tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41008811368589192562024-03-13T14:25:32.552-07:00A Momma's TakeA look at our lives in progress...I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-31491685521356125782012-03-28T15:10:00.000-07:002012-03-28T15:10:19.969-07:00Tune InFor those of you who follow the blog, I wanted to present the newest blog for you to follow:<br />
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<a href="http://www.dynge3.blogspot.com/">www.dynge3.blogspot.com</a><br />
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I will be documenting Will's first year just like I did for Lilah and probably not updating this blog very much. I do still hope to be able to update this blog occasionally but I know it will be hard enough to stay on top of one. So feel free to move on over to Will's Take as he introduces himself to you.I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-87721715916430781822012-02-25T21:20:00.000-08:002012-02-25T21:20:32.724-08:00Lilah's New RoomAs the pregnancy progressed we slowly went from two kids, one room to two kids, two rooms. Our light sleeper of a 2 year old and a young infant that we are pretty certain we don't want in our room for three months (before he is sleeping through the night hopefully!) just didn't feel like a good mixture for overall family happiness. So the plan progressed to moving Lilah into the spare room and downgrading the spare bed to a futon for company. Then I met Pinterest. And I couldn't seem to stop myself. The result is an adorable, exciting "Big Girl Room" for my big girl that makes me feel like I am spoiling her on one hand and jealousy on the other. After all, I was in high school before I got my "Big Girl Room." And now our little guy will start to get the attention he deserves for his arrival. <br />
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This is our remodel journey in pictures. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Our spare room, already slightly modified after the purchase of the second crib. Good bye exercise equipment, hello world revolving around kids!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Day 1: painting preparations. I bought some stencils to "make the project easier" for a fun design on a feature wall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAfIp0K3jG0/T0m4tWD1T4I/AAAAAAAABrQ/9p-njfD7TtI/s1600/IMG_4667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAfIp0K3jG0/T0m4tWD1T4I/AAAAAAAABrQ/9p-njfD7TtI/s320/IMG_4667.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I knew Lilah would not take well to painting going on without contributing so I made sure she had a painting project of her own to tackle. Her project was much quicker than the one in her room, but she loved every second of it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2xWED1-O68/T0m4zhnv73I/AAAAAAAABrY/oYy8UxmFSfo/s1600/IMG_4671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2xWED1-O68/T0m4zhnv73I/AAAAAAAABrY/oYy8UxmFSfo/s320/IMG_4671.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Oops, moment of realization that we should have put on disposables hit when we sat in on the paint cup</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPswucAUgs8/T0m4_0qkyxI/AAAAAAAABro/RW6HAckNhTg/s1600/IMG_4674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPswucAUgs8/T0m4_0qkyxI/AAAAAAAABro/RW6HAckNhTg/s320/IMG_4674.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doesn't everyone take a break from the artistic process to practice their golf swing?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pT76PtKnFs/T0m5PiduIEI/AAAAAAAABr4/_4R-ZUu3RPA/s1600/IMG_4679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pT76PtKnFs/T0m5PiduIEI/AAAAAAAABr4/_4R-ZUu3RPA/s320/IMG_4679.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Day 2: Tedious paint process still underway.... Lilah kept very busy helping, and I kept very busy trying to keep her entertained with other fun things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHbh-fXahoc/T0m5Wu6zS-I/AAAAAAAABsA/oF3Z1uwmj_8/s1600/IMG_4680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHbh-fXahoc/T0m5Wu6zS-I/AAAAAAAABsA/oF3Z1uwmj_8/s320/IMG_4680.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Skip to Day 4: Almost done...dark outside...Oh please let this be over soon! And by the way Lilah - you are never changing this wall! She seemed to still be having a good time maintaining constant watch over the progress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSL1yg5qAEc/T0m5jNQJCaI/AAAAAAAABsQ/kKUB0C1K6lU/s1600/IMG_4683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSL1yg5qAEc/T0m5jNQJCaI/AAAAAAAABsQ/kKUB0C1K6lU/s320/IMG_4683.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Lilah trying out her almost finished Fort. Complete with pillow mattress, lots of throw pillows, fun lights and of course, books! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TLLt-HDpUc/T0m5qb9yUqI/AAAAAAAABsY/9OD7Z-IHaG8/s1600/IMG_4689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TLLt-HDpUc/T0m5qb9yUqI/AAAAAAAABsY/9OD7Z-IHaG8/s320/IMG_4689.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And here it is - the finished product, projects complete...for now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">One toddler bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pk8V35pmbmo/T0m6CuJF_iI/AAAAAAAABsw/Cmq1fYc6oq4/s1600/IMG_4703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pk8V35pmbmo/T0m6CuJF_iI/AAAAAAAABsw/Cmq1fYc6oq4/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">One refinished nightstand and lamp.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyFTd5TaYAU/T0m6IyeTUjI/AAAAAAAABs4/IX9Gu9-jEc8/s1600/IMG_4704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyFTd5TaYAU/T0m6IyeTUjI/AAAAAAAABs4/IX9Gu9-jEc8/s320/IMG_4704.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One beautifully painted 'L'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0YBOTksrJM/T0m6YGk0d6I/AAAAAAAABtI/Xt-8W82bZNI/s1600/IMG_4706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0YBOTksrJM/T0m6YGk0d6I/AAAAAAAABtI/Xt-8W82bZNI/s320/IMG_4706.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One futon (Please still come visit!) and wall for future artwork and masterpieces. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8Ea711uruo/T0m6fGgYCSI/AAAAAAAABtQ/6atcBXBzi7U/s1600/IMG_4708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8Ea711uruo/T0m6fGgYCSI/AAAAAAAABtQ/6atcBXBzi7U/s320/IMG_4708.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">The big picture</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UHQABExJaY/T0m6QbZ2NRI/AAAAAAAABtA/ulf_OFPY-P4/s1600/IMG_4705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UHQABExJaY/T0m6QbZ2NRI/AAAAAAAABtA/ulf_OFPY-P4/s320/IMG_4705.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> And here is the Big Girl, taking her moving into her new room very seriously. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0Qb5aYR2MU/T0m6qzJKTEI/AAAAAAAABtg/416A9kgu38s/s1600/IMG_4713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0Qb5aYR2MU/T0m6qzJKTEI/AAAAAAAABtg/416A9kgu38s/s320/IMG_4713.