tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616265720569130572024-03-05T21:25:34.927-05:00And Then There Were ThreeYour little hands wrapped around my finger. It's so quiet in the world tonight. Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming. So, I tuck you in and turn on your favorite night light. To you, everything's funny.
You got nothing to regret. I'd give all I had, If you could stay like that.
Oh, darling don't you ever grow up.
Just stay this little.
It can stay this simple.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-67741474385432840052013-05-14T08:30:00.000-04:002013-05-14T08:30:02.032-04:006 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, Chloe. How are you already 6 months? 6 more months and we will be planning your first birthday- I have already planned the theme for it! (Call me crazy)<br />
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You really are the best baby. Never cry..well unless Rylee is tackling you- which she does often now. Everyone always compliments how well you are too. I'm so lucky you're laid back (at least for now you are.)<br />
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You're 17 lbs! Whoa! You wear anywhere from 6-12 month clothing. 12 month sleepers. I think you'll have big feet like your big sister too! <br />
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You sleep at night from 8pm-2am and then from 215am-730am (give or take) You nurse during the day about every 3-4 hours. Anddddd you are 100% transitioned to your crib! So happy, but so sad at the same time. You sleep a lot better in there.<br />
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I feel so hesitant to start solids this time around. I don't want my little baby growing up and I feel like she's gotten so big, so fast. We still haven't tried any type of solids. Maybe in a couple weeks we will give it a try.<br />
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We had family pictures taken a couple weeks ago. Here's some that she's uploaded.<br />
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Jeremy's been out of town for 4 days now. It's been tough, but I think this is good for us. Makes me realize how much he does help (because sometimes I feel like he doesn't.) </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-38703468939034118382013-05-02T14:17:00.001-04:002013-05-02T14:17:29.569-04:00Here I am.Life is crazy busy. Having two kids is somewhat tough. I've been incredibly blessed by having a sweet, sweet girl this second time around. She's already swaddle free and sleeping all by herself. Rylee at this age? Was definitely not. We were still up every 2 hours with her. Sure, Chloe has her bad nights, but they're occasional and most of the time she sleeps 6-8 hours at once at night. <br />
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When it gets to be nap time, the last thing I want to do is blog. Sad, but true. Blogging has been at the bottom of my priority list. Especially with moving into a new house & still SO much to do. We are a month in.<br />
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So, that's where I've been & maybe once I get the blogging itch back, I'll start back up. Until then..it will be posts here & there. =)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-20487788121944019442013-04-15T13:52:00.002-04:002013-04-15T13:52:34.911-04:005 months!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't get over that you're <i>already</i> 5 months old!! Time is flying by so, so fast. <br />
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You're really a good baby. You never really cry unless you are hungry, you have a dirty diaper or you're sleepy. You <b>LOVE</b> your big sister & you love to laugh at her. Melts my heart every single time. <br />
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You're a rolling machine now! You roll both ways & scoot all around. I'm not ready for a scooter, yet! You need to stay still! ;-)<br />
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Sleep is starting to get tough around here. You're breaking out of the swaddle and keep rolling over on your tummy. We have decided to do our own version of CIO. Today was the first day & you did really well. You only cried for about 15 minutes and then you rolled over and fell asleep. Hopefully every day from here on out is easier.<br />
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You're in size 6/9 month clothes and even some of those are tight on you!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-24330749693943256782013-04-01T08:00:00.000-04:002013-04-01T08:00:00.086-04:00New houseAfter a long 3 weeks of living with the in laws (post to come later) we are finally signing the papers on our new house! It's gorgeous and I'm <i>in love</i>.<br />
