dooh-dooh”s are by far your
favorite. You were thrilled that Nona and Pop Pop sent home the wooden train table that has now replaced (two times over in size) the coffee table in our family room. I’m not going to lie, your father hates it and is already trying to
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24/7 that week, or maybe because you were away from home and out of your
routine, but it seemed like your "terrible two" symptoms kicked into
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snacks in the lower part of their refrigerator for your older cousins to help
themselves to while they're over. We don't really give you juice at home, and
when we do, it's watered down and definitely not in a colorful box with a straw;
however, we thought it would be fine if you had one of these little boxes per
day while we were at Nona and Pop Pop's. Well, after you got your fix on the
day we arrived, any time someone would open the refrigerator, you'd have a
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sleep all four of your cousins; it has a twin bunk, two toddler beds, and a
pack 'n play. Since the pack ‘n play was set up for your little cousin CZ, we
pulled one of the toddler mattresses onto the floor for you to sleep on. Getting
you down for the night wasn’t too bad, but we struggled with your naps; the
biggest contributing factor, I think, is that you’re used to room-darkening
shades at home, and the kids’ room at Nona and Pop Pop’s only have shutters
across the bottom third of the windows. So naps were very difficult, and some days
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in Maryland was different than it had been at home, we were able to switch up
your bedtime routine when we returned home. Prior to the trip, we were reading
several books before bed, and I was rocking you to sleep and then placing you
in your bed. When we returned from Maryland, we whittled it down to just two
books each night, and the same books every night (Thomas's ABC Book and
Goodnight Goodnight Construction Site). After the books, I rock you for
precisely four minutes, and then put you in your bed and tuck you in. Since you
have made no attempts to escape, you’re still sleeping in your crib, and will
continue to do so until a) you try climb out, b) you’re too heavy to be lifting
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seems to be finished with dinner. We go to take your food away, and you
holler and cry for it back. So we put your plate back in front of you,
and you push it away. So we take it away again, you want it back again,
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come upstairs for the evening and go into the bathroom. I ask you if
you if you want to try and sit on the potty, and start pulling your
britches down. You throw a fit, so I pull them back up and tell you
we'll go to your room to get in your jammies and read books, and start
heading that way. You do not follow, because you are still in the
bathroom, trying to pull down your pants. You will fight me whether I go
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> is lovably sassy), which gives you an opportunity to giver her a hug (and sometimes make smooching noises) on our way out. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This week I'll share with you what you'd see first if you were coming over our place for a visit: the exterior.</span></span><br />
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<u><b><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The Front:</span></span></b></u><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then: Dingy white front and garage door, muddled grey siding and shutters, gold accents galore, overgrown bushes.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now: Red front and garage door, grey/brown shutters, "brushed nickel" accents, and trimmed bushes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And if you're really good at those "what's different" picture puzzles, you may have noticed that there are no shadows from tree limbs across the front lawn and driveway in the 2013 picture, and that's because [despite our opposition] the city came and cut down our boulevard tree last month (LG watched, saying "bye bye tree" and "uh-oh" every time a branch fell). And if you also noticed that there are less branches in the upper right corner of the 2013 picture, you're right, and that's because we [begrudingly] had to have the big black walnut tree in our backyard removed in 2011. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">One spring day in 2011, AD decided that he could no longer deal with the fact that some of the red pavers that made up our little porch were cracking apart and falling off around the edges. So he did what any man would do while his wife was out running errands: he started ripping out the porch. During the process, he determined that the pillar was decorative, not structural, so that got ripped out, too.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So we picked out some grey/brown pavers, and he redid the porch and extended the pavers down the drive and back over to the house to create a flowerbed where there used to be <strike>grass</strike> weeds and mud. It doesn't look super attractive in the picture below, but we have daffodils (thanks Aunt N & C!), tulips and grape hyacinth (from my Nana's house), creeping myrtle and hostas (thanks to the Dubs next door), and lavender. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then: Dingy grey aluminum siding with patches of mismatched paint, AC unit, satellite dish, wires everywhere.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now:
