tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36481317077669902772024-02-19T06:32:33.855-05:00Mom in Training.....Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-1112487926114700262012-05-30T10:34:00.002-04:002012-05-30T10:34:44.107-04:00Catch up time!! O-M-G sorry it took so long>>>>so.. for those of you who use to tell me "who has time to blog??" .. I totally get that now...<br />
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well, now that it has been, umm let me see.. 3 months (or more), since my last post.. <br />
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so here is the quick version of my catch up... <br />
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March - we decided to put our house up for rent, since the market went south (again, STILL??) And we were lucky enough to find renters!! We also found a house in Raleigh, NC :) yay 2 major points checked off my list!! (yes I still make list)<br />
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April- I got a new job!! Not only a new job, but a job working for the same company as my hubby, his dad AND my brother n law! We moved in April 6th and I started my training on April 12th. <br />
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<br /></div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-85539680586625463132012-02-19T07:52:00.001-05:002012-02-19T07:54:00.170-05:00Sunday morning cartoons are the little things you treasure<div><p>I love watching her enjoy this...</p>
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Well,... up until about 3 weeks ago. We had a visit from the Monster of ALL viruses enter our house. And sneak into her precious little body... and bring us down. BIG TIME. <br />
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It all started with a very cranky sleepless night of fever. Followed by a doctor visit. Followed by many more sleepless nights. Followed by more fevers and days on end of diareah, and Pedialyte. Then we ended up at Urgent Care. <br />
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And just as Baby K began to sleep better, and eat better, and giggle more....This Monster virus, entered into mommy's body. <br />
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And continued to beat me down. <br />
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The more Baby K gained her strength and energy, the more mine decreased. <br />
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If you think its hard to be so, so, tired from having a sick baby that cant sleep and wont stop crying...that is nothing compared to having a bubbly smiling energy ball that wants nothing more than to take you by the hand and drag you from room to room when you simply just want to crawl back in bed and do nothing....<br />
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It was a rough 3 weeks. Antibiotics for her, followed by antibiotics for me and now we are on the home stretch to being back to our normal healthy selves.<br />
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If you are struggling with one of the nasty bugs going around, hugs to you!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-14495362758208815892012-01-19T07:29:00.000-05:002012-01-19T07:29:07.781-05:00Pee Pee Dance!I am both happy & sad to announce that Baby K has started (just occasionally) going pee pee in her potty!!<br />
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Of course I am Happy, and very proud that she is only 16 months old and definitely understand the concept. Can you blame her? Pee Pee = 2 pieces of Skittles candy or her choice!! or in Baby K's words "my tweet" (aka treat).<br />
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ahh the thoughts of not buying diapers soon is VERY exciting. <br />
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But on the other hand, it makes me sad. Sad that my little girl, is growing up SO fast!! <br />
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I am happy that all of our little techniques have been working and she is really excited to go in the potty. I have heard night mares from other moms of kids hating the potty and wanting no part of it. <br />
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So I decided to come up with my version of the best way to get your child comfortable with the potty.<br />
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<ol><li>Start young- get them comfortable with it around 15 months or earlier if you can. </li>
<li>Make it a "cool" potty and let them help pick it out or even decorate it with stickers once you get home.</li>
<li>Get a small basket for books to put next to it to allow the child to have something to do while he/she sits.</li>
<li>Decide on a treat for when they actually "go" in the potty. A few ideas are jelly beans, MnMs, skittles, etc. </li>
<li>Be sure to make a HUGE deal out of it when they go! clap to show how exciting, sing a song, give them a "great job!!" hug.</li>
<li>Sit them on the potty as soon as they wake up either in the morning or after their nap. </li>
<li>Once they seem to get the hang of it, switch to pull ups so they feel more like a big kid!</li>
</ol>Good luck!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-58176221230964038832012-01-17T08:55:00.000-05:002012-01-17T08:55:23.794-05:00Warning: Proceed with cautionOK so, I'm bombing big time on my new year's 'Wish list'. <br />
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Here it is January 17th and I have only posted one post. :( sorry-- but its not like I have this huge fan base. I mean, its no fault of my own, I realize this. I really, <em>really</em> want to get this blog going and have a ton of followers that just can not making it thru the day with out reading my words of the day... but lets face it folks, I am FAR from that..<br />
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And I'm ok with that too, (well except for days like today when I just rant on and on about things that are ticking me off).<br />
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So, have you ever had one of those days that everything is just really irritating the heck out of you and you really have no idea why??<br />
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Yep, that's me. Today.<br />
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Maybe its the fact that I told my job that we are putting our house up for sale soon and moving to Raleigh, and I am perfectly fine if they want to find my replacement now, instead of when we get a contract on the house. But they insist that they 'need' me there as long as possible. Now, don't get me wrong, this makes me feel really good. Makes me all warm and fuzzy that I am such a valued employee that they just don't want to let me go any sooner than needed. (Sorry for the hint of sarcasm, but I have loads of stuff to do to get ready for the move, and having the time to do it would have been awesome).<br />
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Maybe its the fact that the neighbor girl glares at me as I drive by like she is the devil, and no matter how many times I have waved to her, she continues to be a B*#%! and look right thru me. <br />