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We are moving in today and once we get the house unpacked & settled- I will do a little tour. <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-40864029986837495062013-03-18T09:00:00.000-04:002013-03-18T09:00:10.396-04:004 months! (a little late)You turned 4 months 2 weeks ago, so I'm a little late, but better late than never, right?<br />
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You really remind me a lot of your big sister, ry ry. Your eyes are starting to turn really light blue & your hair is getting really light & growing! I'm glad I don't have bald head babies. :-)<br />
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<b>Sleep</b>: Minus going through a rough 2 week patch, due to RSV (which was horrible), you sleep pretty well. You go to bed around 8pm, wake up around 1am and then about every 3 hours after that. You usually wake up for the day around 8am. Naps are great. You nap for about 2 hours (I finally have you girls on the same nap schedule- pure bliss!)<br />
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<b>Clothes: </b>You're in 3-6 month clothes now. Size 2 diapers.<br />
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You were 16.6 lbs and 24.5" at your 4 month check up! So chunky- I love it! You're nursing like a champ and usually about every 3 hours.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-88708421103252714542013-03-15T13:47:00.001-04:002013-03-15T13:47:41.174-04:00Life lately..Things have been insanely busy around here lately. We have packed up our entire house, moved it into storage and now we're staying with my MIL/FIL until we close on our new house.<br />
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Did I mention we're buying another house? I am <b>so</b> flipping excited, but I'm starting to get super anxious.<br />
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We are scheduled to close April 1st. I'm starting to believe that's not going to happen. There was an error in our appraisal so now we have to wait until the appraiser fixes whatever the issue was...wait, wait, wait. I'm tired of waiting. I just want to move in already.<br />
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The girls have been a mess lately. Rylee decides to turn into a possessed child when the in laws are around & not listen to me. She's now waking up at 5am instead of 9am and only taking an hour nap. I am beyond exhausted. I can't wait to get in our own house and get back to our schedules like normal. It's been a rough 5 days...yep, <i>only</i> 5 days so far. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-59596220165172178432013-02-11T09:00:00.000-05:002013-02-11T14:29:39.665-05:00Three months in<div style="text-align: center;">
Well, we are three months in this thing with 2 under 2. </div>
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The girls are on the same nap & bed time schedule, for the most part. It's nice. Chloe is still sleeping in the rock n play, but I think we're about to make the transition to the pack n play. I have mastered going out with two and every day is easier & easier. Rylee listens to me when we're out and about <i>(for the most part.)</i> She will always hold my hand in the parking lot & it just makes it so much easier. If we're having a bad day, I don't dare go anywhere. </div>
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<i>Diapers/Clothes</i>: Size 1 diapers, but we're about to make a switch to 2's. You're in 0-3 month clothes, but they're already starting to get tight! </div>
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<i>Nursing</i>: You nurse about every 2-4 hours during the day. You cluster feed from 530am-7am. I'm not stressing this time about when you went, how long you nurse, etc and it's so much easier! </div>
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Monday morning Rylee woke us up bright and early saying "mama up" , "dada up" all while pulling the covers off of me. I get up..look outside and it's snowing! I text Loni and she didn't believe me. You could say I slightly freaked out. Mainly because I've never been in snow or had any part in it. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-62747706138098286152013-01-08T13:45:00.001-05:002013-01-08T13:45:22.219-05:00Chloe 2 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My littlest love is 2 months old today! </div>
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She's <b>so</b> different than Rylee.</div>
