tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39238585356344653162024-03-05T19:38:19.229-06:00{The Boyd Family}Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.comBlogger709125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-42127291465205313712018-09-05T13:04:00.001-05:002018-09-05T13:04:30.621-05:00Back to SchoolI now have a 3rd grader and a 2nd grader. Crazy!<br />
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Harrison is now down the big kid hallway. This is also the first year he has two teachers - Mrs. Aduddell for homeroom and Mrs. Daigle for switch. He barely let me get a picture with his homeroom teacher so I didn't push for one with his switch 😆<br />
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Harper has Mrs. Gardner for 2nd grade. She was so excited to find out one of her best friends was in her class this year. She and Isabella sit right across from each other.</div>
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And of course we can't forget about Hadley. Ohhhhh, Hadley. She started a new preschool this year and was so excited. She even cried at meet the teacher when it was time to leave. She told me, "you go Mommy, I stay!" Ha. She will be going 5 days a week this year and the location is so much more convenient. It's only about 5-10 minutes away from our new shop and office building.<br />
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Speaking of new shop and office building...the original completion date was supposed to be June. And now we're here 3 months later and it's still not close to being done 😫 It has rained so much over the summer and I don't think we've had a single break from it in over a week. It has to dry out enough to finish pouring the concrete for the parking lot, and then that has to cure for 28 days before any of the heavy machinery can be moved. It's been a stressful experience but we will be so grateful to be all moved in when that time finally arrives.<br />
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I have so much more to update on here. I'll be back soon! (ish)<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-1321042466890448142018-07-05T16:01:00.000-05:002018-07-05T16:10:24.504-05:00SevenDear Harper,<br />
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You have gone and turned SEVEN on me. My little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead isn't quite so little and she doesn't even have curly hair anymore. But the nursery rhyme still holds true -- you are really really good 99% of the time but when you're not, well, you know how the rest goes ;)<br />
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Even though I can still close my eyes and picture you as a itty bitty baby or a curly-headed toddler, at the same time you also have an old soul and sometimes I forget that you are still just a little girl. You are very mature for your age but you also have such an innocence about you that I just adore. You are so kind-hearted and sensitive. You are extremely helpful and look around for ways to contribute without ever being asked. You want to grow up and do big things with your life and make a difference in this world...and also be a professional singer at the same time :) You are a sweet girl but also have a dark side and love to creep us out for laughs. Only those closest to you ever get to see this side of you because you are pretty bashful and shy.<br />
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You are very smart and love school. Your favorite subjects are writing, art, math, and your GT class. You also love reading and were already at a 3rd grade level at the beginning of 1st grade. You aren't so fond of P.E. though and somehow always manage to have a temporary injury that requires you to sit out. Ha! You LOVED your teacher this year, Mrs. Ruszkowski, and will always remain one of her love bugs. You really did grow and shine so much over this last year.<br />
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You don't really play with toys anymore outside of your dollhouse and barbies, occasionally. You prefer drawing, art projects, and writing "books". You are a fashionista and love putting together "fancy" outfits. You love to help me cook and bake. According to you, you are now too old to watch Disney Jr. (even though I still catch you zoning out when your sister is watching) and now you want to watch big kid shows like Project MC2, Jessie, Bunk'd, The Good Witch, etc. You still really love Tom & Jerry as well. You are still into Disney Princess movies but only play dress up rarely any more. You love dance and piano lessons and are always singing. You learned how to ride a bike without training wheels -- after years of us trying to help you (and everyone getting frustrated in the process), you finally decided to just teach yourself one day and we looked up and off you were going.<br />
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Harper Grace, my gosh there is just no way to express how much I love you. I know I'm your mom and not supposed to be your "friend." But honestly, I feel like we are the best pals and I can't imagine not spending these days with you as my sidekick. Having a daughter is such a blessing and I thank God every day for you and the light you shine so brightly into our lives.<br />
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Love always,<br />
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Mommy<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-42893322972409706682018-06-20T16:19:00.001-05:002018-06-20T16:45:36.018-05:00Baking Cookies {time, slow down}<div style="text-align: left;">
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This was from a photo shoot last August with <a href="http://foreverinthemomentphotography.zenfolio.com/" target="_blank">Forever in the Moment Photography</a>. I knew I wanted updated pictures of the kids but also knew there was no way Hadley would sit still long enough to pose (or her brother, ahem). I think this "lifestyle" shoot is my favorite session ever! It really captures their personalities and the fact that we didn't have any forced shots was so much less stressful than our typical family photo sessions. </div>
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Lulu is just the cutest toddler ever around minute 7-8 when she has a bit of a meltdown when it's time to put the cookies in the oven. Life sure is hard when you're not even 2. Those chubby little bare feet standing there waiting for the cookies to finish baking and then the chubby little hand touching the glass in anticipation sure do get me good. </div>