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Maybe its the fact that my sitter doesn't think its right that I want to claim child care on our taxes because we never had a 'discussion' about it. (WTH?)<br />
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Or maybe its because I have PMS?<br />
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Whatever the reason, I am clearly irritated today.<br />
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So, my apologies to anyone who reads this.. hope it makes your day seem brighter :)Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-59945314490143904882012-01-04T09:52:00.002-05:002012-01-09T07:06:48.067-05:00Getting organizedOk so I admit, I am learning this whole parenting thing, day by day. Now if you remember I am some what of a <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3648131707766990277#editor/target=post;postID=6672963036244684598">neat freak</a> ( ok, not just "some what", <strong><em>I AM</em></strong> a neat freak). And as Baby K started to accumulate more than a handful of rattles and teething toys, and as she got older and got larger toys, I ran out to Target and bought us a cutesy leather storage box to hold her toys.<br />
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So, as she got older, actually once her first birthday came, this cutesy little box did NOT fit all of those toys! We had a filled box, and some over spill. But still,... it was neatly contained in its own corner.<br />
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Where was I? oh yes... the toys...<br />
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</div>Not only did we go visit family in Maryland and bring back a truck full of new toys, Baby K still had her gifts from 'Santa' once we got back. AND still received gifts in the mail from numerous out of town family ( Thank you :)).<br />
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Ask me how well this works with a neat freak of a mom.<br />
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I found some really cool ones...<br />
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Now this Neat Freak of a Mom is feeling much better!<br />
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Because isn't that what we all end up saying anyway "I wish I would have kept that New Year's resolution"? <br />
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I figure, if I call it a wish list, its more realistic. A list of what I hope to accomplish in the year 2012. <br />
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1. Paint- Each room in the house needs a new coat of paint. My project for the next few months. Good bye prime time tv... my evenings will now consist of paint brush and blue tape!<br />
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2. Cook a new variety of meals. - I need some new ideas people! I'm getting bored.<br />
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3. Exercise more- winter has set in and the laziness has too! I need to walk or do something to keep that blood pumping.<br />
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4. Think positive- I've been working hard on this already. My hubby says thinking positive is the key to good results. <br />
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5. Clean out my closets- I REALLY need to do this and make some donations...<br />
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6. Dedicate more time to my Blog- I'm hoping to write a minimum of 4 post a week. ( hey this IS a wish list!)<br />
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7. Couponing- Imagine the money we can save if I just take the time to print the darn things!<br />
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8. Read more- I love to read, but lately by the time I get to reading, I too dang tired!<br />
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9. Date night- I, well WE, need to set aside at least 2 nights a month for some "couple" time.<br />
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10. Relax a lil- see list above<br />
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11. Find a park nearby with swings for Baby K. <br />
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12. Continue to add to the savings account- we did well with this in 2011 and hope to keep it up<br />
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We have great things in store for 2012! keep your fingers crossed that all goes as planned :)<br />
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!<br />
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Share your "wish list" link up below!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-47179854233964218872011-12-29T11:51:00.000-05:002011-12-29T11:51:17.794-05:00Remembering my DadWith the holidays comes memories of my dad. Not just on holidays, but that's one of the times I miss him the most. (We lost him to a heart attack in 1992.)<br />
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I think the day I missed him the most was my wedding day. I know he was there with me in spirit, no doubt. Maybe he was the one that kept me from tripping down the aisle..LOL! <br />
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When Baby K was born, I said a little prayer to him and told him to be her guardian angle and watch over her always. She smiled at me as I held her, so I think that meant he heard me :)<br />
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Seeing all of our family and not seeing some of those that are too stubborn to let the small stuff go, made me miss him. Seeing all the grandchildren that he never got to meet, and still a few that he did. I wondered how he would look letting them sit in his lap and reading them books or playing with all the new toys.<br />
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Family has meant more to me in the last 3 years than it ever has before. I hope my dad is smiling down on me from Heaven and is proud of the life I have today. I hope he sees Baby K and loves her just as I do, even if he can't be right here with her. <br />
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Please take the time to let the loved ones in your life know how much they mean to you.Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-46827271029352464282011-12-28T15:53:00.000-05:002011-12-28T15:53:29.087-05:00Catching upWow, holidays have a way of spinning you around so fast you can't keep track of the days as they pass you by! For that, I apologize for being MIA. I feel the need to catch up...<br />
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Last week was a good week. Remember the annoying girl at work? ( I have shared, haven't I?) Well, anyways we had a meeting to straighten her, Oops I mean to straighten everything out with a few procedures around the office. The truth came out that she has been adding an additional step to the entire procedure just to make things easier on her end. The cat is out of the bag now and the boss ain't happy! I was pleased as pie. No words needed from this chica. I just smiled in glee. Its funny how things work out that way. Karma :)<br />
