tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499101014024869052024-03-13T14:13:15.659-07:00Tina ButterHave your cake and eat it too.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-68782830620390258512014-05-31T15:47:00.003-07:002014-05-31T15:47:47.784-07:00did I seriously just say that? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
After I gave birth to Henry, I distinctly remember asking the nurse giving me a sponge bath to "please kill me". Henry's birth was traumatic. I was an absolute mess. So after giving birth to June (sans pain medication I might add), I still can't believe how I reacted. I never thought I would use the words "beautiful" and "magical" to describe something so horrific. But, here I am! Doing it! A few hours after June was born, I looked over at Al with a huge beaming smile (I think the biggest of my entire life) and said "that was fun, let's do it again!" (Al told me to calm the H down) </div>
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My little girl was born on May 6 at 11:55 p.m. She came fast and the experience has completely FLIPPED my view on childbirth. It's been 3 weeks now, and since life has been a tad bit insane, I haven't had time to write this all down...but here it goes...</div>
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** sidenote: I do not feel differently about my babies, just about the experiences with their birth. We all know how completely taken I am with Henry. And I was on the day he was born, I just also wanted to sleep for 5 days...</div>
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4 days over due, my fear of me actually murdering someone was getting all to close to becoming a reality. It was terrifying how much I disliked everyone at this point. The only people I wanted to speak to were the ones who had been through this before, and I wanted to cry with them as well as for them, because being over due is awful. To anyone who has gone 10+ days over due, I would like to say to you that I am sorry and that I worship the ground that you walk on. Anyway, in desperation, I drank "the magic drink" with castor oil and almond butter and yada yada yada on Sunday. I drank the first half and was certain I was going into labor. My contractions were regular and slowly getting more and more painful. We got all geared up, getting our bags packed and alerting the media (aka Henry's babysitter and my mother), psyched ourselves up, aaaand then they quit. I had made myself too sick and couldn't force the other half of the drink down so we just went back to the torture that is waiting. I told myself I could do it, I could wait a few days, since my dr said she would induce me Thursday. Well, Tuesday came and there I was chugging the drink again, hardly even giving it a thought. I drank it at 1 in the afternoon and nothing happened, so I went about my business of being a grouchy fat mess and taking care of Henry. </div>
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At about 8, I had to use the facilities (that drink can do some scary things to you), and while on the toilet, my water broke. I wasn't quite sure of it at the time, but something had definitely happened that wasn't quite normal. Al was home, so I put my pants back on and went to ask him what he thought. As I made my way through the kitchen to his desk, I realized I was right...so I hollered to him something like "Hey Aaaal....my water might have broke? oh yup there is definitely something coming out of me..." as I stood in a puddle. </div>
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It was perfect. My water had broke, my contractions were close, and we were all set to go, Henry was even already in his PJ's! We took Henry to my friend Nola's for the night, and headed to the hospital as my contractions got stronger and closer together (they were always about 3 minutes apart). I had stressed out my entire pregnancy about taking Henry to a babysitter, but in the moment, it was hilariously easy. I knew he would be well taken care of and I was over the moon excited to go meet our baby!! I even feel a slight bit guilty for not crying at this moment, but we all know I love Henry so moving on....</div>
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They admitted us in the hospital and I paced the room, working through my contractions. All I remember about this was continually stepping in pools of water and saying over and over to Al "WHERE IS EVERYBODY?!?" They eventually checked me (I'm sure it had only been 10 minutes, I'm a giant spaz), and I was 4 cm!!! I said "epidural pleeease" and they walked me over to labor and deliver. I can't believe I walked there. I just can't believe how fast everything went! The anesthesiologist came quite swiftly, to my great pleasure, and hooked me up. To my great DISAPPOINTMENT, nothing happened. The nurse told me to give it 15 minutes, and 15 minutes later, as my screaming and chuffing (this is the only word that really describes the noise I was making) only increased, we all realized the epidural had done nothing. I begged for them to fix it, but I knew it was too late. I needed to push. </div>
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I remember briefly being put on my hands and knees, for whatever reason (I just do what I'm told) but this WAS NOT FUN. How is it possible to feel any more exposed than you already are while giving birth, you ask? Well, get on all fours like a filthy animal with your bare butt in the air for all to see! I screamed into the pillow a few times...I'm guessing they would have preferred I stay like this, as the pillow might have muffled some of the noise, but they let me flip over when the baby was, like, doing what it was supposed to be doing or something. </div>
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So I pushed! And by golly, did it hurt :). I felt everything that was happening, and I was absolutely freaking out, having a good, giant spaz (not really that uncommon for me but probably annoying for all in attendance). I was soooo very scared of what was happening to me. But not like there was much I could do about it. So I pushed as hard as I could while bawling and screaming and saying things like "I don't know what to dooohooo (that's a sob)"...and "I just don't know what I'm doing"....and "ooookiedokie" and "holy shiz monkeys" and a few other really strange things that neither me and Al can exactly remember but that everyone was laughing about at the time. I do remember my doctor looking at me like I was quite possibly the weirdest person she ever met (we hadn't met until this moment), but hey, at least I wasn't cussing! Good for me, right??!?!?!??!</div>
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And she came out! And I immediately reached for her, wanting nothing more than to see her and to be near her (I didn't hold Henry for hours after he was delivered, nor did I have much of a desire to, so this was nice). I have never in my life beamed like I was beaming in that delivery room. I could feel it on my face. It was a very special, MAGICAL moment for me. As for Al, I think he was just weirded out with how pleasnat I was being (let's all remember he was there for Henry's birth too). When they handed her to me, I checked her bum to discover that she was a girl and almost fainted. That, my friends, is the best surprise in the world. It was with Henry and it was with June...I love not finding out until that moment. Ugh, I just LOVE it!! </div>
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I am now a childbirth loving convert. I think the whole process is, yes..painful, but delightful. Feeling June work her way out of my body was nothing short of a miracle, and I am so glad my epidural didn't work so I could experience that, at least once, since I still think I'd opt for an epidural in the future (let's not pretend I'm a fan of pain). The feeling in the room when she was born was fantastic, and because I was doing so well, I got to hold her and feed her and be with her all by myself while everyone else just went about their business. I was fine. She was fine. She was beautiful and feminine and perfect. And holy freaking crap, she was a GIRL!!!! </div>
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Kind of a creepy picture, but she was sucking her fingers right when she came out!<br />
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Henry adores her, but we'll get to that in another post :)<br />
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We named her June almost immediately, after seeing how pretty she was. I wanted to name her after my grandma, who was and always will be one of my favorite people, and her name was Maralda. A little bit of a disappointing name (no offense grandma) so while I was in labor, and my mom was on her way to see us, I asked Dix if grandma had had any nicknames. She said her friends called her Matilda...I remember them doing this! Something I admire about my grandma and my own mother is their plethora of friends. If you know my mom, that was what my grandma was like, and I loved that about her. She was so kind to everyone and just contagious, thus, her swarm of friends. And they had nicknamed her Matilda. I love how this all worked out, and am so happy I got to use her name.<br />