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<b>Sleep</b>: She sleeps anywhere from 5-7 hours at night for her first stretch then it's about every 3 hours after that. She takes one long nap when Rylee does, usually about 2.5 hours, and then cat naps throughout the day. She loves to be swaddled too.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-29832867860839035542012-12-28T14:14:00.002-05:002012-12-28T14:14:44.206-05:00Christmas We had an awesome Christmas! We're always so busy during the holidays because Jeremy and I have huge families. Jeremy is worse than a kid on Christmas & he ended up being the first one to get up and in turn woke Rylee up...blah. She was SO excited to see her big gift that was set up.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-10588366075598218662012-12-10T08:00:00.000-05:002012-12-10T08:00:05.713-05:001 month oldHas it <i>seriously</i> been a month since Chloe arrived? I really can't believe it. You think time with baby #1 goes by fast, wait until baby #2 comes along! It's probably because I am also chasing after a crazy toddler and the days just go by so fast.<br />
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Chloe is a lot different than Rylee was, but there's definitely some similarities.<br />
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At her 2 week check up she was 9.8 lbs and 21.5". She's growing like crazy! She nurses about every 2.5 hours during the day for about 15-20 minutes.<br />
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<li>your boobs <u>will</u> leak. Not everyones though. Mine didn't leak with Rylee, but this time around? They're a faucet. Again, I woke up one morning and thought Chloe had peed the bed- until I looked at my shirt and it was soaked in one spot. </li>
<li>your vagina will look like a swollen <i>mess</i> post delivery. If you're like me and tend to get really swollen- you will also have a urination problem. Luckily, it subsides after 2 days, but those two days are <u>painful</u>. </li>
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Little miss Chloe is <b>8 </b>days old today! </div>
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I didn't tell anyone, except a few friends & my mom, that I was getting induced. Mainly because I didn't want to hear people talking about <b>my</b> decision, <b>my</b> body, <b>my</b> life. Actually, Jeremy is the one that had to talk <i>me</i> into it. I went in for my normal 39 week check up & asked the doctor how long he would let me go past my due date and he offered induction- I couldn't say no. I picked the day I wanted to go in & that was that. We decided to keep it between us & I have to say it was kind of fun. </div>
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I went in on Wednesday November 7th (also Jeremy and I's 3rd
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leave Rylee, but she didn't fuss at all so it made me feel a lot better.
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I went in at 7:30pm and they started cervidil at 8:50pm. Before they started they checked me and I was 2-3cm. The nurse said "you may go into labor tonight" (the nurse with Rylee also said those exact words.) I guess they both said that because I was already regularly contracting & dilated. <br />As soon as the cervidil started contractions were a little more intense, but not unbearable. I couldn't sleep so they gave me 2 sleeping pills and I passed out around 1am. I woke up at 5:35am and was up for good. I called the nurse & she took the cervidil out (I was 3-4cm now) and she let me shower. (I remember these exact times because I wrote them down. ;) )</div>
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I broke down and get the epidural around 9am. (6cm now) They had to pump fluids in me before I could actually get it so I don't think the lady came in until around 9:15ish. It's definitely a weird feeling. It didn't hurt, but I was having contractions throughout the entire process so sitting up and still while a needle is being shoved in your back- <b>not pleasant.</b> </div>
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We left after 24 hours in the hospital. She weighed 8.1 lbs when we left and since we've been home she's back up to 8.4 lbs. Things are incredibly crazy busy here, but I love it & wouldn't trade anything for this hectic schedule now. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-87143767794295070092012-11-04T22:38:00.002-05:002012-11-04T22:38:16.478-05:0039 weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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39 weeks- phew. This is definitely the most pregnant I've ever been and felt. I'm pretty sure she's trying to break out of my stomach- the wrong way.<br />