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The week ended with our drive to Maryland on Friday. After a complete panic attack of thinking we were not going to have room in the SUV for all the gifts, and suitcases, my hubby came to the rescue as usual and performed an out right miracle! There was no getting anything out of the back until we arrived there, but hey, he got it all to fit so that's what matters most!<br />
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Aside from staying up late 3 nights in a row and sleeping on an air mattress, we had the best time! Better than I actually expected, to be honest. I mean I have to admit I was a little upset at the fact that after driving 5 hours to my brothers house, he and his wife were going to her family's house all day on Christmas Eve and we basically had to fend for ourselves. All in all it worked out just fine. We got to spend some time with my mom's friends and had some awesome food! <br />
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Baby K got to spend some great quality time with her 2 cousins. They all had so much fun, and played so well together. <br />
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We had a total of 15 people for Christmas dinner! My sis-n-law did an awesome time for her first family dinner!! I was impressed. It was all so yummy! Being together with family is what makes the holiday so special, we need to to that more often for sure. <br />
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Tuesday was back to reality, back to work. Now that my house is a wreck, I am ready for all the decorations and tree to come down so I can get things organized!!<br />
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Next week is Baby K's appointment for the EEG. I am a little nervous but expect they will find nothing out of the ordinary. She has been fine and showed no signs of any more seizures :) <br />
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I hope all of your Holidays were just as fun as ours!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-69452287003236002052011-12-21T09:57:00.001-05:002011-12-21T09:57:40.500-05:00Wordless Wednesday.....<div><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEt7pPDXqq5cxZ4X_LPpiodGMHSKRGRsb8RvoSTAFm50GPeZoanCUkfolAPYz49X2-VNAX9Z-BUiSKBlzYiTmxFOgGVhu8h1_dMGUn8Uox9XB00l8pMhdAf9ArnEVZwn4Az77OHUbh1tqG/' /></div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-25047253697025765272011-12-19T08:40:00.001-05:002011-12-19T08:46:45.310-05:00These voices in my head...Ok, so please tell me I am not alone.. I have mini conversations in my head.<br />
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Call me crazy... but I DO! I literally have conversations (multiple conversations) in my head. Well, Ok so its more like rambling sometimes, but sill. I think having a baby makes both your body & mind do crazy things. I mean we all have thoughts, right? Well, how many of you have actual conversations? <br />
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Like this morning, I arrived at work, and there is a co-worker whom I know talks bad about me when I am not around. (jealous much?) Anyway, she comes in and says "Hi" to me... and my brain goes crazy! "Why does SHE say HI like I am her best friend???" "Why does she even take the time to come down this hallway and speak to me? Does she think I don't know? Does she think I'm stupid??" "Maybe she thinks if she just acts normal, I wont know.." "You should just tell her one day ' You know, I know you don't like me.. you really don't have to say Hi to me" "Well what good would that do? its only going to feed the fire" "ok, fine let her say Hi to you and yo continue to get annoyed at her doing so...."<br />
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Or when I was wrapping presents last night, all I kept thinking about is how I really needed to mop my Kitchen floor... " ooh this is a pretty bow, I think I'll put it on here when I'm done.. Geezz I was hoping to have time to mop the floor today, the day just doesn't have enough hours. Maybe I can do it tomorrow night? Now, you know you are going to be too tired after going to the office, working 9 hrs, driving home, cooking dinner, bathing Baby K and cleaning up. Yeah you're right.. maybe Tuesday night. Wait, whats on tv Tuesday night? forget tv, that floor is getting grosser by the minute!" <br />
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Maybe that is why the dogs are always looking at me strange? Oh wow, I better stop having those conversations about how when they are dead and gone, we are NOT getting any more pets!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-30168006241576153852011-12-13T14:28:00.001-05:002011-12-19T08:20:49.804-05:00The Liebster Award<div align="center" class="MsoNormal"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOlnn9hxk_YZE_LmBLn1BiuAx-acnUjUCXtMkbf12WON1BVGSBiM5ElHNEOmQVrIvhhJa8RXyOSjNqDkVnA1Cx-02DDBJKzNZk_HvixhJJMD4d3R3CgxvlbMSDbJq2Dl-khFbrG2cD97q/s1600/liebster+award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOlnn9hxk_YZE_LmBLn1BiuAx-acnUjUCXtMkbf12WON1BVGSBiM5ElHNEOmQVrIvhhJa8RXyOSjNqDkVnA1Cx-02DDBJKzNZk_HvixhJJMD4d3R3CgxvlbMSDbJq2Dl-khFbrG2cD97q/s1600/liebster+award.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">I was so happy to receive this fun little award from SoCal Tess</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">NJ HOUSEWIFE: <a href="http://njhousewife.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #ffab02;">http://njhousewife.blogspot.com/</span></a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Make sure you check her blog out, it is great!</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"></span></span> <br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Make sure you check her blog out, it is great!</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">The Liebster award ("Liebster" is the German word for friend or love) originated in Germany. The aim of the award is to bring attention to blogs with fewer than 200 followers.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">The Liebster award ("Liebster" is the German word for friend or love) originated in Germany. The aim of the award is to bring attention to blogs with fewer than 200 followers.</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<a href="http://baileyclan5.blogspot.com/">http://baileyclan5.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://novicemama.com/">http://novicemama.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://bitsofbee.blogspot.com/">http://bitsofbee.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.lilymakesthree.com/">http://www.lilymakesthree.com/</a><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 12pt;">Consider following these blogs, they are awesome!</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">These are the guidelines for acce</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">pting the award:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">1. Show your Thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them</span><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">3. Post the award on your blog</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">4. have fun and spread the Karma</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">5. Save the Leibster image to your computer and upload it to your blog</span></div></div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-49777707103723898992011-12-13T14:01:00.000-05:002011-12-13T14:01:45.408-05:00UPdate on Baby KJust wanted to give a quick update on Baby K. We had our visit with the neurologist yesterday. (the appointment that I was almost late for, because I got lost-- stupid GPS!) The visit went well, however just to be 200% sure, they have scheduled both and EEG and an MRI for her next month. This is all just precautionary, and not due to anything they have found during her exams. <br />