June Matilda Wilde - welcome to the world!! I am so glad you're mine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-32268740973981612972014-04-25T21:59:00.000-07:002014-04-25T21:59:02.890-07:00heave ho here we goI am still pregnant. I know that I'm not overdue yet (due date April 30), but my chances of going early are getting pretty slim now. I had a dr. appt today and she doesn't think it's happening any time in April...so here I sit...a giant blob on the couch. I don't quite think it's the pregnancy thing I'm sick of, I love to feel my baby and I love that my belly is so giant and so round and that my belly button pokes out no matter what I wear, I think it's the 'being fat' that I'm getting sick of. You know, how about 3 things fit in my closet, none of them being pants. And how I look in the mirror and can't recognize myself because of the excess amount of cheeks I'm carrying. Or how, whether I'm eating healthy or not, I still feel disgusting (so what's the point in trying). I just really want to be able strap some jeans on like I used to in the olden days - when everything wasn't a heave HO effort. I haven't worn a pair of jeans, maternity or otherwise, for about 3+ months. It's just not worth the struggle. So that heaving and ho'ing I'm speaking of is just to get my stretchy pants on.........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Let's all just cross our fingers this baby gets here soon, because I'm quite excited to see it's face and hopefully, eventually, my own face again.<br />
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We're pretty ready for this kid to come along I'd say, way more so than with H-Bott. With him, we just figured everything would pan out on it's own. Little did I know, I wouldn't be able to walk normally for months....so this time I think we've prepped a bit better to have a newborn around. I've got somewhere for it to sleep and even bought it some diapers. Gender neutral clothes are so easy these days, haven't struggled much with that but I'm still dying to find out so I can start to REALLY get to spending the money I quite literally do not have.<br />
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One thing I'm finding very difficult to think about is me going into labor and having to take Henry elsewhere while I attain another child. I hate thinking about it. I hate thinking about how drastically I'm going to change his entire life in a matter of days (hopefully it doesn't take days, but I try not to be optimistic...at all). It's just been me and him for two years, and I will miss that. I know, I know - it will all be wonderful and better than I ever imagined seeing both of them together, but just let me wallow in anxiety for a second. Having just one little buddy has been quite a nice every-day party.<br />
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I don't put any effort into the pictures I take anymore, my ability to be lazy has developed quite wonderfully during this pregnancy, so here's some snaps from my phone:<br />
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At the zoo. I walked Hen through that tunnel that is behind him, being the good mother that I am. About half way through (I was crouched completely down and bent over at 90 degrees) I realized I was in trouble. I pretty much yelped through the rest of it....and was quite surprised I didn't go into labor or kill myself or the baby or both of us (everyone's doing fine).<br />
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He got a sunburn at the park the other day, so figuring he needed a hat - we ventured to the mall to find one. I tried on the infant ones, too small. Tried on the toddler sizes, too small. SO - youth size BIG HEAD it was....ha ha he has such a noggin, that one.<br />
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Easter montage!!!! We did a little egg hunt for him, wherein we put yogurt covered raisins and fruit snacks in some plastic eggs. Dix was in town, and she thought it would be fun if he could just open the egg and pop a treat right in his mouth, without having to wait (you can tell how we like our treats). And it WAS fun...but after sneaking one out from under him and tasting it...they all just tasted like plastic eggs. So gross....and I'm sure that was wonderfully healthy and good for him to ingest.<br />
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Takin selfies! He still loves to see himself on screen! Me - not so much, but I take them anyway. I guess it's just the generation I was born into...gotta have a selfie, feelin good or otherwise. I am definitely on the end of "otherwise".<br />
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It sure pays to have a face like this when your mom gives you a hack job of a haircut!<br />
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(Before the haircut). This is our life. The whole gang just sits on Al's desk and watches him study all day, every day. I'm usually sitting right next to Hen here but hopped off (I'm SO very agile) to snap this. I have been noticing Henry has the same shirt on in about every pic here....I guess maybe he doesn't need that entire dresser and closet of clothes in his room? HA! what a joke. Of course he does.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-67406491068175536032014-04-09T22:13:00.000-07:002014-04-09T22:14:55.928-07:00you hardly noticed I was gone I have come to write on this blog about 7 times and then never posted anything. A couple of times, I started telling about how I am pregnant again, but for some reason never hit "publish" and then it just seemed too far gone...the last I posted of Henry he was still a wee-little baby aaaand now he's BIG.<br />
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Henry is around 20'ish months old (I keep losing track) and I am around 37'ish weeks pregnant (just kidding I'm EXACTLY 37 weeks pregnant - I am sadly not losing track of that). People say their second pregnancies go faster buuuut if this is faster, than that last pregnancy I had never ended because this one sure isn't. There's really nothing wrong with being pregnant (just kidding again - there's lots) but it would be nice to be myself again. I'm looking forward to having this perpetual bad mood over with. </div>
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So far, which at this point includes the entire pregnancy....since I have taken so long to blog about it....I have felt GOOD. I really shouldn't complain, but I still do...quite a bit actually! Positive comments would include: I didn't really feel sick much at the start, it's been winter the entire time allowing me to hibernate and be a complete lazy bum, I have really enjoyed eating whatever the crap I want, we bought an exercise bike that can count as exercise no matter how slow I pedal on the lowest gear, and I don't have pre-eclampsia this time (HURRAH!!!). My main complaint, since we all know you came here to hear me whine, is that...like I mentioned...I have been in a bad mood for 9 months. I've just been really grouchy. Not to the point of utter sadness or despair...just a GROUCH. I want to kick everyone in the grocery store, I don't want the cashier to talk to me, I want the waiter to leave us alone, everyone is annoying....everyone is in my way....everyone is ruining my day. I consider myself a fairly social person, not that I'm great at being social but other people generally make me happy, so I miss that part of myself and am looking forward and hoping that I actually do get it back. Hopefully the pregnancy is to blame and I haven't just morphed into a troll. </div>
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I know, who thought it was possible to have any more pictures of this kid, but my little Hen-bott is growin up! I can't say he's made life real difficult on me the last 14 months. Recovering from childbirth, on the other hand, weeellll....not so easy. But he's made it completely bearable. Because he's the absolute sweetest. </div>
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He was playing at the bottom of the steps the other day, so I dusted (literally) off my camera and snapped some pics. They will tell you everything you need to know about Henry at 14 months. </div>
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Cute. Stuck in one place.<br />
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Blonde. Tan. Usually quite pleasant. Looks like Alan.<br />
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Occasionally grumpy. Still chubby.<br />
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Plays with cars a large chunk of the day.<br />
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And does this the rest of the day. Throws EVERYTHING.<br />
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And ya, we've been having fun. No time for blogging when the sun is shining!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-57438128268068642802013-09-03T20:15:00.003-07:002013-09-03T20:15:36.855-07:00cute things that happened todayI am a very lucky person. I am lucky to have a REALLY good best friend. One that even drives the long boring road to Saskatoon to come visit for the weekend. She came this weekend and the entire weekend was a pure blissful blast of a time. Sadly enough, she had to leave today. Thus brings us to the first cute thing that happened today. Henry really loved Bran the whole time she was here, like A LOT. He would cry and freak out if I tried to take him away from her. When she left, I told him to give her a hug (he will on and off and very randomly give someone a hug) and he hugged her about 10 times, giggling and laughing and giving her kisses. CUTE.<br />