White vinyl siding, no AC unit or satellite dish, small fraction of the
wires. Plus rain barrel, baby swing (thanks to AD's mom & dad), and
playhouse (thanks abcDe!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">AD discovered last year that part of our roof needed some repairs that would require him to remove siding. So, AD and his dad fixed the roof, and AD did the siding on the entire second floor of the house. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have to say, there's probably no way we could have afforded some of these projects if AD wasn't such a handy guy and we had to pay a contractor to do it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">AD would like to do redo the roof in a dark grey architectural shingle. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia;">Anyhow, he just released his first EP this last weekend, and this big Sis couldn't be any prouder. Check it out:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">You can listen to his other material </span><a href="https://soundcloud.com/gami-1" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0b5394;">here</span></a><span style="color: #0b5394;"></span><span style="color: #444444;">, and you can check him out in various places around Kalamazoo.</span></span>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-90636979742558839102013-03-19T21:22:00.001-04:002013-03-29T23:31:06.196-04:00Our house: Then & Now<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;">
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Yesterday was our
third house-iversary. AD and I celebrated with Jimmy John's and getting our
taxes done. Exciting, right?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">What is exciting, in
my opinion, is looking around our home and seeing how far it’s come in three
years. Of course, if you asked my husband, he'd look around and see all that's
left to do.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Taking both of these
perspectives into consideration, throughout the next few weeks, I'll be doing a
series of Then & Now posts to show what we started with, what our house
looks like these days, and what’s left on our [never-ending] to-do/wish list. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">For today, I’ll
give you a bit of background information. AD and I moved out of the house we
were renting and into a one-bedroom apartment in May 2009 to get serious about
saving up for a house. In November, we started looking. And making offers. And
getting turned down. That cycle went on for a couple of months. By the time we
found our house, we’d looked at over forty houses and made six other offers.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">At first, we weren’t
even looking at houses in our city because we’d heard it had certain regulations
for rental houses, and we wanted to be able to rent out our house if we ever
needed to. But the other cities we were looking in didn’t have much left to
offer in our budget, and time was running out on the first-time homebuyer tax
credit, so we expanded our search.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Our realtor arrived
before us and had basically written the house off before we even stepped inside
on that first tour. It was a foreclosure, and in the upper range of our budget.
There was a puddle on the hardwood floor in front of the kitchen sink. It had
appliances, but they were ancient. It had two bathrooms, but one of them looked
like it needed industrial cleaning before it could be used (or so we thought).
And the whole place was filthy.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">But… it had four
bedrooms, two baths, a somewhat open floor plan, a fireplace, lots of storage in
the kitchen, a basement, an attached garage, a fenced yard, it was in a nice
neighborhood with a variety of older home styles and old growth trees, and we
were willing to put in the work it needed. So we put in an offer and the bank
eventually accepted.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif";">However, the
inspection revealed that one of the bathrooms needed more than a good cleaning—the
shower had been leaking for years and some of the studs in the wall behind it
were rotting. With this damage, the house would not qualify for a FHA loan, and
in order to rip out and redo the shower so that we’d be approved for the FHA
loan, we’d have to do a 203k rehabilitation loan in conjunction with the FHA
loan. Which meant more paperwork, work, deadlines, inspections. But we were
game.</span><br />
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</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">The day we closed, the crocuses in our front
yard were blooming, and AD was in short sleeves. Yesterday, we had a high of 28
and my bulbs were poking up through the snow. Last year, we had a high of 75.