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We are both nervous and anxious for this all to be over. <br />
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The first test, the EEG,.. we have to keep her up 2-3 hours later than normal the night before. Then, we have to wake her at 5am. ( In other words, Mom has to suffer too...) AND they ask not to let her fall asleep between 5am and her appointment time of 8:30 am. This could be tricky since its an hour and a half to get to the Children's Hospital and this kid falls asleep before we get out of our driveway on a normal day!<br />
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Keep your fingers (and toes) crossed for us and keep Baby K in your prayers until we get all the results back. <br />
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thanks!!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-22524650778780049362011-12-07T15:44:00.000-05:002011-12-07T15:44:47.172-05:00Wordless Wednesday....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZiTwUGNVzw9qNY8P9_l5IeKoMlbPwY_XJ8zbXqGVzrZp23a8Alm3eMWVBUihUxUPbD-4AQMmKzKEIgvmWskHxbTW67u2PAYObS9RBKKQfwZtiO8TgqgaTqC-glyPscYlEv87LV30tE4g_/s1600/Kylie+picking+baby+pear+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZiTwUGNVzw9qNY8P9_l5IeKoMlbPwY_XJ8zbXqGVzrZp23a8Alm3eMWVBUihUxUPbD-4AQMmKzKEIgvmWskHxbTW67u2PAYObS9RBKKQfwZtiO8TgqgaTqC-glyPscYlEv87LV30tE4g_/s320/Kylie+picking+baby+pear+tree.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-10877227086786097332011-12-05T21:54:00.000-05:002011-12-05T21:54:06.302-05:0020 more days.....So here we are, December 5th, 20 more days until Christmas. Holly Cow!! <br />
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Its time for me to make one of my famous list! I think for motivational purposes, I'll call it "<strong>20 Things to do before Christmas"</strong><br />
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<ol><li>Finish shopping for gifts ( still have no clue for the hubby!)</li>
<li>wrap presents already purchased (afraid of the avalanche awaiting in that closet!)</li>
<li>Get Christmas tree</li>
<li>decorate Christmas tree</li>
<li>decorate inside the house </li>
<li>finish the lights outside the house </li>
<li>Go to my office Christmas party</li>
<li>Go to hubby's Christmas party</li>
<li>Get dogs rabies records for the Kennel</li>
<li>bake cookies</li>
<li>get stocking suffers </li>
<li>make Christmas card list </li>
<li>mail Christmas cards ( should this be higher on the list??)</li>
<li>wrap presents ( the ones I haven't purchased yet)</li>
<li>get suitcase down from the attic</li>
<li>make list of what to pack for our trip ( headed to my brother's in Maryland)</li>
<li>get oil changed in truck</li>
<li>get the dogs to the kennel</li>
<li>pack the car</li>
<li>pick up mom</li>
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Hoping to accomplish at least one item each day...not necessarily in the order listed. Wish me luck!!!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-60751103015983980332011-12-02T21:03:00.000-05:002011-12-02T21:03:14.066-05:00What a week!Its been a long week. But, its been a good week. <br />
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Nothing out of the ordinary has happened to Baby K since Tuesday. Which is awesome! I took her to CHKD to see a children's cardiologist yesterday. The doctor said the physical exam was great and no signs of anything abnormal with her heart rate. They performed multiple test ( your welcome Blue Cross, Blue Shield, not looking forward to the balance of those bills), and still everything looks normal. (Yay!! dancing in my chair even still...)<br />
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Baby K was soooo good at the appointment. She sat real still during the exam. They did an EKG which she watched with her eyebrows dipped and lots of curiosity. She did not whimper once when they made her lay still while they did a sonogram of her heart and took 56 pictures. The nurses and the doctor were all complementing on how well she behaved and listened. I smiled the biggest smile and was such a proud momma!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The doctor wanted to be 100% sure he did not miss anything during the visit, so he hooked her up to a Holter Monitor. This is a 24 hr heart monitor that she went home with and monitored her heart rate. I had to keep a log of her activities during the 24hr period and the doctor will now read the results and see if there were any irregularities during this period. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once again, Baby K was so good! She wore this contraption with multiple wires and a big ole ace bandage wrapped around her torso. ( She looked like a shoplifter, with this crazy looking bulge under her shirt when we stopped at the Walmart on our way home! haha) She never once tried to pick at it or pull it off and never complained about it at all! It was as if she didn't even notice it was there... which was strange since it was kind of bulky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All I know is I have spent the last 4 and a half days with her and I don't even want to go back to work now! She is such a joy :) We giggled about nothing at all. We made funny faces in the mirror. We snacked on the sofa while watching Disney Jr. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have to return the monitor to the doctor on Monday and should have the results with in 2 weeks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our next appointment is with the neurologist on the 12th. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am still saying prayers that all is OK, even though I wish I had an explanation for what happened. Baby K seems to be just fine, but we will let the doctors confirm. </div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-7266584181271482612011-12-01T10:39:00.000-05:002011-12-01T10:39:49.911-05:00Facebook-<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovHbhFE86Tt3s9zKwcYTv90MBbGVtJwc5ZkgPDHKN1vyulG6786o-rEOIdtIc6FOwmWvH-e6ECkH84GFsREfx8i4YDa92of8gyY9A5KdqW73fD16wnisEpHKfjeV_gr6dfT-nM5kB-CeG/s1600/FB.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovHbhFE86Tt3s9zKwcYTv90MBbGVtJwc5ZkgPDHKN1vyulG6786o-rEOIdtIc6FOwmWvH-e6ECkH84GFsREfx8i4YDa92of8gyY9A5KdqW73fD16wnisEpHKfjeV_gr6dfT-nM5kB-CeG/s1600/FB.bmp" /></a></div><br />