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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So by the time I got this blog together I am happy to report that the "Big Girl" is sound asleep in her new room for the first time. It will be interesting to see where she is actually sleeping when we sneak in there to take a peek later. Boy does this feels like a monumental moment. Lilah is one amazing girl and we are so in love with her right now, even her constant limit pushing. I know that I should be better at capturing the day to day moments because she never ceases to amaze us with how much she grows everyday.I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-24283841956138899232012-02-08T12:49:00.000-08:002012-02-08T12:51:52.646-08:00Growing QuicklyToday we went in for a growth Ultrasound. They said I was measuring bigger and wanted to check it out. This will not influence my decision on whether to be induced or not (NOT!) but I will let them try and talk me into it. So far this "little guy" is already measuring around 5 lbs 3oz and has a head in the 70th percentile. Yikes! Here is a couple 3D pictures we got and the bottom one is Lilah for comparison. I don't see much resemblance, except for the cheeks, so I am thinking he is taking after Shannon - big head and all! He was crazy active and wouldn't ever sit still enough for her to get a "great" shot. For most of her tries his foot was up in the way of his face. A kidder already. Shannon says this first shot is his "power to the people" shot. <br />
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</tbody></table>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-68680169339333488862012-01-27T14:35:00.000-08:002012-01-27T14:35:27.493-08:00Exercise, or lack there ofWho would have thought that this one little word has such a huge impact on my life. <br />
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I know it has been a long time since my last post. We were in the groove before the holidays and it just passed us by. We had a really nice Christmas week vacation in California, even with some sickness mixed in. It was relaxing and nice to have a whole week with Shannon around. Seems like we hardly have him home lately. But the driving did me in. Not only did I get sick as soon as we got home, but I also aggravated my hips. I tried Stroller Strides one week after we got home and it was terrible. I was ready to go back to the level I was at before Christmas and combined with already sore hips, I pushed myself past pain to injury. I literally couldn't walk, sit or sleep for several days after. The pain would just escalate the more I tried to stretch or move them, so rest was truly the best thing for me. Faced with idea of not being able to do Stroller Strides or any "true" exercise besides walking, I went into a funk! It's January, and by the time I get the postpartum clear to exercise it will be June before I am back. That brought moments of panic. Add to that a whinny, defiant 2 year old, and I slipped into downright gloom. The tipping point was a terrible awful moment in the library. Yes, public...gasp! Lilah wouldn't come and kept running the opposite direction. I tried quiet reasoning, louder yelling, treats, bargaining. I got no response but giggles and more running in the opposite direction. I snapped. I felt intense anger. I almost injured my child. I went home and cried...for the rest of the day. I had to get back out there and burn some energy, get out those pent up emotions, be around somebody else besides Lilah! I knew something had to give. <br />
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So I headed back to Stroller Strides this week. It is now three weeks later and the hips are feeling better. If they start to hurt, I just stop what I am doing, take it easy for awhile, and protect them. I have stepped the activity level down to below "low impact." Very little running. No serious strength exercises with the legs and no twisting moves. But I made it back. In a few short days, my whole attitude is shifting again. It is impossible to pinpoint what it is exactly. But life is just better. I got a project done for Lilah's new room. I am feeling less resentment...towards everything, including myself. <br />
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So how is it that one little thing, albeit important, can have such an impact on my life? And how did I survive all those years while I pushed exercise aside for "more important" things? I think back on some rough patches in my life and wonder how it might have been different. But there is no going back. Only moving forward. And I choose MOVING!I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-13404363028319452082012-01-08T08:22:00.000-08:002012-01-08T08:22:30.399-08:00Daily Pictures 2011 - boring version<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While we appeal to EMI that we aren't using our Lilah videos with their songs for monetary gain, here is the silent version of the video for those that had trouble viewing the previous post. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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IT'S A BOY!<br />
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I am in a little bit of shock. But I guess it was a 50/50 shot. Now that you all know, we will keep you guessing until the arrival of this little one before you find out the name. We have to have one surprise! Oh and Lilah says that she wants "her baby brudder to come live at ours house!" Ok, it's a deal :)I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-84788886465727316192011-11-06T19:52:00.000-08:002011-11-06T19:55:18.939-08:00Seriously?This one needed a post. <br />
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At 3:30 this afternoon a suggestion that we needed to clean Lilah's carpet turned into this:<br />
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It's now 8:40 and all is mostly back together. I think he could sense I really needed him to fix it. Hopefully the faint odor of urine from Lilah's room will also be gone.I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-45889435244277711382011-11-01T22:48:00.000-07:002011-11-01T22:48:20.185-07:00Lilah's Birthday WeekendMy little baby is 2! And acting like it. But I digress. We had quite a weekend celebrating with Grandma Miaja, Auntie Michelle, Peyton and Rylee. Their coming really made the weekend and was such a treat for Lilah. This post will really be mostly pictures but I will give a quick recaps. <br />
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The weekend started a little rough with a stomach bug, Lilah had it Wednesday and I got it Friday. Luckily just a 24 hour thing, but rough nonetheless. Shannon whisked the company away as soon as they pulled in the driveway to head over to a birthday party for our dear friend Savannah. The girls all had a great time in a bounce house and I got some more time to try and pull myself together. <br />
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Sunday we debated what we wanted to do for the day and settled on the zoo. It was a good idea because all the girls had such an amazing time and it is so fun to see the excitement over the animals. Grandma spoiled the girls and they got to feed giraffes, ride camels, and just enjoy what the zoo had to offer. Both little girls left the zoo asleep in the stroller. <br />