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For the most part, Hen was a grouchy poop today. It may have had something to do with our delightful company leaving us, or it could have just been a "wrong kind of the bed" kind of day, but I can't help but just dwell on all of the adorable things he did today. When he woke up from his morning nap, I went in to get him and just listened to him chatter and talk nonsense for a while. While I waited, he rolled onto his stomach and sat up on his bum. He has NEVER done this. I was in shock. I started clapping for him and giving him the up-most praise when he continued to grab the top of the crib, pull himself to his knees and then stood up...HE HAS NEVER DONE THAT EITHER. He got a lot of kisses.<br />
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We were saying the prayer before dinner, Hen was on my lap, and he was chugging down water from a sippy cup. He hasn't figured out to fold his arms for prayer yet, so he just goes about his business. We said amen. Told him to say amen, but he just barfed a big pool of water onto my plate instead.<br />
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Hen learned to walk today. I still can't believe it. No, he's not a pro. But he took like 15 steps. He got his balance and took off as long as he didn't bump into anything. I posted a video of it on my FB, I am proud like a mama goose.<br />
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When I put Henry to bed every night, I give him his fluffy blanket and he usually will snuggle me for a few seconds before reaching for his crib. Today, he snuggled me for a solid 5 minutes, rubbing his blanket on his face and playing with my hair. I swooned.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-31802038008792282602013-08-19T20:15:00.002-07:002013-08-20T08:50:48.166-07:00just walk alreadyI feel like I start a lot of blog posts like this: Al started school today.....(siiiigh).<br />
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Whenever we get a break, it's always hard to go back into real life...but we're there again. So I can start doing the normal things I do other than playing with husband and baby all day long (although I wish we could just do that forever). Hen is 14 months now. He is STILL NONMOBILE. I repeat, NONMOBILE. I feel like I might go insane. I still have to lug him around everywhere: to every room in the house whenever I leave, to the toy that he's just chucked across the room, etc. etc. He loves to throw, and good for him and yes he's great at it, but it's kind of a bad combination for his lack of movement. I love that kid more than life itself, but it'd be really cute and nice if he'd get on with it and walk...or crawl....I'll even take a butt scoot!<br />
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So aside from that very main point, I have no complaints! But I find it important to always start off complaining, no matter what, and try to end on a good point. :) For real though, life is swell. We've had a joyous summer wherein picnics and camping and swimming and beaching and just straight up playing were had. We have enjoyed the company of the man in the house for the time we had him, and now we shall return to enjoying him from a distance. The distance of the couch to his desk (approximately 5 m) where he shall remain for 4 months til his next break is due. Having him in school sucks, but I'm so glad he knows what he wants to do- Al if you're reading this (which you probably aren't, aint nobody got time for that!)...I love you and THANK YOU for your hard work. How do you do it, son?<br />
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Oh, summer, I love you. My problem is I don't take pictures very well when we're busy. I only think about snapping photo's when nothing, aaaabsolutely nothing, is going on i.e. driving in the car, me and Henry sitting on my bed, watching TV (which evidently doesn't make for very good pics). So there's not much in the way of that, but I'm sure I can muster one of Henry's cute face to share AFTER you've read ALL of this. No exceptions! <br />
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Now let's talk Henry - he likes to chatter on about things. Acts like he's talking to us and sharing vital information. Good times. He likes people to pay attention to him. He likes to throw (as previously mentioned). He likes to drive his car and make car sounds, which is quite cute. He likes to walk around, but can't...that is where I come in. He likes to open and close cupboard doors. He likes to grab anything and everything wherever it is and whatever it may be. He doesn't put a whole lot of those things in his mouth though, germaphobe maybe? He is very meticulous and careful. If it's not food, why put it in your mouth? SO SMART. Haha #bragging. He is starting to slim out but has a long ways to go if he wants that modeling career he goes on about. I really love the kid, if anyone hasn't caught on to that. If he never wants to walk, so be it...Henry I will lug you around until you're 30!<br />
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Eating a cuke (in the car...) I took like 50 pics of this, but did I take any of our trip to Calaway or the Zoo? That would be a solid "no".<br />
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Throwing rocks in Crandel. We camped up in the campground there for a spell. I realized I have to say goodbye to hiking for a while, hauling Hen up the 30 minute flat trail nearly killed us.<br />
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Throwing rocks in the crick! These are off Al's phone, that's why I'm in them...<br />
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Playing with trains in Chapters while mom shopped at the mall for way too long and spent way too much money. Al, are you a dr. yet? No? Oh, crap, I forgot and spent all the money we don't have AGAIN.<br />
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1. He has a big head. Even though it felt like it was the size and shape of a ceiling fan coming out, to my surprise, he had an average, tiny newborn-sized head. But over the span of about 3 weeks, it developed into a melon. The transformation happened right before our eyes, and I can remember thinking every day that it had grown another inch in circumference. While his head grew, he went through a little bit of a rough patch as the rest of his face caught up, but when it did...it all turned out rather cute. And now that the rest of him is also a good size for a 1-yr-old, we hardly even notice! </div>
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2. He is a pansy. Me and Al decided that we have a wuss for a son. Hen is very delicate and cautious. He thinks about everything for 10 seconds, and then slowly and methodically goes in for it. He gets pushed over by babies younger than him and cries. He chickens out when we try and get him to reach for something or walk to something that is too hard. He can't crawl and he can't walk, and it's because he's scared. But this personality trait makes him THE SWEETEST THING EVER. He snuggles, he likes stuffed animals, he likes to rub soft things on his face, and he likes to keep close to us, always. </div>
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I quit nursing Henry almost a month ago now. It was a BIG step for me, and I can't believe I actually went through with it. My experience with breastfeeding was a good one, minus the first little while when that little suck wouldn't get on with it and get some food, but I eventually got attached, like I do with everything, and I thought letting go was going to break me. I figured I would go until Henry pushed me away, and was constantly worried he was never going to. Even though I was excited to be on the cover of Time Magazine, I suddenly just got up the courage one day. I woke up one morning and thought, let's just try to keep the boob in the shirt today. And I did. And the next day, did the same thing. No engorging...no screaming baby...nothing. Bizarre!! It worked! I had done the impossible!<br />
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Then about a week later, something snapped in Henry. I was in Edmonton visiting Breanne and one day he just freaked right the heck out. He started looking at my chest and LOST IT. He doesn't throw tantrums a lot, so it was clear what was going on. He was clawing at me and bawling uncontrollably, causing me to do the same. This happened a few times, and everything in between was a devastated, emotionally-distraught baby who didn't want anyone to touch him or look in his direction. He just wanted to be in my arms. And welcome to my month of June.<br />
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Not that I don't like him in my arms, cause I do...but my patience is limited (so many Cougar Town episodes to be watched you know...)<br />
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Anyway, just keep in mind I'm just blogging because I'm bored. It's been rainy and I've found myself staring at the wall a lot lately (my other form of not watching Cougar Town). Buuut on the bright side, quitting nursing has really been the most fantastic thing I've ever done for myself! (hello, selfish wench!) I just feel normal. I am back to being my usual, hormonal self. Happy sometimes, devastatingly down other times. Welcome back, PMS.<br />