Facebook, we all use it. We post our pictures, we share good news, bad news, & even no news. I have a Facebook page. I use mine as a way to share with people in my life the everyday things. What I did over the weekend, when I'm having a bad day, when I need advice. And yes, I use it for entertainment. I read the post of my numerous "friends". Some whom I haven't talked to in 20 years, and didn't really talk to much then. <br />
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So lets first talk about the friends list..I currently have 119 friends on my FB page. This is after I did some 'cleaning' and deleted some. ( by the way, did you know its like the kiss of death to get deleted from some one's FB page?) Now of these 119 people, which according to most is a very short friends list, I would say its safe to say at least 50% of these 'friends' are people that I have either gone to school with or worked with. None of these do I still hang out with or talk on the phone to. So, why, do you ask are they on my FB page? I guess most likely because I am curious about what they are up to and they are just as curious to see what I am up to.<br />
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Family-- I am not completely convinced that having family on your FB page is the right thing to do if you are looking for 'drama free' post. I don't care who you are, we all have family members that will have something to say about the picture you posted, and they aren't leaving that comment on your page( or maybe they are!). One family member is calling up another to tell what was posted. Sometimes family members even get mad at one another and "block" one another. (which basically is worse than just being deleted). You could be one of the lucky ones to have family that looks, but doesn't comment.<br />
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Co-workers- this is probably not a good idea to have co-workers on your page. Especially if you plan on trash mouthing the girl who sits next to you in the office. OR if you called in sick and later post a picture of you and your boyfriend trying on goofy hats at the mall.<br />
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Daily news- if you are looking for some good reading, FB is definitely a good place to go. You can find post from politicians and their 13yr affairs, to who's house is getting visited by the tooth fairy tonight.<br />
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Make sure you use Facebook wisely. Choose tasteful pictures, keep your personal business <em>personal,</em> & don't take things posted by those you know personally. And most importantly, don't tick any one off and get deleted!!!</div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-10210547996968363212011-11-30T21:32:00.000-05:002011-11-30T21:32:40.380-05:00Life sometimes gets in the way...Its been over a week since I have had time to post... just, you know, life. <br />
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Thanksgiving, things busy at work, preparing the house for guest, etc... <br />
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I sat down at my computer to write a post on Tuesday, and was going to make a promise to myself to write 1 blog each day for the rest of the week. Unfortunately, I got a phone call that turned my world upside down. <br />
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My phone rang at 2:07pm. It was Baby K's sitter. Now our normal day consist of texting each other with the normal, "she ate really good today", or " no poop yet". Getting an actual phone call was out of the ordinary for sure.<br />
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"You need to come and get the baby.... somethings wrong. She was fine and then she fell over and when I picked her up her eyes rolled back in her head..... ..."( my husband an I who were both working from home, are now in the car headed there).<br />
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"She was turning purple and she wasn't breathing... ( I am now numb and I can't hear anything but those word spinning in my head).<br />
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But I hear Baby K cry out.. not a loud cry, but still, there was a sound. <br />
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We arrived at the sitter's house and find both the sitter and Baby K laying on the floor. She was comforting her. My heart dropped. My baby. My precious baby. She was looking, but it was like she couldn't see me. Just a blank stare. She didn't reach out for me. Or call me "momma". I picked her gently up and she was almost limp. It broke my heart.<br />
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More details from the sitter as we left to take her to get checked out. No signs of anything wrong before it happened. No fever. No fall. Nothing in her mouth to choke on. She was fine. And then, suddenly she wasn't.<br />
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I hold back my tears so not to upset Baby K. She still staring at me, but now seems to have gotten her muscle control back. She isn't crying as I place her gently in the car seat. But she isn't smiling. She is still blank. I jump in the back seat with her. <br />
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I try desperately to get her to say something. "Where's daddy?" " Can you say Daddy?" " Say Hi Momma!", " Do you want to go Bye bye?" Still no words escape her lips. <br />
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Now I am truly scared. <br />
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Come on baby, I pray. Talk to momma. Show me you are OK. Please, PLEASE, please be ok. <br />
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And then she points to the font of the truck and says "My dad-dee" And my heart melts. And I see my husband and his relief in his face through the review mirror. <br />
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After about 20 minutes, Baby K had bounced back to that beautiful, smart, charming little angel we were so desperately missing. <br />
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The doctor who examined her said it was most likely an 'A' typical seizure or possibly that she passed out. He detected a slight arithmia in her heart, but wasn't 100% sure. He is covering all bases and sending Baby K to see both a cardiologist and a neurologist to have a few test done. <br />