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Monday was the big day. Halloween, Lilah's Birthday, FUN FUN FUN. I had decided that with all the other parties going on and the excitement of having family around, that we would not hold an official birthday party this year. I am glad in hindsight based on the fact that I was bed ridden for 24 hours and it would have stressed me to no end to pull a party off. Instead we decided to celebrate with all our Stroller Strides friends at the Halloween themed class and bring cake to the potluck after. Then we topped off the night with Trick or Treating, of course. Lilah's best buddy, Madeleine joined us and the babies were amazingly adorable; walking right up to the doors, yelling trick or treat, inspecting each piece of candy, saying 'Thank You' and looking precious in their costumes. We only walked around the block, but it was plenty for the girls. We had some pumpkin rolls/bars/cake (didn't quite turn out like planned, but still yummy) and opened some gifts. The girls played and played that night and didn't get to bed until late, but I just didn't have the heart to break up Lilah's "It's my Birthday Party!" <br />
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</tbody></table>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-33452946534632477122011-10-22T20:47:00.000-07:002011-10-22T20:47:19.086-07:00To all of you who follow this...sorry!And welcome back. I guess this post is my attempt to getting myself used to blogging again. I have gotten out of the habit and besides not feeling like I have much to say, I have been feeling way too behind to catch up. So what have we been up to in the past month (plus)? A lot! <br />
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Part of the reason for lack of desire to think, let alone write, was the first trimester "fun." For the first 13 weeks of this pregnancy nausea was running my life. I was exhausted, no energy, no brain power, and trying my best to stay on top of being a mom to a active toddler. I managed to get myself to Stroller Strides at least 3 times a week, which helped. I also took naps most days with Lilah, who luckily is still napping regularly around an hour and a half. Now I am feeling much better. I am 16 weeks. And I feel like I am alive again. Although I admit I am still napping most days. I went to my OB thursday and got a thumbs up on progress. This was the first time I got to hear the heartbeat. Last time, baby wasn't cooperating yet so there was another ultrasound. It was nice, but it is a little like seeing anything on TV, not really reality. But hearing that heartbeat was one of the most uplifting sounds I have heard in a while. And to make it better, Lilah came with me. As the whoosh whoosh of the heartbeat came over the speaker, she leaned up and said "What that noise?" Dr. Tom explained it was the babies heartbeat and she looked confused. But later she explained to Daddy that we heard the baby, it is in Mommy's tummy! <br />
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Probably the most important event of the past month was Megan's wedding! That meant a two week trip to Cedarville for Lilah and me. The first week was a whirlwind of activity trying to finish up everything for the wedding, the rehearsal dinner, and the Sunday breakfast after the wedding. Let's just say there were a few small details to work out! <br />
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Lilah and I really didn't take much on by ourselves, except to play outside in the great weather and make sure we were eating on a regular schedule. I am not really sure how we spent our days, but it was nice just to go with the flow and relax. We picked and ate a ton of tomatoes from my mom's garden, we picked and ate wonderful peaches off the neighbors tree. You get the picture. We spent a lot of time investigating and supervising the work going on the my parents big remodel project. <br />
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On Thursday I went with Megan and Alyssa to get our nails done. <br />
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On Friday was the rehearsal and big dinner. And Saturday was the big day. The weather held for the first day of October with clear skies, windy conditions that calmed for the wedding, and highs in the 70's. Megan was absolutely beautiful and I was a weepy mess. Darn hormones. I don't really have many pictures from the big day because we were so busy. Me, trying my best to get beautiful and Shannon, chasing our crazy little girl all over. I bought Lilah some squeaky shoes because I like the way they looked, and it was decided that she should leave the squeak in. This meant that she didn't stop moving the whole day, but managed to capture the spotlight for the day, behind the bride of course. I am hoping to post some of Jen's amazing photos when they are available. <br />
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</tbody></table>I guess the rest of our month(s) away will pass without the updates that they probably deserve. We really fell into a routine to get us through everyday, and besides a few small adventures, we are carrying on. Lilah will be two in a week and a half! And is getting more and more amazing. It is impossible to accurately relay the hilarity of the phases that come out of her and attitude that goes with them in text. With as much growth as she has had in the last year, I can't wait to see what the next year brings.<br />
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I will finish with some pictures from a recent pumpkin patch outing with the Stroller Strides group.<br />
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</tbody></table>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-55250192281185855152011-09-21T21:18:00.000-07:002011-09-21T21:18:34.760-07:00Things heard at our house tonightDemanding voice: "Daddy, get it!" Shannon: "Get what?" "Daddy, get Lilah's red soccer ball, PLEASE!." <br />
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"Where's ball at?' Lilah can't see it! And then giggling like crazy because she was standing right over it and pretending not to look at it. <br />
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Me: "Where's Lilah?" Lilah: "Here's Lilah!" (She popped up over the side of the chair, and it was a little reminiscent of "Here's Johnny!")<br />
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I really couldn't be more proud of her and how much she is communicating already. She is not even 23 months yet and this is everyday conversation for her at this point. She just had us in stitches tonight! Here is a picture from yesterday. She is getting so big. <br />
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About a month ago we got to visit a local Fire Station, thanks to Stroller Strides. I have been remiss at posting the pictures, but better late than never I guess. Lilah, in usual fashion, was a little hesitant to jump right in. I never got a picture of her by herself on the engine and she wanted nothing to do with the spraying the hose when they let the kids take turns, but she can't stop talking about the firefighters and how she wants to go back. Maybe next time around she will be a little more adventurous...or maybe not. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We made it out Thursday morning just after 10. We had the car packed with us and the dogs and were pulling the trailer with the gear. We made our way out of the city and up into the hills. The temperature kept dropping. The clouds were forming up ahead and we commented on how we better set up camp fast because it looked like we were going to get some afternoon rain. We checked out several campgrounds around the Woods Canyon Lake area and decided on one. Lilah and the dogs were both whining to get out at this point. We were literally at the site for 5 minutes when we felt the first drops. Shannon rushed to get the tent up since we had already pulled it out and Lilah and I sat underneath the back door of the car as the rain started to pick up. Once the tent was mostly up, with rainfly, Shannon joined us and the five of us cuddled at the back of the car for about 20 minutes while it poured. Then it started clearing and we thought we were good. We unpacked more of the car and started to get set up. But the dark clouds didn't let up and soon it was raining again. We tried to sit for awhile under the shelter we rigged, but we were getting wet and our campsite was turning into one big puddle. Shannon took this picture with his cell phone because I was too afraid to bring my camera out of the car even in its bag. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X15xIUBeiWk/TlB2NJZ0vzI/AAAAAAAABgA/xeH8KR-a2Q8/s1600/IMG00013-20110818-1617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X15xIUBeiWk/TlB2NJZ0vzI/AAAAAAAABgA/xeH8KR-a2Q8/s320/IMG00013-20110818-1617.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I decided that I could at least be setting up in the tent while we waited for the rain to subside so Lilah and I retreated to the tent. Shannon ran back and forth bringing the suitcases, sleeping bags, and pack n play. I set up and Lilah "helped." It was pouring rain at this point with lightning and thunder directly overhead. Lilah handled it really well. A couple of the cracks of thunder made me jump out of my skin. It wasn't long before we realized we were hungry. So Shannon braved the elements and cooked us dinner. I wished I had the camera with me in the tent to take a picture of Shannon, standing in a puddle with shorts and sandals on, the rain coming down in sheets, in front of the camp stove. We made it out of the tent briefly while the rain slowed to a drizzle to eat. But all got soaking wet. As soon as we were done we were back in the tent and never made it out the rest of the night. Lilah went down relatively easily and was asleep before 8:30. Shannon and I were going to wait out the rain and then go back out when it slowed, but were both asleep by the time that happened. The rain continued off and on all night, but we woke up to a beautiful morning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were able to sneak out of the tent around 7 without Lilah waking! I started hot water and was headed to the bathroom when I saw the most amazing sight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dd1cDsXYRk/TlBnu8cVqpI/AAAAAAAABeo/JQk1znJDOhM/s1600/IMG_4050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dd1cDsXYRk/TlBnu8cVqpI/AAAAAAAABeo/JQk1znJDOhM/s320/IMG_4050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>And the second most amazing sight of the morning...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Our campsite</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvzN4s2sDM/TlBok5vNqhI/AAAAAAAABfI/PqX5dgqqR5g/s1600/IMG_4067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPvzN4s2sDM/TlBok5vNqhI/AAAAAAAABfI/PqX5dgqqR5g/s320/IMG_4067.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div>Once we were all up we got breakfast and walked around the campground. Then we decided to take a drive and go investigate the area more. The campground is located right next to the beautiful Mogollon Rim, at about 7,500 ft. It is beautiful. I wish we would have explored it/hiked it a little more. Instead we decided to drive into the forest about 20 more miles off the highway to a small campground/lake area (Knolls Lake) to investigate the campground. We are looking for a great place, a little more off the beaten path, but with amenities and this one seemed to fit the bill. It was a great little lake. Clear, beautiful, small boat ramp, and chilly. We had PB&J on the shore while Lilah and the dogs waded. But we could see the clouds building again and rolling in, so we didn't stay long. It was worth the drive and spectacular views from the rim. <br />
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I was preparing myself for another night in the tent, and NOT looking forward to it. I got Lilah and I better dressed for rain and pulled out some things to keep us busy in the rain, outside, as long as possible. This time the rain/hail down poured about 15 minutes, drizzled another hour, and then let up. We never even had to escape to the tent. <br />
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</tbody></table>We had dinner and lots puddle hopping. Then it was time for Lilah to go to bed. Once again she went down like a champ. Shannon and I got to have our time next to the campfire, over a game of Scrabble. Not to brag or anything, but I whopped him with a score of over 300. That never happens to me! The campground got more and more full as people started coming in for the weekend. I was feeling old, I got grumpy trying to sleep while all the "young" people got loud and rowdy and drunk. Maybe it was a little jealousy as I lay there feeling nauseous, hoping the loud noises and car lights wouldn't wake Lilah. <br />
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Morning two, I woke up to voices at 5 AM. Lilah made in until 6:30. It definitely wasn't the same calm scene as the morning before. Instead of two elk, I got to see a trail of red cups heading to the bathroom. Oh well. We had a great breakfast, which always makes everything better. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lilah was a little grumpy this morning. Everytime she would pick up a toy she would cry out that it was dirty and throw it back down. Every five minutes, she would whine and ask for us to wash her hands. Poor thing, I don't think she understood the beauty of camping, and was ready to go home. I was tired, and so Shannon and Lilah took the dogs for a walk while I laid down before packing. A must - the camping nap! Lilah played around while Shannon I took our time packing up the campsite to head home. Conner was ready to head home too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWMlM9lr7Po/TlBpbwdGu4I/AAAAAAAABfc/qxeHST8pHtI/s1600/IMG_4083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWMlM9lr7Po/TlBpbwdGu4I/AAAAAAAABfc/qxeHST8pHtI/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am really glad we went. It was a really nice trip. Even the night spent in the tent was worth it. I think Lilah will love camping, as soon as we can convince her it is ok to get dirty while camping. And I am so glad we only stayed two nights. I am exhausted. But not as exhausted as Lilah was for the ENTIRE ride home. Literally, OUT, before we left the campground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFKG1reiD54/TlBqUJQ8QqI/AAAAAAAABfo/fs_8xsvwnv0/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFKG1reiD54/TlBqUJQ8QqI/AAAAAAAABfo/fs_8xsvwnv0/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-19138811424609428902011-08-07T14:38:00.000-07:002011-08-07T14:38:51.657-07:00A BIG month for this familyI am so ashamed. It is August. My last post....mid June! Wow, I am on the ball this summer. Granted we were gone from home for almost three weeks while we spent time with friends and family in California. It was a great trip. To be honest, the first long trip I have taken with Lilah that I wasn't dying to get home after the first week. She was a great traveler, slept well (except those couple of nights when she would realize I was in the room with her), and had a great time having a constant stream of people to play with. <br />