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I have been alone too much lately. Not counting that baby always on my hip. Yes, this one.<br />
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The baby who has too many teeth for his age and can't crawl or walk or stand up on his own. My sweeet sweet baby.<br />
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My drooly messy baby whom I love just too darn much. Here's to hoping he is clingy and wants to sit on my lap forever. If anyone does watch Cougar Town, you'll understand why I relate to Courtney Cox's character so well - attachment issues at their finest). :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-29470752384258884682013-05-07T20:48:00.001-07:002013-05-08T06:54:08.211-07:00Repost<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If any of you don't follow <a href="http://www.thebloggess.com/">The Bloggess</a>, well then you should, cause she's a riot. She posted a "rules for life" list today, and I can't help but repost it because it made me laugh and want to kick some people in the back and spray paint some serious x's on foreheads. I will edit it for you because even though I enjoy a good cuss word now and then, I'm sure I'm alone among my readers. </span><br />
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21. Dance around your house like an idiot.Flap your arms like a goose and make your husband tell you he thinks it's cute.<br />
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22. Be kind. Just not to the old man in the white van that's been following you around for the past few days.<br />
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23. Be who you want to be, and don't compare yourself to people who are different than you (so everyone) (this ones for me, because it's the worst thing I do...)<br />
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25. Act like you live in Hawaii. Don't do your hair. Don't shower. Take the garbage out in your underwear and no shoes and wave to the neighbors.<br />
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There's a few for today, things I needed to tell myself...things I needed to hear. Also things I did/do on a regular basis. We are MASSIVELY enjoying the warm weather that has arrived, being completely forgiving of its punctuality. I decided I'm allowed to wear no clothes after the months of torture this city has caused me. So stay far away from my house....or at least call first.<br />
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Although this sounds a tad bit depressing, I am okay with it. I know my personality, and if there's something that's important to me, I'll always do it. I just prefer not to waste my time on things that aren't worth my energy. Because if I'm too busy, my TLC shows might start backing up on the PVR, and the amount of stress that could potentially cause is just <b>not worth it. </b><br />
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So now you know. I am not good at finishing things. And, hopefully, now that you realize that - I'll be able to impress you...<br />
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After I was finished being pregnant and gave birth to Hen, I was feeling pretty damn sexy. I remember being in the hospital and thinking I was totally rocking my hospital gown. Braless and pantless, bleeding and swollen from head to toe, I can honestly say I never felt better about myself. I looked amazing (my opinion only). My mom kept telling me that I looked "skinny minus the belly". Aghast, I responded "WHAT belly??!"...<br />
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If you've had a baby, you know that that feeling soon wears off and you're left with some lovely weight around the mid-section (and in my case, my FACE) that is floppy and saggy and nothing like you've ever seen in your life.<br />
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I decided I'd do something about it, and I promised myself not to flake this time as I began the wonderment that is P90X. I made sure I told everyone I knew about this great adventure I was soon to embark on. I told my family, friends, I am pretty sure I blogged about it, and I put it on IG and FB. That way, I knew I'd try harder. Al lovingly joined me in my efforts (because he's an angel sent from above), and after being as lazy as humanly possible and eating as much food as I could ever imagine during Christmas break, we started. And a few weeks ago, we finished. We got up at 5:50 every morning before Al left for school, and I didn't miss a work out. I impressed myself and am here to brag to you about it in hopes that you'll be impressed...?<br />
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Ok fine. But that's something we've been up to in our house. We're feeling healthier and better about ourselves. I can't praise this program enough. It has changed how I feel about working out, and I now know every Tony Horton quote there ever was. I didn't change my diet....<br />
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So, I'm sure there would be room for improvements...but I got back to my pre-Henry weight, and mostly, I'm just glad I finally was able to finish something I started.<br />
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About once a week, I find an excuse to bake cookies. And ya, the excuse is usually "I want a cookie", but that's excuse enough for me. So I make my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe, eat half the batter and 10 cookies, and then look at my counter completely engulfed in cookies and wonder what on earth I'll do with them all. Within a few days, they're gone. And as much as I like to tell myself I'm not the one who ate them all, I am. </div>
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My brother posed a challenge to our family a couple weeks ago to go without Coke and chocolate for a week. If you know my family, it was quite a feat. I accomplished it (please hold your applause until the end), but it was a long week. Dieting is for the birds. I love chocolate. I love baked goods. I love eating and enjoying my food. I love the extra fat on my neck, because for me, that means I'm happy. I do hate the fat hanging over my pants, but I just blame that one on this kid - </div>
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Food is how I cope. And right now, with the weather and Alan still having a month left of finals when everyone else is done, my countertop full of cookies is serving me well.<br />
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And along with that, comes my happy baby (wait a second, didn't I just post about how whiney he is?) Ya, sometimes I complain about him complaining, but he's happy. He smiles at everyone, and he sleeps like a.....baby...? This week I took a picture of Hen and when I went back to look at it, I almost fainted. He looked huge. He IS huge. He has been going through a growth spurt. It was like it happened over night - his pants are making his thighs look like they're in a vise, his shirts are all so tight around the waist that they won't stay down and his toes are poking out of the shoes I made him. In accordance with this, he's inhaling his food. I feed this kid all day long. Literally. Tonight, I fed him dinner and watched in awe as he just kept eating...and eating and eating. An hour later, he wanted more. And more. And so it went on until he passed out for the night.<br />
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My baby aint much of a baby anymore, and although I quite like the excuse to go shopping, it makes me nervous. I need a pause button. But I guess I'll have to settle with taking 500 pictures a day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-59403955380712847162013-04-18T09:00:00.002-07:002013-04-18T09:02:54.489-07:00Turds-dayToday, after a long, whiney morning, Henry was finally allowed to be naked after his bath. I found him on the floor playing with his snot sucker (the BEST toy apparently). He had rolled and plugged his soother in to shut himself up, since I'm sure he figured it was bothering not only me but the guys in our basement. It was one of those tender moments where I thought to myself "aaawe" instead of saying it out loud because with any noise comes the realization that mom is near, and the complaining begins again. So I watched him for a while, too long I suppose, because pretty soon his face went red, as he held his breath and laid a big turd on my floor. Happy Thursday, everybody :)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-70581535510836952802013-04-17T20:28:00.002-07:002013-04-17T20:42:39.636-07:00you should see him reachAbout once a month, I get out my inconveniently gigantic camera, and take pictures of Henry. For the last 4 months, they've been the same - Hen sitting laughing and smiling and being a doll while I act like an idiot and crawl around, having no clue what I'm doing. But lately, things have been different. Observe -<br />