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I am both relieved that she seems fine and scared for why this happened. I guess now we just wait and see what the specialist say. I will be sure to keep this updated.Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-3680672107408090072011-11-18T07:49:00.002-05:002011-11-18T07:49:46.402-05:00Days like today....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Its days like today that I hate being a working mom. <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Baby K has molars coming in and poor baby is so uncomfortable. It started last night at bedtime. She is usually really good and lays down, self sooths herself to sleep. But last night, she wanted no part of that. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">She was crying. I mean crying, not “I don’t wana go to bed Daddy crying”, but “…please don’t leave me” and “I want you to hold me till I fall asleep crying”. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">This doesn’t happen very often (thank goodness!). So when it does, my hubby and I are very weak. We give in after almost no fight. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now my hubby has a gift for rocking Baby K to sleep in the Lazy Boy recliner. (A gift that has this Mom a little jealous I admit). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Don’t get me wrong, Baby K loves her momma too. And I can walk the floors with her and she will snuggle on my shoulder, and go right off into “la la land”. But she will not go to sleep in that Lazy Boy with me. I don’t understand it (maybe hubby put a curse on it..?). </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Any way, she had her daddy rocking her to sleep last night. And when I went in to check on them, I found them both asleep. Which I expected. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">All thru the night Baby K woke up whining and restless with those teeth trying desperately to break thru. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">At 4:00 am (only minutes before my alarm for work goes off), Baby K woke up crying. I cuddled with her, and walked up and down the hallway with her little head nestled on my shoulder and hand clenched to my nightgown. Me wanting desperately to sit in that Lazy Boy and give my back a rest, but knowing that was never going to happen. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">After a dose of Tylenol and about 30 minutes of pacing, she was loosening her grip on me and snoring… </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I laid her down in her crib and sighed at the thought that I had to get ready for work. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">These are the days I hate being a working mom. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I think I need to play the lottery today. </div>Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-86853554185991880952011-11-17T21:42:00.001-05:002011-11-17T21:42:59.309-05:00Hey Neighbor!Is it too much to ask to have friendly neighbors? And I don't mean come over for coffee neighbors ( although that would be nice too..), I just mean a neighbor that will wave or speak when you are in sight. It's not abnormal to go arrive home and see my neighbors next door out in their driveway or front yard, and stare them down awaiting eye contact so I can send a wave of hello, only to have them continue on as if they do not see me. <br />
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Ok, fine you didn't see me, or hear my car, but I know you hear my kid screaming to get out. or better yet, you see her running in your yard and then me running after her...but nope, no wave, no glance, nada.<br />
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Ok so lets back up,,, these neighbors moved in the weekend Baby K was born. We got home from the hospital and had new neighbors. My hubby, the social butterfly that he is, went over and said hi and introduced himself. He came back and reported their names and what they do for a living. Over the past year, we have been neighbors. That's it. We just live next door to each other. <br />
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It aggravates the heck outta me!<br />
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My hubby pays it no mind.<br />
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I don't know what the big deal is, I mean I am not looking to be best friends or anything, I just think its insane that they don't say hello.<br />
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I keep telling my hubby I'm going to start being obnoxious and just yell out "HEY NEIGHBOR!!" and be a little extra annoying , just for giggles of course...<br />
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Maybe I just got spoiled with the previous owners of the house.. they were always running over to say hello or coming to the back fence to meet the dogs... <br />
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I guess it could be worse, they are clean, neat, and don't make too much noise ( except when they fight and call the cops on themselves, though that was just once...).<br />
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I guess I'll just keep dreaming of the neighbors I want... and until then, its gona be "HEY NEIGHBOR!"Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-57520696855828206662011-11-14T22:18:00.001-05:002011-11-15T08:32:40.174-05:00Giving ThanksSo with Thanksgiving coming up next week, I am feeling a little sentimental at all the things I have to be thankful for. In the past, Thanksgiving was just a day to eat all day (preferably at moms so I'm not too busy to eat..), however holidays take a whole new meaning when you have a child. It becomes important to get the message across that its a special day.<br />
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Last year, Thanksgiving was just another gathering of family at mom's house to show off Baby K. After all, she was only just shy of 3 months...<br />
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For me, it was a chance to get to eat a hot meal while someone else looked after the baby! ( you know how impossible that is when you have a new baby)<br />
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I'm thankful that God gave us a beautiful gift of a precious little girl who has brightened my world.<br />
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I'm thankful to have a job in this crazy world where our unemployment rate is a whopping 9.1%. ( I may have lots of days that I complain about my job, but still thankful to have one...)<br />
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I'm thankful to have food in the fridge. ( which reminds me, that fridge needs a good cleaning)<br />
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I'm thankful for being in good health. ( I need to stay that way, I've got my daughters wedding to plan in ooh.. lets say 25 years?)<br />
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I'm thankful for my hubby and his quiting smoking regular cigarettes and now using an electronic cigarette.<br />
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I'm Very thankful for having a Happy, Healthy baby. ( happy is just as important as healthy)<br />
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I'm thankful to have a partner, a best friend, and a supportive husband who stands behind me no matter what. <br />
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I'm thankful to have my mom close to me. ( close in distance and close to my heart)<br />
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I'm thankful to have my in-laws back in our lives and to share Baby K with them.<br />