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Then I left again the very next weekend. Just me, no kid, no husband. I went to Bend OR and spent the weekend with my good friend CB. CB is the quintessential gym rat, the strongest, most in-shape girl I know (well besides my SS moms of course). I knew that an excuse of a good race would be the perfect reason to escape for a weekend and go hang out with her. We ran the 10k as part of the Deschutes Dash weekend (a full triathlon). It was a great weekend and so nice to get away from everything. The race went well too. I wanted to be under 60 minutes and I came in at 56:14. <br />
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After that weekend I didn't feel like I could catch up. I tried getting back to regular workouts and better eating habits. Lilah was cranky and clingy. It went on this way for a couple of weeks. Just trying to keep it together, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not. Then I had a morning Body Back run on a Saturday morning. We put in just shy of 6 miles that morning. Usually I feel great after doing that, but this morning I was dragging. I took a nap for 3 hours that day and another the next day. My stomach felt a little uneasy all weekend. I was crying at stupid commercials. Wait a minute, could it be, oh no! I mean, oh YEAH!<br />
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That's right. Lilah is going to become a big sister sometime around April 1st, 2012. Was this planned? Yes. Were we trying? Yes. But for only a couple of weeks. Literally a few days. And I had been gone so much that there was only once. Yep, it really does take only once. <br />
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I know I am only 6 weeks along and you are supposed to wait the official 8 weeks to start sharing the news, but I am not as nervous this go around. If anything does go wrong, I am sure I will share with all of you here, and we will move on. There are actually a lot of things different about the way I feel about this pregnancy and I have a feeling that will be indicative of the whole second kid. <br />
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I love this baby already. I had no idea what having a child would be like the first go around, and had a hard professing love to the thing that made me feel so awful. Of course now I know what that love is and I am already in love with Baby Lentil (the vegetable equivalent for this week). Last time I had given up all "bad" substances, like alcohol and caffeine, before stopping birth control. This time I have the 'oh, I am pregnant, guess I better put down this cup of coffee' mentality. Anyway, I am glad I will have this blog to share the pregnancy ups and downs. But just don't expect it too often because the official rule is that Momma sleeps when Lilah sleeps is in effect!I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-85503555357353582542011-06-20T21:48:00.000-07:002011-06-20T21:48:52.355-07:00Happy Daddy's Day!This is the first thing Shannon heard on Sunday as he got a big hug and a kiss from his biggest fan, Lilah. It sounded more like "huppy DADDY dye" but the point was made. We swept in baring gifts and hugs for the our favorite Dad in the whole world as we woke him up for the big day ahead. We made portable breakfast, smoothies and toast, and hit the road to the Phoenix Zoo before it got too hot. Lilah loves reading about all the animals and can recognize and name all the "big" ones. She has had two trips to zoos already but Shannon wasn't able to come with us either time so he was excited to go with her. We pulled into the parking lot, told Lilah we were at the zoo to see animals, and she practically jumped out of the car into the stroller proclaiming "SEE ANIMALS!" We headed into the zoo, only to find out that Dad's are half off on Father's Day. Score! We made it through the whole zoo, only missing a few small exhibits, and had lunch all before nap time hit. It was a great day and watching Shannon and Lilah share that experience was priceless. Although I do think my favorite was listening to Lilah proclaim "MORE ANIMALS!" when she had her fill of which ever animal we were admiring at the moment (she said it only about 100 times). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One happy, hot little girl. As soon as I snapped this picture she said "MORE ANIMALS!"</td></tr>
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Part of my problem is that I don't have much left in me at the end of each day due to the fact that I am smack dab in the middle of another round of Body Back. I felt I needed the kick to get me back to the fitness level I had before Christmas and before all the sickness wiped me out. So I am back to trying to stick to a healthy diet plan and two workouts a day. It is going well so far I guess, 7 pounds down and feeling much stronger already. But man does it wear me out and leave me constantly judging all my actions - does this fit the BB plan??? If I am asking that question it usually means it doesn't. And I have been asking myself that a lot lately. <br />
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As usual Lilah rules my life, as I seem to follow her ups and downs. Today was a rough one, with lots of fits and raised voices and tears on both our parts. She is so darn strong headed, boy are we in trouble. But I have to keep reminding myself to just get through the day because tomorrow will be completely different. And I am SOOOO incredibly proud of her and amazed on a daily basis. Her vocabulary is huge at this point. I would guess at least 50 words, mainly because we read so much everyday that she has most of her books memorized at this point and can "read" them to me. The hard part right now is that she is trying so hard to say so many words, and sometimes I just don't get it and she gets so frustrated. But the latest development, as my heart swells with pride, she is counting! I expected words at 18 months, maybe not so many, but words. But the girl can count with me up to 10 and knows what most of the numbers are when I quiz her on them. <br />
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We had Shannon's parents in town two weekends ago. They got Lilah and we got to go out on an overnight for our 6th anniversary. We stayed at the Tapitio Cliffs Hilton and had a wonderful day/evening. I went for a nice run to start out the day because I knew the next day was going to be shot. We left the house around 11 and headed to the 9 hole golf course near us. It had been two years (I was pregnant with Lilah) since I had been golfing and I didn't do too bad. Then we headed up to the resort and lounged by the pool with beers for several hours followed by champagne and strawberries, followed by an amazing dinner at the Point of View restaurant. Only negative was that the wind was blowing too hard and we weren't able to sit out on the patio. It was just what we needed and I am ready to do it again, anybody up for babysitting? <br />