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The other day Henry had his usual head-to-toe smothering of oranges/bananas/goldfish and had covered his entire highchair in it when Alan reached over and nonchalantly picked a golfish off of the tray and ate it. He laughed and commented on how he would never in a million years have thought he would do that. Well, I never thought I'd post a picture of my kid drooling and bawling. Drool is disgusting. Unless it's your kids, then it's just a fact of life, and, yes, sometimes it even get's in your own mouth. And, no, you don't care. Henry is drooly and whiney and sometimes inconsolable. He wants me to pick him up all day, and once he's up, he's clawing at my shirt. Depending on the shirt I'm wearing, he's pulling it off of me and putting his hands down there, or swiftly launching his head in the direction of a boob or two. When I finally give in and let him nurse, he's yanking and he's biting. He's just plain cray cray. </div>
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I'm not trying to complain. I love every second. My heart skips a beat when he cries. Something inside of me loves having to console him. I love to feel needed. I love his tears, even though they make me sad. I love his snot, even after he's sneezed it all over his face and rubbed it in his eyebrows. He's an angel, even if he's not acting like one.<br />
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He's 10 months old next week and is just too bloody heavy to move himself around, so he's become an expert at reaching. When asked where he's at I say "sure, my baby can't crawl, but man - you should see him reach!" SO PROUD! </div>
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I'm still getting smiles between the wailing, and they're nice :)<br />
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And now I'm just posting pictures cause that's how I do.<br />
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Henry's red ball - classic dollar store purchase that would probably be a more enjoyable time for everyone if he could crawl after it...<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-45717163770674649782013-03-26T20:14:00.000-07:002013-03-26T20:49:37.119-07:00Slow the H DownMy iPhone has been telling me lately that there's no storage available to take yet <i>another</i> picture of Henry in the exact same position doing the exact same thing. So, it forced me to go put my pictures on my computer so I could take them off my phone, providing me ample space to continue recording Henry's laugh every 5 minutes. In the process, though, I ended up knee deep in pictures of little teeny 6 lb baby Henry, and I swooned. My first reaction was "I NEED another one NOW" and although I haven't gotten over that yet (trying really hard to ignore it), I realized that I'll never have that time back. I'll never just be a new mom with one tiny little newborn to watch all day and do nothing else. It makes me sad to think that this phase of my life can't last forever. I can't imagine a better time (including right now) where I can just play with my baby all day long and and enjoy every little second because, quite frankly, I have nothing else to do. My life is bliss, and I'm enjoying it.<br />
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But, I need time to slow down, because I'm kind of freaking out. My baby is big. He's a big <i>big</i> boy and everyone everywhere tells me so. He's fat. He's happy. He's heavy. He's pooping real turds now. Slow down Hen, I can't take it all in fast enough!<br />
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So some updates on the child - still not crawling. I'm watching him out of the corner of my eye right now and he's just laying there on his back, laughing everytime I look at him. Easily amused. He either sits on his butt and plays with what is in reach or lays on his back and looks at his hands. He's 9 months old, and doesn't care. I think he has my personality...<br />
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I had to go to young women's the other night, so I left Hen with Al. When I got back home, I inquired of how everything went and Al moved Henry out of his spot on the carpet only to reveal a horseshoe indent in the shape of his butt. He hadn't moved for 2-1/2 hours.<br />
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6 teeth, and counting. The next two bottom ones are coming in.<br />
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He has a hairy spaz whenever I leave him somewhere for too long. Or most of the time even when I walk out of the room. I'm flattered, truly, but that's enough of that, Henry.<br />
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He has a toy dog, Scout, who talks and sings to him. He thinks it's funny and likes to suck on his nose (intelligence at it's finest). Me and Al know everything that dog says (and he says a lot). I'd say about 40% of what we say in a day consists of quotes from Scout.<br />
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Once again, Henry's a fatty. He's constantly eating (again- like me!!). He likes being breastfed (I'm pretty worried about weaning him when the time comes) and he likes eating bread...and cookies. He'll eat as many bananas as I'll give him, but they make him constapato and as for vegetables, he also gets that from me, and hates them.<br />
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But he sure doesn't look like me anymore. He's morphed into a baby Alan, just like I knew he would. I love it. Man I just love that big head of his.<br />
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If you are an avid follower on this blog, you may remember that for Al's birthday in January I got him The Price is Right tickets. The tickets were for March 13, and we've been excited about it ever since I purchased them. We had already asked our friends to babysit and were patiently awaiting the day, when pretty much over night Henry decided to grow up and be a big baby. He's got us wrapped around all his chubby little fingers and won't go to anyone else without a heart-wrenching, traumatic fit. So, Al posted the tickets on Kijiji and some black guy came and picked them up yesterday. The fact that he was black is irrelevant, I was just trying for a little excitement to this story (pretty sure it worked). </div>
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Henry at 8-months-old = my favorite thing ever. He loves me. He loves Al too, but mostly me. He's chubby. He smells good. He sits in one place and doesn't move, since he can't. I love the kid too much, it seems, and sometimes all I can do is worry about how much I love him. </div>
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Henry sitting on our NEW BED. That's what happened last week. We bought a bed. It was expensive, but it was worth it. We've had it two nights, and both nights I was able to stay on my side of the bed without rolling into the crevasse where everything else had also rolled and gathered over night (mainly Alan).<br />
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I put him in this shirt, and he kinda looked like a girl, since it's from American Apparel and everything in that store is gender neutral...but I think he pulls off the look quite well - especially with those lashes!<br />
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He's still an extremely happy baby. Not as happy as he used to be, but happy. He just doesn't like other people, but can ya blame him? ha ha -jk I hope it's a phase. </div>
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I decided I'd give the ol' hobby of sewing a go last week, and I ended up getting quite a few things sewn. I sewed some bibs, some pillow covers (in the previous pictures), and two pairs of baby Toms for Hen. If you're wondering why he's floating in the second pic, don't be alarmed - he was in his jumper.<br />
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See? Not actually floating. Just looking slick with his combover.<br />
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The other day in church the little girl in front of us (she was 5), asked if Hen was a "girl baby or a boy baby". I told her he was a boy. She said "he has a big head" very matter-of-factly. Then proceeded to ask me several times "why his head was so big" Yes, child, I know it's a big noggin, but I'm convinced he's pulling it off. And it gives me more surface area to cover with smooches!<br />
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And I flipped the camera around for a quick second, just to throw ya for a loop. We've been feeling fairly good over here since starting to work out on a regular basis. It's a nice change from being so negative about myself all the time.<br />
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If anyone has any fun ideas for something to do with a well-behaved baby who has us totally whipped, we are looking for an idea to replace our Price is Right FAIL. Ok, thanks.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-79221718825948748992013-02-19T19:22:00.002-08:002013-02-19T19:24:53.238-08:00Bunny Hugs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I think I may be trying to force it because I'm a little obsessed with stuffed animals, but I think Henry likes them too. I always put him on the floor and give him only his bunny to play with, and since he hasn't figured out how to move himself around yet - he's stuck with the bunny! (Looks like it's working)<br />