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I'm still the same weight I was 3 weeks ago- wooo! Hopefully that doesn't change.<br />
Heartburn is still here, everyday, all day long.<br />
Sleep is non existent- still. Hopefully it'll get better once I'm not pregnant!<br />
I'm starting to crave broccoli..mmm..I could eat a whole bowl of it right now!<br />
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As I'm typing this, my eyes are getting really heavy so I think it's time to relax & go to bed. <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-21576047535629359462012-10-31T13:26:00.001-04:002012-10-31T13:26:30.960-04:00Everyone should read thisA friend of mine posted this the other day and normally I don't read stuff like this, but it caught my attention since our anniversary is next week. It's worth reading.<br />
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<b>1. DON’T STOP HOLDING HER HAND</b><br />
When I first dated the woman I ended up marrying, I always held her
hand. In the car. While walking. At meals. At movies. It didn’t matter
where. Over time, I stopped. I made up excuses like my hand was too hot
or it made me sweat or I wasn’t comfortable with it in public. Truth
was, I stopped holding hands because I stopped wanting to put in the
effort to be close to my wife. No other reason.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d hold her hand in the car. I’d hold her hand on a star. I’d hold her
hand in a box. I’d hold her hand with a fox. And I’d hold her hand
everywhere else, too, even when we didn’t particularly like each other
for the moment.<br />
BONUS!<br />
When you hold hands in the winter, they don’t get cold. True story.<br />
<br />
<b>2. DON’T STOP TRYING TO BE ATTRACTIVE.</b><br />
Obviously when I was working to woo her, I would do myself up as
attractively as I possibly could every time I saw her. I kept perfectly
groomed. I always smelled good. I held in my farts until she wasn’t
around. For some reason, marriage made me feel like I could stop doing
all that. I would get all properly groomed, smelling good, and dressed
up any time we went out somewhere or I went out by myself, but I rarely,
if ever, cared about making myself attractive just for her.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d try and put my best foot forward throughout our entire marriage. I’d
wait to fart until I was in the bathroom whenever possible. I’d make
myself desirable so that she would desire me.<br />
BONUS!<br />
When you trim your man hair, guess what. She returns the favor.<br />
<br />
<b> 3. DON’T TELL YOUR SPOUSE HER WEAKNESSES.</b><br />
For some reason, somewhere along the way, I always ended up feeling like
it was my place to tell her where she was weak and where she could do
better. I sure as heck didn’t do that while we were dating. No, when I
dated her I only built her up, only told her how amazing she was, and
easily looked past all of her flaws. After we got married though, she
sometimes couldn’t even cook eggs without me telling her how she might
be able to improve.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I wouldn’t say a damned thing about anything that I thought could use
improvement. I’ve learned since my marriage ended that there is more
than one right way to do most things, and that the imperfections of
others are too beautiful to try and change.<br />
BONUS!<br />
When you tell her what she’s doing right, she’ll tell you what you’re
doing right. And she’ll also tell her friends. And her family. And the
dentist. And even strangers on the street.<br />
<br />
<b>4. DON’T STOP COOKING FOR YOUR SPOUSE.</b><br />
I knew how to woo a girl, for sure. And the ticket was usually a night
in, cooking a nice meal and having a romantic evening. So why is it
then, that I didn’t do that for her after we got married? Sure, I’d
throw some canned soup in the microwave or fry up some chimichangas once
in a while, but I rarely if ever went out of my way to sweep her off
her feet after we were married by steaming crab legs, or making fancy
pasta, or setting up a candlelit table.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d make it a priority to cook for her, and only her, something awesome
at least every month. And I’d remember that meat in a can is never
awesome.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Candlelit dinners often lead to candlelit bow chica bow-wow.<br />
<br />
<b>5. DON’T YELL AT YOUR SPOUSE.</b><br />
I’m not talking about the angry kind of yelling. I’m talking about the
lazy kind of yelling. The kind of yelling you do when you don’t want to
get up from your television show or you don’t want to go ALL THE WAY
UPSTAIRS to ask her if she’s seen your keys. It really doesn’t take that
much effort to go find her, and yelling (by nature) sounds demanding