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That felt good to get all that off my chest and hopefully that will help me avoid the toffee almonds that were calling my name. Off to do my second workout of the day and looking forward to a better day tomorrow.I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-72856946394367811242011-05-04T07:28:00.000-07:002011-05-04T07:31:15.683-07:00Easter 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>We had a quiet but very nice Easter weekend this year. We started the weekend off with an Easter Egg hunt and a visit from the Easter Bunny at Stroller Strides on Friday. Lilah was really fascinated by the very large bunny and did pretty good on his lap. She wasn't quite sure what the egg hunt was all about though. By the time she decided she was actually going to go pick up an egg, a little boy swooped in grabbed it. His mom was nice and made him give it back to her. Then she got a couple more after and of course enjoyed the snacks inside. The first pictures are proof I did her hair! She left it in for 40 minutes until she discovered it but it was half out before we got in the car. <br />
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Saturday was a nice day at home. During the afternoon we had a visitor. We babysat Lilah's friend Madeleine while her parents got a nice day out. The girls did so good together and had fun. Shannon decided that the girls needed to help him dye Easter Eggs. There was 8 eggs dyed in total and several fingers, a couple of legs, some hair, and the patio. <br />
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The Easter Bunny made a stop at our house for Lilah on Sunday morning. He brought her some new books and a couple little toys. He also hid several eggs filled with Bunny crackers, cheese puffs, and yogurt covered pretzels. By this time she had mastered the egg hunt, and for those who really want some Lilah time, I will post the entire hunt via video. <br />
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</div>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-12273256794505879622011-04-23T21:38:00.000-07:002011-04-23T21:38:40.656-07:00My Bountiful BasketToday was a good, busy, long day and I am exhausted. But I thought I could muster up a few minutes of typing to share with you one of the best parts of my day. Today I picked up my first Bountiful Basket and I am hooked already. I have to send out a huge thanks to my body back teammate Wendy for sharing the information with me. <br />
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A quick "about them" paragraph. Bountiful baskets is a fruit and veggie food co-op that is non profit and volunteer run. Every other week they offer a basket full of half fruits, half veggies for $15. Plus there are extra options including bread, cookies, and specialty baskets like the Italian basket I got this week. Here is the website link <a href="http://www8.bountifulbaskets.org/">http://www8.bountifulbaskets.org/</a>. <br />
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This morning, after a wonderful early morning 4 mile run with my momma friends, I had to hurry to pick up my basket in the alloted window of time. I was a little shocked by the weight of everything as I lugged it to the car. And unloading it all at home with like unloading the Easter Basket a day early. As I said before I not only got the weekly offer but the Italian basket too. This was the take this morning - all for $22.50. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">12 apples</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 bananas</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 lb strawberries</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 grapefruit</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 pineapple</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 honeydew</div><div class="MsoNormal">3 onions</div><div class="MsoNormal">4 zucchini</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 eggplant</div><div class="MsoNormal">4 broccoli heads</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 parsnips</div><div class="MsoNormal">11 yams</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 package mushrooms</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 bag spinach</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 bunch asparagus</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bunches of basil, oregano, rosemary, parsley </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I had fun writing my meals/shopping list for the next week. The only produce I will have to pick up are some blueberries and tomatoes. Otherwise we are set! </div>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-62017074560152840252011-04-11T20:49:00.000-07:002011-04-11T21:03:58.991-07:00Spring 2011I know that is broad title for a blog post, but I am very behind in posting pictures and talking about the events over the past couple of months, so I figured why not get it all out in one long post. So, fair warning, this blog will be long and filled with lots of fun pictures of a gorgeous little girl that I am very partial to. We start with a naked butt :) Sure to catch some attention...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first week in March, Lilah and I piled in the car at the awful hour of 4 AM and made the 10 hour trek to Visalia to stay with Shannon't family. The fact that it was my niece Peyton's first birthday was the overall reason for the trip. Lilah is a trooper in the car. I couldn't ask for a better traveling partner. The week started off great. Lilah had SOOOO much fun with her cousins. They are all going to be such good friends. The birthday party was good. And then we ended the week with sickness. Yes....more sickness. But it didn't stop Lilah from hanging out (and ultimately sharing her sickness with everyone). When Lilah was starting to feel a little better and I was just starting to feel like I was coming down with it we made the long drive home. Lilah was trooper, but driving that far that long when you don't feel good was terrible. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yum - that frosting is good</td></tr>
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When we got home it took me almost two weeks to recover from the nasty bug we caught in CA. But in time, with some antibiotics for a sinus infection, things seem to be back to normal for us. Lilah decided it was time to only nap once a day, so she takes one afternoon nap now. She also weaned herself off her bottle completely. She was down to just one in the morning and she stopped asking for it, so I stopped offering it to her. She can be so easy some times. The most exciting part of the last month is that she has started talking like crazy. Her vocabulary is huge right now and she just wants to read books ALL the time. She loves pointing out all the things she knows and her pronunciation is getting better and better daily. <br />