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I'm thankful for all of the wonderful changes that have happened in my life and so many more to come :)Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-59150874296809396202011-11-13T07:39:00.000-05:002011-11-13T07:39:07.199-05:00I'm not oldRemember when you were 16 and 25 was old? <br />
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And remember when you were 18, hoping you could pass for 21?<br />
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Next thing you know, you are dreading the day you are no longer 29...<br />
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Growing up, people always thought I was older than I was. Mostly because I was tall. I have been 6ft tall (well 5ft, 11.75in to be exact), since I was in the eight grade. Yeah, talk about awkward.<br />
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I never really worried too much about age. I guess because I always looked old enough to do the things I wanted. As I entered my thirties, I began to worry...<br />
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I wondered if I looked my age? looked younger? or (gulp) looked older? <br />
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I remember even thinking that I was too old to have kids. ( glad I gave up that stupid theory)<br />
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If any thing, having a baby at age 37 makes you feel 21 again ! Well, that may be because most of the new moms in your child birthing class were around 21. Or all the people you see at the doctors office are in their twenties....<br />
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Whatever the reason, having Baby K made me feel young all over again ( not that I'm old). <br />
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It was and is, the sleepless nights that may make me look not-so-young some days. <br />
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Maybe I'm just paranoid, but lately I have been noticing those "aging signs". <br />
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1. gray hairs appearing.. not just one stray one. multiple gray hairs!! (time for some highlights!)<br />
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2. crows feet- this could be because I smile at least 1000 times a day now since having Baby K, in this case, its worth it.<br />
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3. old lady legs- I use to have sexy legs... now they have spider veins and my knee caps get ashy after a day with out lotion<br />
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4. I am asleep on the couch by 10:00pm. ( ok so this has always been me, even at 21!)<br />
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5. grouchy- I cant stand to be in the grocery store when its crowded. No particular reason, I just get grouchy and no one will move out of my way.<br />
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6. memory loss- I fill the washer, and load up the soap etc... and never remember to push start<br />
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7. Blind as a bat- I have the font on my computer set to LARGE...And,, I wear contacts!<br />
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8. flannel PJs to bed- I got them for Christmas last year, and they are warm<br />
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9. clipping coupons for dinner out- Hey those Ruby Tuesday ones are great!<br />
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I even counted up in my head today...when baby K graduates, I will be 56. I wonder how she will feel to have a mom that is older than her friend's mom? Well.... I keep telling my hubby "you're only as old as you feel"...<br />
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I'm thinking maybe if I keep doing those goofy dances, and play dress up, and singing silly songs, then I will feel as young as I possibly can!<br />
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Now I just need to remember to return to "adult" when I am in public, haha! I caught myself singing the Mickey Mouse clubhouse song out loud in Food Lion the other day....Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-21543006514429659272011-11-07T07:47:00.000-05:002011-11-07T07:47:24.980-05:00Capital "A" for Attitude!Is it possible for a child who is only 14 months old to have attitude?? I swear, Baby K, its a good thing you crack me up with your cuteness. <br />
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I don't know what has gotten into her, but she is going thru this 'phase' ( at least I hope its just a phase...). She will go to touch something, and know good and well that momma and daddy have told her a million times "ahh ahh", or "No, no.. don't touch",..... and with those beautiful blue eyes, she will look at me as if to say "watch me touch this". <br />
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And then.. to top it off, when I take what ever forbidden object from her, she will swat at me! As if to say, "if I can't touch it, neither can you!" <br />
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We are working on this in our house. I've heard advise such as- " just ignore it and she will stop doing it." So I tried this. My results?? still waiting for her to stop. But, I will say she doesn't do it all the time. <br />
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My mother, and hubby, suggest a light tap on the hand to show her she is wrong. I have a hard time with this one... I mean how can I teach her to stop hitting me, or I will hit her?? She's pretty smart too. So either she doesn't get that this is discipline, or.. its a game and we just keep hitting each other. <br />
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Yesterday, my sweet Baby K took things to a whole new level. I was scolding her for stepping on her books, and telling her its not nice to treat books this way (with my scowl face & serious voice). And even though I don't speak baby babble, I swear she was talking back to me! She had the fore head wrinkle and the finger pointing, the whole nine yards! I couldn't help but chuckle.... <br />
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Then I started thinking about how babies mimic what they see.. and I thought OMG is that how I look to her when I am telling her not to do something?? and so I had to chuckle some more....<br />
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Her personality is really coming out now. Everyday with her is so much fun. <br />
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I think this ATTITUDE is a test for us. <br />
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To see how far she can get...<br />
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Not far Baby K, I am on to you :)Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-18345219982016756802011-11-03T15:03:00.001-04:002011-11-03T15:03:34.088-04:00Calgon Take me away...............Ok so, I'm having one of those days.. you know the ones that make you feel like you are running in place and getting no where fast?<br />