Crazy Michigan weather!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">He woke up at 5-something in the morning, which is not typical; I can usually count on him to sleep at least until 7 am. Considering he has not been napping at daycare and this night's rest was the foundation for which we'd be building our weekend on, I said uh-uh. I rocked him for a bit and then let him cry his way back to sleep. He woke up for good around 9am, crying for me to come in.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">Of course, when I came in, he didn't actually want to get out of his crib. He wanted to hand me all of his babies (his blanket, his lovey, his turtle, his Hess truck, his Scout, his owl, his two favorite books). He wanted to hold on to the rail of his crib and jump on the mattress. He wanted to grab the curtains that go across his closet and wrap himself up in them. He wanted drop back down to the mattress and go nigh-nigh.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #444444;">I opened the shade and light was gorgeous, so I went downstairs to get my camera. This is the face I returned to, and this set does a pretty good job of showing LG's progression from tantrum to okay in 6 minutes: </span></span><br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-8741471768779437752013-03-07T23:01:00.000-05:002013-03-22T22:49:27.483-04:00Presently<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hello there. I have been absent from this space, in returning, it feels empty. However, my head and my heart have not been absent or empty; they have been full of ideas and plans for this space and our lives, but this new year has required my attention and energy be other places. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">2012 was a good year for our family, in my opinion. We had grown in discipline, perseverance, and faith, and were beginning to see some of the benefits our work. We had big plans and hopes for 2013. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">And so far, 2013 has been... hard. Challenging. There has been illness, disability, insecurity, loss, disappointment. We had told the Lord our plans, and He said "not right now." He made us slow down. Live in the present, spend time with each other, and be thankful. Put our plans and our trust in something we can't fully comprehend.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">So we did. And after a time, I seemed to think that the hardship and challenges were subsiding [and perhaps that set of them is]. So I started making some more plans. Not plans of the grandeur scale we had previously, but plans nonetheless. And God said to me, in His way, "Child, why do you so soon forget the lessons I've been teaching you?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Despite my faith in God and His plan for our lives, there is a disconnect in my mind between destiny and day-to-day. I trust God when it comes to the big picture: that He will ultimately put us where He wants us to be, doing what He wants us to be doing. But when it comes to the menial, mundane details of my life, there's this unfounded idea that these are things too small for Him to care about, and therefore don't include Him. I rely on human logic and worldly wisdom to make these decisions, when I should be consulting the one who transcends it. Luckily, He reminds me, again and again. This is what the Lord has put on my heart, and what I will be meditating on: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own insight. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">On a somewhat related and much lighter note, my friends <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><a href="http://www.kinshipblog.com/" target="_blank">KK</a></b></span> and <b><span style="color: #134f5c;"><a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Emily</a></span></b> started the <b><span style="color: #134f5c;"><a href="http://www.flourishretreat.com/index2.php?v=v1#!/home____" target="_blank">Flourish retreat</a></span></b> to encourage women to intentionally and joyfully live in the present, and to connect women with God and each other. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">They have now started the <b><span style="color: #134f5c;"><a href="http://www.theflourishblog.com/" target="_blank">Flourish blog</a></span></b>, and I am really excited to be contributing to it, along with some other really amazing women. Posts will be frequent, brief, and uplifting, and the site itself is ethereal and dreamy. Check it out!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;">So for my first post of 2013, I'll start with a short reflection on 2012. Rather than focus on goals, events, or memories (I have an epic post in the works to cover that stuff), I'm going to share with you something that I always think about in December/January: the best music that's come out in the past year.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;">One of the topics in the aforementioned upcoming epic post is intention. One small thing I'm intentional about is listening to the radio, and I'm not talking about Pandora radio or a genre/artist radio on Spotify (which is quite obviously my music service of choice). I'm talking about a real radio, with a tuner. I believe listening to the radio exposes a person to new and old music that they may not otherwise pick up on. And if you're dying to know, my favorite metro Detroit stations are 93.9 "The River," Ann Arbor's 107.1, and 91.9 CBC Radio 2 (yes, I live that close to Canada). If you're not in southeastern Michigan, you can listen to these stations online. And I do love me some "This American Life" on NPR.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;"><b>1.</b> That Wasn't Me - Brandi Carlile</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;"><b>3.</b> Live And Die - The Avett Brothers</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;"><b>4.</b> Happy Pills - Norah Jones</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;"><b>5.</b> Stubborn Love - The Lumineers</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia;"><b>9.</b> Devil's Got A Gun - Whitehorse</span><br />