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It was a real treat to have my parents come out for a week at the end of March. They got to witness the changes that Lilah has made since Christmas. She is changing so much I know that they wish they got to see her more. But it was so great to have them here and Lilah loved having them too, she always had somebody paying attention to her. For my Dad's birthday I got tickets to go see a Spring Training game - it was the last game for the Mariners and the Rockies. <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">We also spent a day at the Wildlife World Zoo. Lilah was using some of that vocabulary to name animals and learned how to talk like a monkey. She and Gramps had a great time together looking at all the animals. She got most excited in the aquarium and was running around, crazy, excitedly pointing out all the fish and critters. It was a fun day. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking each other out</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching the birds, monkeys, and fish with Gramps</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The baby monkey was one of my favorites</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another cute picture</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, I see him!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure what to think about touching anything in the touch pools.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The week went quickly, as I knew it would. We spent a few hours out at the Scottsdale Fashion Square doing some dress reconnaissance for Megan's wedding. We took Gram and Gramps to swim lessons to watch. We had great meals and sat out on the patio every night to eat. It was nice and HOT for the snow and rain weary. We finished the trip with a breakfast at The Buttes resort in Phoenix with my Uncle Bunie and cousins Neal and Kiana. It was great to see them all. <br />
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Daddy took this picture last week. This is the position that you will find Lilah and I in most of the day. Reading, reading, reading. <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I had the hose on our poor citrus trees one evening and Lilah has stepped outside for a few minutes. I watched from the kitchen window as she gingerly picked up the hose and checked it out. Then started playing with it a bit more, and got more and more wet. Time to start playing in the water outside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3PePxQ6RZg/TaKSRa4FdcI/AAAAAAAABP8/K_Cowf2re8I/s1600/IMG_3550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3PePxQ6RZg/TaKSRa4FdcI/AAAAAAAABP8/K_Cowf2re8I/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, this is pretty fun to drink from</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So from the Friday my parents were here to this past Saturday the temperature in Phoenix changed 50 degrees! We still made it to the park even though rain was threatening. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That was AWESOME!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>After her fun with the hose, we couldn't resist this table from Costco last weekend. It is supposed to hold water in half and sand in the other. I was envisioning lots of mud, so we opted for water only. But she seemed to LOVE it!<br />
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If you made it to this point, you must really care or be super bored and have nothing else to do. But I am finally done! I will try to keep blogs coming more frequently now that we are not sick anymore and getting out of the funk I was in. Because we are NEVER getting sick again - ha ha ha!I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-61385077372588606802011-04-07T22:10:00.000-07:002011-04-07T22:10:30.547-07:00AddictionMy name is Kate and I am addict. It has been only two minutes since my last online purchase and that is my third for the day. Seriously, this is getting ridiculous! Out of curiosity I searched for order confirmations in my email for the last month. I almost fell out of my chair at the grand total. And that didn't include the $300 TV for bedroom because ours went out or the other extravagant purchase of the month (just a car)! Let's not talk about how much time I spent researching cars! I think I need to go cold turkey and just unplug. But the thought seriously makes my palms sweaty. <br />
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I don't know why I go through these phases, but it is truly an addiction. I think about checking all my sites for good deals before they are gone every morning as I am getting out of bed. I brush off my child's attempts to read a story with me or run around the back yard because I don't want to miss a good deal. I feel devastated if the one thing that interests me is sold out. And lately I have been bad about buying stuff that I don't even really need or want once it comes. But my heart races as I check or shop. I get excited as I add something to my shopping cart. I have a moment of sensibility that starts to take over as I add my credit card number, but I quickly squash it. And then I wait, with excitement, as shipment notices come, and for the doorbell to ring each day. If I don't have anything outstanding I get, well, depressed and try to come with some excuse for something that is needed. This latest bout came because Lilah has gone through a bit of a growth spurt and is finally ready for 18 month clothing! It is summer time and time for a new wardrobe. She now has a dresser stuffed full, granted of VERY cute things. <br />
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</div>So I am writing this blog as my public intervention notice. If you hear me excitedly talk about Kid Steals, Zulily, fun clothing sites, etc... feel free to give me a good slap. And remind me that car payments start soon!I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-88654061836608026532011-02-20T16:31:00.000-08:002011-02-20T16:31:47.570-08:00IMS Arizona Half Marathon 2011Shannon is keeping Lilah busy this afternoon and I am literally parked in the recliner so it seemed like as good a time as any to write about my day. It wasn't a typical day for sure and I am sure that it won't last too much longer either because I am WIPED OUT. <br />
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The morning started about 5:15 when Lilah muttering over the monitors woke me up with a start. There was no way I was going back to sleep. It was time to get up and get dressed. The butterflies started almost as soon as my feet hit the ground. My carefully planned (non-chaffing) outfit was carefully set out and ready to go. I got dressed, made a protein shake (which was all I could stomach) and let Shannon know I was leaving. I took the truck because I figured of all our vehicles it was the one I could leave the keys in the ignition (which I didn't by the way) and it would still be there when I got back. The windshield wipers don't work well, and it was covered in rain that had passed recently. So I could barely see as all the windows fogged up. I pulled into the parking lot of Westgate at 6:30 and found the buses to take me to the start line. I was barely off the bus when I ran into the mommas, friends that would be running the race too. It was nice to hear some friendly banter to help with the butterflies, but I was having a hard time not focusing on what was about to happen. 8:01 on my watch the gun goes off and we are on our way.<br />