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I love this little boy and we are enjoying our reading week this week. Al has been taking good long study breaks and realizing that Henry naps most of the day and I watch way too much TLC....:D<br />
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My blog posts are usually 7 times this size, but I can't blog and watch Sean Tells All at the same time. Some of these sentences probably don't even make sense, blame The Bachelor.<br />
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So me and Al have been doing P90X together. We're finished our first phase of 30 days and didn't miss a single work out! BE impressed, because it's impressive. Of course, I haven't dropped a pound and Al hit his goal weight within 2 weeks, but that's beside the point. We took some 'before' pictures when we started and I have been avoiding them pretty solidly every time I open iPhoto because they make me want to barf, but we were feeling pretty smexy today and decided to take some 'after phase 1' pictures. So naturally, I went to compare them with my other ones, and in the same folder marked "P90X" sitting right smack dab next to my post-baby body 'before' picture, I found this: </div>
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I went to a Relief Society party the other night and they had a little 20 minute photography class, wherein I learned how to be awesome and totally professional because now I know what aperture is and how to adjust at least one thing on manual mode on my camera, so I'll share my pictures with you...all of my cute fat baby.<br />
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Now this picture was taken BEFORE I was pro, so even though the picture quality is just pathetic, what a cute baby bum that is!!!!!!!!</div>
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haaaahahahahahha I seriously love this kid. I thought he might thin out as he got bigger and kicked his legs around and jumped in his jolly jumper, but he just gets a new roll every day....and I love every. single. one.<br />
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Sun flare, anyone?? Mmmhmmmm yes I did.<br />
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And ya, that's all this post is....just pictures of Henry, which everyone has already seen WAY too many of..but I can't help myself.<br />
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And I guess now that I'm so talented behind the camera, there will only be more to come of this cute face.<br />
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Being a SAHM? - Awesome.<br />
The 30 Rock Finale?? - Double Awesome<br />
The fact 30 Rock is finished? - Life seems unbearable.<br />
Best quote of the finale? - "I'll be the one in the purple sweater and wrapping a baby swing around some skank's neck".<br />
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This is going to be a dump of a post so let's just cut to the chase. We are all still alive. Henry is still the best. He is still gaining weight. He still doesn't care to move around or do anything. But he has accomplished a FEW things:</div>
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- He sits up pretty good. His head is just so big so if he falls it really SWINGS him down and he'll get a pretty solid smack.... so he continues to play on his back a lot, which he still loves soo can't complain there! (plagiocephaly complaints excluded).</div>
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Here are most of the pictures around Henry's 6 month mark. I'm really trying to avoid a Christmas post just so you didn't get too bored, but it was a good Christmas - what can I say. </div>
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We have taken Hen swimming quite a few times now, and we've taken a few pictures, but this is the only picture where I figured out to put Henry in front of me, deeming it post worthy. I LOVE SWIMMING, if you didn't know. And so does Henry, match made in heaven. Al hates it, but he's learning and I'm proud.<br />
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In sad news, at about Henry's 5 month mark, my hair fell out. For one, it's covered our entire house in hair and for two, I have next to no hair on my head. It's ugly, but now I have all this new growth and it's ridiculous. I tried to get a picture of my "halo" of short hairs b/c it's the most ridiculous thing...ever. In my bald spots it looks like I just took the buzzers to it. </div>
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Got mah hair did! Didn't do it this day but was really bored in the car, so a selfie was in order. Also got to see Mango, which was also quite a treat, especially since she does my hair so well and has such a ffancy nice husband. </div>
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I have a picture of him opening his present, but SOMEONE is gay and deleted it (bloogggeeer.....)<br />
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One of the best Christmas presents. I stole my mom's coat so much, she got me my own. (Take note of my scraggle hair and be sad for me....plzandthanks)<br />
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Al made me this canvas, cause he's a doll. I posted this mostly to note that midway Christmas morning Henry smacked his head and puked EVERYWHERE (mostly on me) so, since we got two pairs of Christmas jammies, I put the top of the other one on...and it accounted for the worst Christmas jammie combo of all time. </div>
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After it was all said and done.<br />
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Van is the sweetest thing on earth. I hope every day that Henry turns out like him. Oh and grandma is pretty sweet too, I GUESS. ;)<br />
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My mom has this thing where if she likes a pair of shoes, she buys 3 of them. Sometimes resulting in misfortune like this ^^^<br />
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Henry and the big bro in matching sweaters, except Henry dominates with his elbow patches. This is in Whitefish, cause we got to go this year YAY.<br />
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And Alan's birthday comes right after Christmas, which I loathe entirely. I think this is the first year I have gotten him an actual present. I sent him on a scavenger hunt, even made up rhymes (I am a Dixie clone).<br />
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Henry-big-head enjoyed it. (I love him enough that I'm allowed to call him whatever I want)<br />
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The hunt resulted in The Price is Right tickets!!!!!!!! Anyone want to babysit for us so we can actually go? ha ha we are pretty excited. They're coming to Saskatoon and probably to wherever you are too so get tickets!<br />
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Al's so much more fun than I am. He'll be the favorite as soon as my boobs are rendered useless. But for now, I'd say I'm winning.<br />
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And to end this beast of a post, a picture of J. She's always begging me to put more pictures of her on here...VAIN, I know...but I miss her anyway.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-48315471745185089162012-12-12T10:46:00.000-08:002012-12-12T10:46:46.847-08:00my babyIt doesn't matter how hard Henry just bit me on the nipple or how deep the two little teeth gouges are after I scream and pull him away, when he has finished nursing and is resting his little (actually it's pretty big) head on my shoulder, I melt.<br />
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Happy announcements for the day: Alan is done another semester!! Only two more semesters of classes and then he starts the "fun stuff". His opinion only on that one.<br />
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Another happy anouncement: it's almost Christmas! Just in case you hadn't heard that. We are making the horrible trek back to SoAB this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited! I love and miss that family of mine. I'm hoping I'll be seeing most of my readers over the holidays, so with that, I'll see you soon!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-13473511827715247362012-12-06T19:11:00.002-08:002012-12-06T19:11:50.052-08:00photographerI'm supposed to be working on my lesson for young womens right now....that's right, I teach lessons at church (MATURE enough for you?)...but instead I decided I would do something massively unproductive and blog.<br />
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I'm supposed to teach my 12/13-year-old girls about controlling their thoughts. How do you teach an entire 40 minute lesson on something so deep and confusing, you've never given it much thought. I can't control my thoughts long enough to think about controlling my thoughts. Figure that one out! I like to keep things simple.<br />
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Keep it simple! Eat some cake! That's my motto!<br />