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Call it PMS if you like ( my hubby does), but I am just stressed, frazzled, mad, sad, frustrated and irritated.. ALL at the same time!!! I don't really know why either. <br />
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well, it could be the things I have to get done for work, the laundry and cleaning that need to be done, or the fact that I still have no idea what I'm making for dinner. <br />
Maybe its that Christmas is in 7 weeks and 3 days and I have only bought 2 tiny things.?<br />
OR that Thanksgiving, which is at our house this year, is fast approaching and I have no plans in place for dinner. <br />
Maybe its that I have been thinking of going back to school and can't imagine how in the H#!* I am going to be able to juggle that. <br />
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What ever it is, I am ready for this day to be over with! <br />
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Maybe I need to just deal with things one at a time.. make a list ( I make list for EVERYthing). <br />
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I don't know what it is but making list not only helps me get things done, it also clams me. ( I know I'm weird)<br />
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So I guess I'll start my list with Thanksgiving Dinner:<br />
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<li>Turkey (duh, cant have Thanksgiving with out this!)</li>
<li>mashed potatoes</li>
<li>yams (with marshmallows of course!)</li>
<li>Green bean casserole</li>
<li>deviled eggs</li>
<li>cranberry sauce ( no one eats this except my mom, yuck! but it looks nice on the table)</li>
<li>dinner rolls</li>
<li>pumpkin pie ( I hate it, but its traditional)</li>
<li>apple pie ( my fav )</li>
<li>gravy ( Oh my gosh, I almost forgot the gravy!!)</li>
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ok now I'm hungry.<br />
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Based on the list above, I need to go shopping. <br />
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Speaking of shopping.. I guess I need to move on to the Christmas list. <br />
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People I need to shop for:<br />
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<li>Baby K ( of course!)</li>
<li>hubby (I have no clue what to get him)</li>
<li>my mom </li>
<li>my sister n law (we draw names in our family for the adults and my husband got her)</li>
<li>my brother n law ( I got him in the drawing)</li>
<li>My Niece age 3 ( Tinkerbell anything)</li>
<li>my niece age 9 months (something she can chew on)</li>
<li>my sister ( her birthday is Christmas eve)</li>
<li>my babysitter ( and her 5 kids, yes I said 5)</li>
<li>My step daughter from my ex-boyfriend long ago ( long and complicated but we still are in contact)</li>
<li>my nephews in TX</li>
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Ok, I know I said usually making a list helps calm me.....<br />
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but right now, I am overwhelmed but what is listed on the 2 list above!! And I haven't even unloaded the dryer yet!!! <br />
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Maybe later, after dinner ( still have no idea what that is), and after Baby K has had her bath and read to and is down for bed. After I clean the kitchen from what ever it is I make for dinner. And after I get the diaper bag ready for Baby K for tomorrow. And,.. after I get a shower.....<br />
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IF I am not too tired. <br />
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maybe, just maybe...<br />
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I will pour myself a glass of wine and relax a little. <br />Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648131707766990277.post-53327185235271162882011-11-01T09:00:00.000-04:002011-11-01T09:00:59.921-04:00Trick or Treating was a sucess!<div>Our first experience with Trick or Treat was last night and OMG I think I had as much fun as she did! I was so excited all day long at work, I even left work early! I raced over to pick her up from the sitter.. got her home and fed, then we were dressed and ready to go!! ( mommy was a little too excited because we were ready to go, and ... it was still too early! :) Baby K didn't seem to mind. She actually enjoyed walking around in her adorable bunny costume.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to admit, I loved seeing her walk around in it too!! I mean look at her cuteness!!! OMG I couldn't stop smiling! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">She did start to get antsy ( or maybe that was me?), so we headed over to gramma's house for our first candy treat. Gramma was delighted to see her. ( Can you blame her?) She loaded up her pumpkin bucket too! ( Thanks gramma **wink) Baby K was so excited to see "treats"! So grabbed a Reese's peanut butter cup and took off running. Every time I tried to grab it she grunted with disapproval! ( boy she caught on quick!) </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> So from there we headed back to our neck of the woods. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We were sad to see that our block only had about 3 houses lit up. We have a few kids in our neighborhood, so where the heck were they?? Our street definitely looked a ghost town. We drove across the street to the other section of our neighborhood. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">We turned the corner to see hundreds, I am not exaggerating, hundreds of kids and parents walking in costume. Strollers, wagons, hayrides. the whole nine yards! This was definitely the place to be! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So we found the spot where all the parents were parking and parked the truck and got out our stroller and began to trick or treat!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Baby K only went to a hand full of doors but she had so much fun. She enjoyed seeing all the other kids dressed up too. She kept giggling every time one passed her. I enjoyed the comments for Baby K as well. She got too many "Awwws" to count! </div><br />
The night was getting cooler and so it was time to call it a night. We headed home where I let Baby K feast on a lollipop . After we were both sticky, it was time for a bath. It took her a little while to settle down from all the sugar and excitement, but once she did, she was out like a light .<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijynueYgtlMHrTec9_kovaQBBl2BQ7UNHd5zvx40TVWfc40TZprFJ78_p1Q_6BrlkGZh_uzjLGZvSfFqkFS4ie5hSZxLAs2n8QHz1vcW-kZBZnvbD_bckAbHCdkiiVzFJiD-v5BYybxZ6i/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijynueYgtlMHrTec9_kovaQBBl2BQ7UNHd5zvx40TVWfc40TZprFJ78_p1Q_6BrlkGZh_uzjLGZvSfFqkFS4ie5hSZxLAs2n8QHz1vcW-kZBZnvbD_bckAbHCdkiiVzFJiD-v5BYybxZ6i/" /></a></div><a name='more'></a>I have to say it was a great experience and I look forward to it for the years to come! I think Halloween may become one of my favorite holidays.. wait it already is... hmm.. well it just got better!!Mom in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04736296427429129834noreply@blogger.com13