and authoritative.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d try to go find her anytime I needed something or wanted to know
something, and I’d have both gratitude and manners when I did. I always
hated when she would yell to me, so why did I always feel it was okay to
yell to her?<br />
BONUS!<br />
Sometimes you catch her doing something cute that you would have missed otherwise.<br />
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<b>6. DON’T CALL NAMES.</b><br />
I always felt I was the king of not calling names, but I wasn’t. I may
not have called her stupid, or idiot, or any of the other names she’d
sometimes call me, but I would tell her she was stubborn, or that she
was impossible, or that she was so hard to deal with. Names are names,
and calling them will drive bigger wedges in communication than just
about anything else.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
Any time it got to the point that I wanted to call names, I’d call a
time-out and come back to it later. Or better yet, I’d call her names,
but they’d be names like “super sexy” or “hotness.” Even in the heat of
the moment.<br />
BONUS!<br />
She’ll call you names in better places. Like the bedroom.<br />
<br />
<b>7. DON’T BE STINGY WITH YOUR MONEY.</b><br />
As the main bread earner, I was always so stingy with the money. I’d
whine about the cost of her shampoo or that she didn’t order water at
restaurants, or that she’d spend so much money on things like pedicures
or hair dye jobs. But seriously. I always had just as many if not more
things that I spent my money on, and in the end, the money was spent, we
were just fine, and the only thing my bitching and moaning did was
bring undo stress to our relationship.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d tell her I trusted her to buy whatever she wanted, whenever she felt
like she needed it. And then, I’d actually trust her to do it.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Sometimes she will make bad purchase decisions, which leads to makeup
purchase decisions. Like that new gadget you’ve had your eyes on.<br />
<br />
<b> 8. DON’T ARGUE IN FRONT OF THE KIDS.</b><br />
There was never any argument that was so important or pressing that we
couldn’t wait to have it until the kids weren’t there. I don’t think it
takes a rocket scientist or super-shrink to know why fighting in front
of the kids is a dangerous and selfish way of doing things.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I would never, ever, not even once fight in front of the kids, no matter
how big or how small the issue was. I’d maybe make a code word that
meant, “not with the kids here.”<br />
BONUS!<br />
When you wait to fight, usually you both realize how stupid or unimportant the fight was and the fight never happens.<br />
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<b>9. DON’T ENCOURAGE EACH OTHER TO SKIP WORKING OUT.</b><br />
I always thought it was love to tell my spouse, “I don’t care if you
don’t take care of yourself. I don’t care if you don’t exercise. I don’t
care if you let yourself go.” But that was lying, and it was lying when
she said it to me because the truth is, we did care and I wish that we
would have always told each other how sexy and attractive the other was
any time we’d go workout or do something to become healthier.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d ask her to tell me that she cared. I’d ask her to encourage me to go
to the gym. I’d ask her to remind me of my goals and tell me I’m strong
enough to keep them.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. And happy people don’t kill other people. (Name that movie!)<br />
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<b>10. DON’T POOP WITH THE BATHROOM DOOR OPEN.</b><br />
I don’t know why, but at some point I started thinking it was okay to
poop with the bathroom door open, and so did she. First of all, it’s
gross. Second of all, it stinks everything up. Third of all, there is
literally no way to make pooping attractive, which means that every time
she saw me do it, she, at least in some little way, would have thought I
was less attractive.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d shut the damn door and poop in private.<br />
BONUS!<br />
When she does think of your naked body, she’s not going to be thinking about it in a grunting/squatting position.<br />
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<b>11. DON’T STOP KISSING HER.</b><br />
It always got to a point when I’d more or less stop kissing her. Usually
it was because things were stressful and there was tension in our
relationship, and so I’d make it worse by refusing to kiss her. This of