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Anyways, I think Henry inherited my POV (abbreviation for point of view - not sure if that one is pop enough for everyone to figure out - but I'm sure pop ((the shortened version of popular)) is probably pretty safe here). Henry is veeeeeeery chill. I took him to the mall <i>all </i>day and he either sucked on whatever was in his reach, sucked on his bottom lip when nothing was in reach, fell asleep in a huge mess of poop down his pants that I didn't clean up, or laughed at me doing nothing. He really is an easy baby. I am B to the LESSED to have him.<br />
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Today I spent like 2 hours in the dollar store. Man, they have some good stuff in there! I think I'll stop going anywhere else EVER! Watch me do it and be classy at the same time...WATCH!!<br />
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So one night a few weeks ago, my sis (don't think I've ever called her that - today is abbreviation day!) told me she was making her Christmas card and I was like "I SHOULD MAKE ONE!!!!!!!1" Then I got SO excited about it, found the first one I liked on etsy, told Jennie to recreate it for me, told Alan it was photoshoot day the next day and to take a shower, took a picture, didn't edit it, emailed it to Jennie, she sent me the card...I sent them to Walmart instead of even considering any other options, and WHAM - a Christmas card in T -24 hours.<br />
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Oh there, we were finally all looking - but what's that look on my face?!?!!!!!!!!!!! Very strange.<br />
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I love my little family and I LOOOOVE Christmas. If you want a card, I printed off about 75 extra.<br />
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We had a fun weekend, let me tell you! There were no 4-yr-old drama queens or 2-yr-old...2-yr-olds and we got to shop and eat and eat chocolate (that deserves it's own category). And even though you know I would have loved to see the cute little tyrants, I get to see them in a month and it was so fun just to hang out sans headache. :) Guess I have nothing to complain about anymore, DO I?!!?<br />
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So I'm feeding Henry the other day, you know like I do, and usually he'll be done and then just sit there and laugh at me or Alan or nothing and nobody looking at him...but this time I decided I'd look at him cause there was nothing on TV (I'm joking, of course, I never stop looking at him) So I'm staring at his cute chubby face and he gives me a big ol' grin and WHAAAAAAT the H was that. A tooth. He has a tooth. </div>
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Now, lets talk emotions. I'm emotional. At first I had a good spaz, got all excited, texted everyone I thought might possibly care. Posted about it on Facebook, cause I'm just obnoxious like that (hence, me telling the longest first tooth story ever to come to a blog). And then I got sad. Babies don't have teeth! Henry's not a baby anymore! Tears. After this little tyrade, I got mad. Did Alan even CARE about this ever-so-important milestone that had just occurred?!?!?!? And then I was happy again, but mad cause Jennie still hadn't texted me back and just po'd that there isn't a tooth emoticon on my iPhone, cause that would have been PERFECT. </div>
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Henry is 5 months this week. When he hits 6 and is halfway to a year, I'm sure I'll have another emotional breakdown, but until then, some cute pictures I took of him just a second ago! (sorry, the tooth isn't visible yet, I am certain you are dying with anticipation to see it!)</div>
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He's moved on to his 12-18 month clothes, which is exciting because that's all that is ever on sale at Gap but, yes, also sad. My emotions never get a break.<br />
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I love how in this picture you can see his little tuft of hair! It is getting longer but it's so fly-y..(?) ..that I can never get a good picture of it. I think the child has my painfully thin and fragile hair, which has been falling out like a fiend (mine, not his). Goodbye lovely luscious pregnancy hair, and hello hair in my toes and bra and food and stuck to the back of my arm and in Henry's mouth...I'm telling you, it's everywhere these days. Which doesn't do a whole lot for our new fluffy rug....sick.<br />
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There's that grin! It's very easy to get these days, all I have to do is look at him. Don't mind his snotty nose, his teething process has made him pretty sniffly and every time I try to wipe it, I'm pretty sure he's going to break his neck.<br />
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Henry and his tongue. He is hilarious with it. I keep trying to make a video, so if it ever works, I'll share it. But for now, just know that it IS funny.<br />
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And the beloved dino. Definitely his favorite and first toy. He has already barfed on him at least 20 times. So I'd say it's love (wish I knew how to do a heart emoticon).<br />
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I just feel like whining today. It's so dark out it feels like 10 at night at 10 in the morning, my sister is going to Pitch Perfect without me AGAIN and I can't stop eating cookies. What, that last one is completely my fault? Oh....<br />
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But even as I type this I realize I have nothing to complain about and feel guilty even trying to complain. I just miss my family today and even though we are spoiled with friends and visitors and trips home, I want to just stop over at Jennie's house today so we can BOTH eat cookies all day together, and I can't. ROUGH LIFE.<br />
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Maybe some new pictures of Henry will make you feel better. Oh wait, I'm the one complaining. Well, they make me feel better.<br />
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Just relaxin on the cold (and dirty) leather couch, pretty hard to please.<br />
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Despite the fact that he is stuck on his back 24/7 and can't move himself around at all, Hen always SOMEHOW finds his rag and sucks on it, taking in some delicious bathwater. Guess he's sick of that strict diet I keep him on. Breast milk ONLY. Don't want him getting fat or anything.<br />
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He's always pretty cute, but he's even cuter in his jumper. Jen lent this to us and every door I tried it in Hen would just be sitting on the ground. So either our doors are too short for it (even though I'm pretty sure all doors are the same size..??) or a more reasonable explanation, he was weighing the thing down to the ground. He's a lug, I tell ya!<br />
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Took some pics after we went for our little family Friday night date to Tony Roma's. Can't go anywhere fancy anymore with this kid, but it's not like we ever did.<br />
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He loves to chat with us. Very loudly. And even though I'm glad it's rarely a cry, his happy screams force me to have to crank Ellen and SYTTD up so I can hear it, leaving a resounding headache. First world problems.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5ojaEVTcC8gLaIokOgv3qSulGbfchx1jBqnbWGkUtVvWnD6Zm8DGjBsfcG9a60PSZs9ICAABjdny0kTqD6T2x0zJxQUPGsfBk23EEHMOYVAbqWLL3zZhpmDocvnAgTK43Ss3o5ce06A/s1600/IMG_1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5ojaEVTcC8gLaIokOgv3qSulGbfchx1jBqnbWGkUtVvWnD6Zm8DGjBsfcG9a60PSZs9ICAABjdny0kTqD6T2x0zJxQUPGsfBk23EEHMOYVAbqWLL3zZhpmDocvnAgTK43Ss3o5ce06A/s640/IMG_1530.JPG" width="640" /></a><br />
Alan thinks Henry only likes ME. Cause I get the best laughs out of him. But I am the one with the boobs, so can ya blame him?<br />
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Wish it wasn't fuzzy. BLAAH I love this kid.<br />
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My anti-kissing-babies husband kissing my baby. I tried to get him to kiss him on the mouth for the picture..."come on, it'll be funny!!!" haha if you know Al, you know that it WOULD be funny.<br />
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mmmmmmm, cheeks.<br />
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I put bright red lipstick on this night. We left the house and went to Homesense before dinner and then ended up inviting some friends to dinner so I speedily baby wiped it off before we got to the restaurant. I just felt like I was Liz Lemon'ing all night...."am I pulling this off?" Nope, I sure wasn't.<br />
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Sorry Hen, you got my genes. Gain all your weight in your face. <br />
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He's such a good little study buddy. It's got to be my favorite thing to look over and see Henry sitting on Alan's lap just watching him study. Love overload!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEART EXPLODING!!!!!<br />
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Put his snowsuit on him for the first time - we were desperate to get out of the house. CUTE RIGHT? These little snow pants were just making me die. And that little smile he does is pretty ridic too. I call it is his chubby munchkin smile. Appropriate enough, I'd say.<br />