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And honorable mention because their debut album came out in 2011 but is amazing: The Head and The Heart.</span></span>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14895978362281889109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320098605267911958.post-72941057754333388882012-11-21T15:53:00.000-05:002013-03-22T00:30:37.882-04:00Harvest DIY<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, if you were wondering if I'd fallen off the face of the Earth, the answer is no. Once the USB cord for my new camera arrives from Amazon (seriously, you spend hundreds on a camera package and they can't include a USB cord?), I have a little catch-up post waiting for y'all. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But I will tell you this: last Thursday I got my tonsils and adenoids out, and I think they also took out my uvula (the hangy-downy thing at the back of your mouth) even though they were only supposed to shave and shape the thing. I basically had it all done because the sleep apnea and the ENT doctor both thought there was a pretty good chance that removal would cure my sleep apnea. The day of the surgery and the next day weren't so bad; though I couldn't sleep, it really only hurt when I swallowed. I thought, awesome, I've got LG going to daycare and I can get some stuff done around the house. But then the real pain started on Saturday and I've had to take it easy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today I am feeling a little bit better, and it is sixty and sunny outside. So I spent a few minutes in the backyard and harvested the last of my parsley, sage, and rosemary. Then I spent a few minutes in my basement craft zone and made a few tags. And then I tied the tags to some ribbon and bundled up the herbs, and ended up with these little goodies for my mom, aunts, neighbors, and friend:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the past, I've been known to spend a lot of time driving around and hitting up craft stores, finding templates online, stamping, etc, to make a little project like this "just so" [aka "perfect"], and am even guilty of doing it throughout the past month, gathering items for the advent calendar that I was going to make for LG during this time off (didn't happen). But I'm glad today that I just did it, and did it simply. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. Think of me as you're eating all of your solid food. I'm thinking I may be able to manage mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, and I will suffer for some of my parents' sausage stuffing. If you're local, I still have a little bit of these herbs in the backyard if you'd like some.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And here we are again, about a year ago:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And here you are, about two days ago:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I apologize that I don't have any better recent pictures of you uploaded right now--wait, I haven't really taken any pictures of you recently. We have been "go go go," as you would say. Good thing your Nana has been doing complimentary photo shoots for you; maybe I'll update with some of her pictures later. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You have learned what a baby is, and have started calling your blanket, lovey, and nigh-nigh Scout your "bay-bee"s. Each morning when I come in your room, you hand me each of your babies before you'll let me get you out of your crib. Most nights, you also insist on taking a book to bed with you, and sometimes your firetruck--on the first few nights you insisted on having your firetruck in bed with you, I was actually able to lay you down before you were asleep. And then Daddy put your firetruck facing the wrong way in your crib one night and messed up your feng shui and you haven't gone down by yourself since. Oh well. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're now so skilled at going up and down the stairs [on your butt or your knees] that we've actually taken down the gate between the two staircases, and you can go up and down as you please. In the mornings I still sit down on the second stair from the top before you. From behind, you push my back and tell me to "go."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I may have mentioned before that our hideous main bathroom has a bathtub so deep and vast that Mommy and/or Daddy still accompany you during bathtime.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />I'll be honest in telling you that generally your father enjoys baths much more than I do, so I'm sure you find Daddy to be a better bath companion than Mommy. Even still, you and I have a new bathtime game that is quite entertaining. Sitting up, I take my legs and move them back and forth, as if I were driving a pedal car, which creates a wave-pool effect in the tub. You then imitate my movements and say "go go go go" whenever I stop. There is much laughter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We finally took you for your first haircut last month. We went to a walk-in place and the lady just used scissors. You behaved well and she did an okay job, though I think next time (which will likely be tomorrow, since you have school pictures coming up this week) Mommy or Nana will do it. Nana got pictures and I saved some of your hair in a baggie for whenever I get around to making your baby book (which may be when you leave for college). </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your vocabulary and ability to identify objects has exploded in the past few months; my favorite words to hear you say are baby [see pronunciation above], cookie [coo-ka], and fish [I can't spell this one phonetically or even say it the way you do, but you don't pronounce the f and get stuck on the s's]. Probably your favorite thing to identify and say is "owl," and you often think Cookie Monster is an owl. That and you call pumpkins "boo." You can link two to four words in a sentence; "my ____" is your most frequent phrase, and last week you told your grandparents "I want my wawa."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Some other random things: </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Your favorite toys are Mega Blocks and puzzles</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- You are going to be a lion for Halloween</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- You are now (as of last week) staying home with Daddy two days a week and going to daycare three days a week [instead of five].</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- You are finally staying in the nursery during service at church. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Okay, Boo, Mom is off to some cleaning the basement before bed. And since are a few pics of me here, I am <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><a href="http://andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2012/10/embrace-camera-101812.html" target="_blank">Embracing the Camera</a></span>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Much love,</span></span><br />
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