course would lead to her feeling rejected. Which would of course lead to
arguments about it. Other times I had my own issues with germs and
whatnot.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d kiss her in the morning when she looked like people do in the
morning. I’d kiss her at night when she’s had a long day. I’d kiss her
any time I felt like she secretly wanted a kiss. And, I’d kiss her even
when my germ issues kicked in.<br />
BONUS!<br />
She feels loved when you kiss her. That’s bonus enough.<br />
<br />
<b>12. DON’T STOP HAVING FUN TOGETHER.</b><br />
Age shouldn’t matter. Physical ability shouldn’t matter. Couples should
never stop having fun with each other, and I really wish I wouldn’t have
gotten into so many ruts in which we didn’t really go out and do
anything. And, I’ve been around the block enough times to know that when
the fun is missing, and the social part of life is missing, so also
goes missing the ability to be fully content with each other.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d make a rule with her that we’d never stay home two weekends in a row.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Awesome stories and awesome memories come from doing awesome things. And so do cherished embarrassing moments.<br />
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<b>13. DON’T PRESSURE EACH OTHER.</b><br />
Pressuring each other about anything is always a recipe for resentment. I
always felt so pressured to make more money. I always felt so pressured
to not slip in my religion. I always felt so pressured to feel certain
ways about things when I felt the opposite. And I usually carried a lot
of resentment. Looking back, I can think of just as many times that I
pressured her, so I know it was a two-way street.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d make it a point to celebrate the different views, opinions, and ways
that she had of doing things. I’d find the beauty in differentiation,
not the threat.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Authentic happiness becomes a real possibility. And so do authentic foot rubs.<br />
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<b>14. DON’T LABEL EACH OTHER WITH NEGATIVE LABELS.</b><br />
Sometimes the easiest phrases to say in my marriage started with one of
three things. Either, “you should have,” “you aren’t,” or “you didn’t.”
Inevitably after each of those seemed to come something negative. And
since when have negative labels ever helped anyone? They certainly never
helped her. Or me. Instead, they seemed to make the action that sparked
the label worsen in big ways.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I would learn to stop myself before saying any of those phrases, and
then I’d switch them out for positive labels. Instead of “you should,”
I’d say “you are great at.” Instead of saying “you aren’t,” I’d say “you
are.” Instead of saying “you didn’t,” I’d say, “you did.” And then I’d
follow it up with something positive.<br />
BONUS!<br />
The noblest struggles become far more conquerable. And you don’t think or believe that you’re a schmuck, which is always nice.<br />
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<b>15. DON’T SKIP OUT ON THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO HER.</b><br />
It was so easy in marriage to veto so many of the things she enjoyed
doing. My reasoning, “we can find things we both enjoy.” That’s lame.
There will always be things she enjoys that I will never enjoy, and
that’s no reason not to support her in them. Sometimes the only thing
she needs is to know that I’m there.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d attend many more of the events that she invited me to. I would
actively participate and not tell all the reasons why I’d do it
differently or how it could be better or more fun or time better spent.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Go to something she knows you don’t enjoy and the gratitude gets piled on later that night, like whipped cream on a cheesecake.<br />
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<b>16. DON’T EMOTIONALLY DISTANCE YOURSELF AFTER A FIGHT.</b><br />
I never got to experience the power of make-up sex because any time my
wife was mean or we got in a fight, I’d completely distance myself from
her, usually for several days. Communication would shut down and I’d
avoid contact at all cost. This never let things get worked out, and
eventually after it had happened enough times I’d explode unnecessarily.<br /><i>
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER:</i><br />
I’d let myself communicate my emotions and feelings more often, and I’d
make sure that she knew I still loved her any time we had an ugly bout.