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I know I whine a lot on here, but where else am I supposed to vent? I still find myself in tears of happiness almost every day. I am so blessed and love every second I get to spend with this baby and his dad!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-71202341585314366052012-10-26T07:27:00.004-07:002012-10-26T08:03:14.209-07:00A 4 Month Henry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Me and Hen left the house yesterday for the first time this week to get his 4 month shots. I hate this cold weather not because it's THAT horrible but because it reminds me of the doom that is inevitably on it's way, winter. So I've been working on halloween costumes and closing my blinds and staying inside, pretending that we live in Arizona and that it's too hot to go outside but that we'll hit the pool next week. </div>
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They weighed and measured Hen at his appt and put him on the ol' chart. At 4 months Henry is:</div>
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<li>18 lbs 7 oz - the 95th percentile for weight</li>
<li>26.5" long - the 95th percentile for length</li>
<li>has a giant head - 97th percentile</li>
<li>doesn't fit in his bumbo unless we squeeze each thigh separately</li>
<li>impossible to lift in his carseat</li>
<li>has plagiocephaly, due to the fact that there is too much Henry for Henry to roll over</li>
<li>breathes heavily - I can hear him from our room while he's in his nursery</li>
<li>sucks on his top lip when he can't find his hands, a soother, a toy or a blanket to shove in his mouth</li>
<li>is calm and floppy (one might also refer to it as being lazy) he doesn't like to stand up, just sit or lay on his back (refer back to plagiocephaly bullet)</li>
<li>is in size 3 diapers</li>
<li>laughs every time we look at him, which involves snorting and squinting his eyes (as you'll witness in the upcoming video, whaaa!!!! my first blog video!)</li>
<li>is the cutest happiest little boy and has me in tears laughing multiple times a day</li>
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I told myself after I had my baby, I'd try to keep the blog about ME and not just post about whatever my baby was doing and when and where and why and things like this, but then I had Henry. And he was cuter and more sweet than I ever imagined possible. And it turns out, Henry is my ENTIRE LIFE. I knew a baby would take up basically all of my time, but I just really couldn't have prepared myself for how wonderfully darling he would be and how I would be ridiculously obsessed with every. single. move he makes (as mentioned in previous post, this includes the screaming). </div>
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Pictures with commentary, as per usual:</div>
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Henry in overalls. He only got to wear these a couple times because he tends to grow at a fairly rapid pace. I'll have to have some more cute little boys to get their use in. (note: all of his cute clothes are from aunty Branny because she's the best and lives by Zara) :D :D DD :D::D:D::D:D so many happy faces but never enough for you Hen!!!!<br />
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Me and Henry in overalls :D :D :D:D:D: :D:D:D:D:D:D: D: D:D (except for I'm not wearing any overalls, sorry) My nose looks big here...I always thought I avoided the Heggie nose, but sometimes, at some angles, I think differently. Hmmm, maybe a nose job will be in the works when I go to get my boob job...ha ha calm down I'm joking (but not about the boob job)<br />
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We are a happy family (primary jingles are prominent around these parts)</div>
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Going on a walk in Roughrider gear just in case someone thinks of mugging us (you don't mess with a fellow fan out here)<br />
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And this is what we were prammin' around. NOT TOO SHABBY<br />
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Henry's hands found eachother a little while ago, and now they never are apart. He always has to have them crossed over his tummy with the fingers interlocked. Cue me screaming through clenched teeth trying not to freak out (cuteness overload).<br />
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Alan impersonating Henry (very well, I might add).<br />
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Ok I put this hoodie (or as the Saskatoonians call it, a bunny hug...ya, I know, what the H?!?!?) anyways, put it on Henry (this is also from auntie Bran) and almost collapsed at the sight of it. I took about 60 pictures and took him to the mall where fellow baby lovers swooned and I gleamed with pride!<br />
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One of many pictures of Henry not giving me much except for the occasional tip-over. I'll take what I can get.<br />
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Oh, a little coo!<br />
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We went home for Thanksgiving and got to see baby ETHAN!!!!!! He is just right in the center there and if you could just see a little closer, you'd see how stunningly handsome he is. Loved him and loved being home and wished I would have showered for the family pic.....<br />
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Alan made this poster. He did a summer research project basically all on his own and created this on his own not knowing what the CRAP he was doing. He worked hard like he usually does and was really proud of it. He then placed 3rd out of all 4 years of med students competing. He's smart and I love him and was just proud as a mama goose. I'm sooooooooo lucky to have my Alley-Cat.<br />
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Henry...as he continues to get chubbier. Likes to stand up while we hold him now. Loves his jolly jumper too. And is quite handsome, wouldn't ya say?<br />
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Sitting up all on his oooown?!!?!? Wow Henry, you are developed beyond your months. (doing a little word play there, you like? as in "wise beyond your years"...I'm so clever). I actually think he owes his sitting up abilities to his belly colliding with his thigh chub, but let's not judge (lest we be judged....) ((it's late))<br />
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hahhaa oh, my little chunkamunk.<br />
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Hen loves to get thrown up in the air and tossed from side to side over and over and over. We're worried it's causing him some sort of inner ear damage, but he chuckles so cute I can't HELP BUT THROW HIM.<br />
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The excessive use of capitals in this post is attributed to the fact that I can't stand this kid. Multiple freak outs a day, have I.<br />
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He loves to study with dad! Hopefully he takes after him and not me and actually goes to school?<br />
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Holding dad's thumb. Too smart for words.<br />
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And all of us!! It's hard to hold our big heavy camera out and capture everyone but when you're all wearing grey, it's worth every effort.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536373672421441619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649910101402486905.post-45412157790485218162012-10-10T21:36:00.001-07:002012-10-10T21:39:35.553-07:00feelings, nothing more than feelingsLately, I catch myself smiling a lot. Just smiling...a big fat grin across my big fat face (ha ha ok it's not THAT fat) but I love it. I have always struggled with being genuinely happy all the time and optimistic....a lot of the time I have to force myself to look at the positive things and be happy about all the wonderful things I have but lately, I'm just smiling! No effort needed.<br />
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Henry has changed my whole life. He has changed me in every way. Some bad (tore me apart in an area I would have loved to stay intact) but mostly, and pretty much only, good.<br />
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I love being a mom. LOOOVE it. I finally feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing and what my body and my personality was meant to do. Even when Henry is crying and just wants me to play with him or snuggle him and even when he's screaming while I try and take the 15 layers off so he can get some boob, I am smiling at him. Everything he does is cute! His screaming is cute. His sneezes that cover his face in snot are cute. His big poops up his back and into his neck rolls are cute. </div>
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Everyone says the same thing and I figured "oh ya, suuuure, you're just saying that to sound cool", but really, no really, I did not know I could love this much. </div>
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And I love Alan even more than I did before. </div>
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Henry, you make me happy as a clam at high tide. </div>
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((he won't smile for pictures - suuuuch a brat))<br />
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