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The first mile I kept checking my pace. I am really bad about starting fast and I wanted to take it slow. Watching all the people sprint past me and then see them walking a few miles later made my morning. Slow and steady, keep the pace, go forever kept going through my mind. The few sprinkles we felt at the start line got harder and harder until we were running through steady rain. It lasted from mile 2 to 4 but wasn't very cold rain and it was still, no wind. I enjoyed it. Mile 6 we hit the long stretch and the motivation came from the LONG line of runners stretched out in front of me. Mile 7 was a rough one. My knee was acting up, my ankle was starting to hurt. The doubt sunk in for a minute. Uh oh, only half way! But then a cheering friend picked me up and the next couple of miles I just bared down and kept my feet going to the beat of the music in my ears. Mile 10 was a bit of a wall. I don't think it was any worse than the mile before it but I had not run more than 10 before in my life. Could I do those extra 3? I just need keep moving. Mile 11 is getting harder and harder. Both my ankles were feeling like some sort of cramping was going on so it just made sense not to stop and let that happen. Then the worst. A cold burst of air. A few drops of rain. All the sudden a strong wind cutting across me, my number was whipping around, and the rain started coming down harder and harder. I put my hands out, not hail, but not rain - sleet? Cold. But numbing. Hard to feel my legs now. Keep going! Mile 12 - one more to go! A bridge. A big, long tall bridge over the freeway. Wow, I wasn't sure my legs were actually moving as I headed up. Finally, downhill. And into Westgate center. Around the corner. Ah, there's my support...Shannon and Lilah cheering me on the last little bit. Turn one more corner. The finish line. Push, almost there, keep going legs.....YEAH! A few tears. Huge relief. I did it. The thing that has been haunting me for a couple months now is over and I did a good job. 2 hours, 23 minutes and under 11 minute miles on average. <br />
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Now I am home, after a hot shower, and dreading the next time I might have to stand up and walk somewhere. My legs are aching, mostly my knee and muscles surrounding it and my ankles. Do I want to do that again? I don't know right now. But I do know that memory of pain fades faster than the feeling of accomplishment so I guess we will see how I am feeling in a year. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-24492153384252991572011-02-19T13:39:00.000-08:002011-02-19T14:00:10.365-08:00Long time, no motivation, until now.Well, I knew the pressure would be off a little not having Lilah's blog book motivating me to blog often. It feels like forever since I have sat down to write something profound. But every time I think I should, I have trouble coming up with some theme, or clever idea to get me started. This has been a horrible winter for sickness for me and Lilah. Shannon seems to be catching things here and there but never as bad. Lilah's poor little nose has been running so much that I should have bought stock in Boogie Wipes. And I just keep rotating between flu and cold. I am ready to start feeling better, and have no choice but to feel better. Because here I am, one day before the half marathon that is surely going to kick my butt. But I will discuss my survival (or not) of that event when it is over. Needless to say, constant whining around our house, combined with lack of exercise and not much adult interaction has put me into a funk. And I hate funks. So this is where the story gets happy. <br />
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Luckily in the middle of all of this, a weekend in Tahoe with (some of) my best friends from college. Last weekend we rented a cabin in Truckee and headed to snow. I love getting together with my college "family." It is so easy and comfortable, and a place to just be myself. Which I don't think I have allowed myself to do in a long time. However, there were some definite and noticeable changes with this visit. Namely the cries of little ones. Three babies, all under 18 months, in the same house for an extended weekend. Hilary and Jeff and Tegan (9 mos) and Kevin, Van, and Makenzie (17 mos) made the trip up from the Bay Area. And poor Sara and Aub, down from Portland, were in the middle of the chaos and trying to find the humor in an endless stream of meltdowns. Can you say GOOD birth control ;) Luckily none of the kids seemed to reach breaking point at the same time, so it was usually just one kid at a time that was being hustled off to try and get down for a nap or bed. <br />
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The worst part of the whole experience was realizing that my child was the brat of the group. Both Tegan and Mak have spent a lot of time around other kids and apparently I have been lax with Lilah and getting her playing with other kids because she not only did not want to share but she didn't want the other two to have any toys, sit on stairs she might sit on, stand and hold any chair or ottoman that she might need to use, and would get very angry when they weren't following her very vocal demands. But she finally started to relax a little just as it was time to pack up and go home. <br />
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The snow condition were not great. They hadn't had a fresh storm in awhile and it was warm and sunny. So it was icy, packed snow. Nothing powdery about it. The snowboarders made it up to Northstar one day and stayed on the groomed runs. They came back a little sore and feeling like that they hadn't been in a few years. But had a great day. The kids got out and played in the back yard a little but it was icy and hurt when they fell down, so they would only be out for a few minutes at a time. And there was the fateful cross country trip that was worthy of the camera crew for Jackass. We decided to go to the local center that was only a few miles from the house. It is a well know cross country center, but unknown to me was on the side of a hill. (Hills, or lack there of, are why I cross country ski and NOT downhill). After trying to pull ourselves up the hills in the icy conditions, we didn't quite reach the top when we tried to turn around and go back down. Needless to say we came off the mountain with some glorious crashes to give some aches and pains, (hopefully Sara's tail bone has recovered), the first aid snowmobile guy's help to get Hilary off the ground, and I was walking with Lilah on my back while the others carried my skis back to the lodge. <br />
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And now for the best part, the pictures. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hey, whatcha got up there?"</td></tr>
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Thank you friends for meeting us in Tahoe. It was a wonderful trip and worth the lack of sickness recovery, extra bugs at our house!I am Me.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05575834864361752436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100881136858919256.post-2237150960560661092011-02-05T20:42:00.000-08:002011-02-05T20:42:22.001-08:00For Lilah's GrandmasWhen you are having a bad day here is a video of your champion spaghetti eater to make you laugh...<br />
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Why is the image of a messy face so adorable? I get to see it several times a day and have to clean it up. Yet it still brings a smile to my face. This meal was french toast with a homemade berry syrup. <br />
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A look at the fun that a 14 month brings to my daily life.... I keep finding her in more and more "interesting" places. These were just the few that I had a camera handy.<br />
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And of course this month's pictures would not be complete without the pictures from Lilah's first haircut. <br />
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