Sure, we’d give each other some distance. But not days of distance.<br />
BONUS!<br />
Fantastic make-up sex. Or at least that’s the theory.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-63497689095958615972012-10-29T14:39:00.002-04:002012-10-29T14:39:48.362-04:0038 weeks!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had my check up last week and I am 1-2cm dilated. eeeek!</div>
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I'm up to 162 lbs- from 124lbs. Luckily, I haven't gained any weight in the past 3 weeks- hopefully it stays that way!</div>
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I feel as big as a blimp. None of my clothes fit anymore. Waaaah. I'm too cheap to go buy anymore clothes right now since the end is so near, so I will have to work with what I have- even if that means wearing the same thing <i>over & over</i>.</div>
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The heartburn is out of control! It's so bad that I feel like I'm going to vomit every time my throat burns. Blah. It's only that bad at night- when I'm trying to sleep- go figure, right?</div>
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I haven't seen this babe since I was 20 weeks- 18 weeks ago! I'm anxious to see if she has lots of hair (she better), and chubby cheeks! I wonder what she weighs and who she looks like. Is she going to look like Rylee?</div>
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<i>Will she really be a she or him?</i> I say that because literally <b>EVERY</b> stranger that sees me asks if I'm having a boy. I say "no" and they're like "wow, you're carrying like it's a boy." Ummm....sooo I hope these docs were right- if not we are screwed. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-88107201468339914612012-10-21T04:43:00.000-04:002012-10-21T04:43:51.373-04:0037 weeks; FULL TERM!As of today at 1:19pm I will officially be pregnant longer than I was with Rylee! This is all so new to me. It could be any day now & it gets me excited/nervous.<br />
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I'm up a total of <i>37</i>lbs (give or take a few.) Not too thrilled about it, but hopefully I'll be able to lose the weight pretty easily like I did with Rylee.<br />
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I cannot wait to get back in shape & wear cute clothes again. All of my maternity clothes are becoming too tight- especially the shirts. They're at the point where they won't even cover the bottom of my belly anymore. :/<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-12672803199527053952012-10-17T08:30:00.001-04:002012-10-17T08:30:00.510-04:00Pumpkin carving We went to the pumpkin patch a couple days ago and bought a big pumpkin to carve! We had bought one a while back, but it was too small for the carving we wanted to do- so we just carved the one we had for fun & we'll do the big one in a couple days.<br />
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Rylee loved picking up the pumpkins & was a little confused as to what they were- ha ha.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14814335518891852380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-461626572056913057.post-72490963299234570142012-10-16T13:22:00.000-04:002012-10-16T13:22:15.241-04:0036w and a little update<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm <b>officially</b> 9 months pregnant.</div>
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In just 5 more days, I will be considered full term! I'm a little nervous, but excited. So ready to not be pregnant! So ready to wear cute clothes & feel like myself again. </div>
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<br />I've really dropped since last week and any time I sit down she goes nuts. </div>
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I finally ordered the diaper bag I wanted a day ago so I'm waiting on that to get here and we are ready to go! We still have to install the car seat- I guess we will do that here soon.</div>
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We had a minor scare last Friday. I went in my doctors because I couldn't get rid of my headache- which I knew was because of my blood pressure. Sure enough it was 144/88. He immediately sent me to triage to get monitored and have labs done. Of course my blood pressure was fine the entire time at the hospital & all my labs came back fine. The on call doctor said 'normal activity', but the doc I saw on Friday said bed rest- so I've just been taking it easy until Thursday when I go back and we will see what they say then. So glad everything was fine and so far- I'm not being induced <i>again</i>. I've been having contractions the past few weeks and the monitors were picking them up- so maybe, just maybe it'll happen soon enough, but I'm not getting my hopes up.</div>
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My house, well Rylee's bedroom & our bathroom are covered in fire ants. Not really sure why/how or where they came from. If you know what fire ants are, you know they <b>suck</b> when they bite you. I've spent all morning cleaning the crap out of this house to try & get rid of them. <i>Hopefully</i> they're gone. </div>
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Speaking of Rylee. She's a stubborn little girl who is full of drama! Yesterday she did something to her arm and wouldn't move it, crying in pain, etc. We ended up taking her to the ER because her pedi had no openings and it was pretty bad. We get there & they do an xray and nothing is fractured (which I knew because her arm wasn't swollen/red or anything.) They just said it was a sprain and sent us on our way. Well, she was in pain all night, even with meds. This morning she was still in pain and wouldn't move it so we went into the pedis. Come to find out, nothing was/is wrong. She may have bruised her elbow and that's why it hurts, but she moved her arm for the doc just fine. Come home and it's like nothing happened! Come on kid. You just cost us a huge chunk of change! </div>
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