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Sweet kids of mine, you really need to listen to the wise words on Harper's shirt.</div>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-77821602298694600292018-06-07T08:20:00.000-05:002018-06-08T14:17:02.552-05:00EightDear Harrison,<br />
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You are now 8 years old. Do you realize that's half way to driving? Stop it, already!<br />
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So what are you up to at 8? You are definitely growing up on me. You are starting to get to the stage where you're too cool for me at school and around your friends...but you still call me Mommy and will crawl in my lap when they aren't around. You promised me you would be my baby forever and I'm going to hold you to it ;) You are still WILD and all boy. You know exactly what you want and are a master negotiator. We are so much alike and butt heads on a daily basis...but at the end of the day when I crawl into your bed to snuggle, there's no place else I'd rather be. You are passionate about things that interest you but will be the first to say that you're lazy when it comes to things you don't care about. We are working on that character trait ;) You are still into Minecraft, DanTDM, Roblox, and your Nintendo Switch when you earn screen privileges. You also love building legos, reading, watching history documentaries, playing baseball, and drawing/writing. You are hilarious and witty and make us all laugh every day.<br />
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My sweet, sweet boy. The time won't slow down no matter how much I plead. I'm doing my best to stop and savor these days with you while you are still all mine.<br />
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Love you BIG!<br />
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Mommy<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-81699100443515708362018-06-06T09:15:00.002-05:002018-06-06T09:15:56.363-05:00Well Hello ThereI'm dusting off my keyboard in an attempt to update this old blog of ours. I'm not sure if anyone even blogs anymore with all of the other forms of social media that have taken over. But I've missed it. Life has been busy and hectic and I haven't carved out any time to get on here and update anything but I'm hoping to change that. I love having a space to document our memories as my babies grow.<br />
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Since I've last posted, one kid has turned 8 (and then 8 1/2), one kid has turned 7, and one has started talking and saying the funniest things. I know my brain won't hold onto these memories no matter how strongly I beg it to. So here I am. Hi again! 👋<br />
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So, what's new?<br />
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★ My babies are growing up. Harrison is now officially a 3rd grader, Harper is now a 2nd grader, and Hadley is a feisty hurricane at 2 1/2.<br />
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★ We are fostering again. Whoa, right?! We've had a sweet almost 3-yr old little girl with us for 2 weeks now. I have so much I want to share about our journey here.<br />
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★ We moved into our new house a little over a year ago. (Man, I have really been slacking on here)<br />
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★ Our business is growing. We are building a new shop and office closer to home and will be moving in in about 4-6 weeks. It's definitely a stressful time but will be so worth it to have more space.<br />
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★ We've gone on a few trips/vacations that I'll hopefully share pictures of soon.<br />
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★ Today is our 12th wedding anniversary. We met 18 years ago on this day as well. How ON EARTH can that be??? It blows my mind a little that I'm old enough for this to be possible. I've known Rick for over half my life now.<br />
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I have a bajillion pictures I want to get on here but here are a few to get me started.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Super Lulu</i></td></tr>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-44993089207080128432017-11-02T00:02:00.001-05:002017-11-14T20:59:30.325-06:00TwoDear Hadley,<div><br></div><div>Well, baby girl, the days keep on passing and here we are on your second birthday already. These past 2 years hold the dearest moments in my heart. Before you were born I was nervous how the dynamic was going to shift going from 2 kids to 3. And now I can’t imagine anything else. You joined the family and didn’t skip a beat showing everyone who is boss. You light up our lives with your spunk and are the perfect combination of sweet and spicy. You are fiercely independent but are also a true momma’s girl. I pray I never forget the way it feels when you reach for my hand when we’re walking...and climb in my lap asking to watch Mickey...and give the best baby hugs and open-mouth smooches. </div><div><br></div><div>Happiest birthdays to you, my sweet Haddie Lou. I love you bigger than big. </div><div><br></div><div>Love always,</div><div><br></div><div>Momma</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_6a06_dcdf_ae22_3e56" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2sx4QUfHMKk/WfvxKD0KkOI/AAAAAAAASKM/ujtHOShuYL0WJMHlguXE4cWa2E21gc6iwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_126b_3c8_c15_21a0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QSgMDy09jCU/WfvxJntDk5I/AAAAAAAASKE/rLkdi6XN6DIu7G5TyUP65UMt-AMg7kXZwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_f80b_e883_25e1_40d5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dpz4X_PBbe8/WfvxHigjhaI/AAAAAAAASJ4/q9FunGsS6Uc1b7bpeUAJIZKyxxlaDC4DACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_b958_c5ba_de36_ce8c" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c3XSj8USwAE/WfvxIJzEH0I/AAAAAAAASJ8/lWFniXeCOPoZ6QWO9VTvTHdYYzMdkG3ngCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_5f1f_1d78_9640_8334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizbX4uds8UCZgUsRtalUlElHk1u2Sau16AWlOVnarqsPmbmaksT7E4xS3hs0QA9H6cv43Ydv965zsvTH5tYWhLoSchr_uOhgVrmaQaoWThuV2cdekOBAf5hlPm4H4gJ7X-jMD4ggq45pWK/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><img id="id_cf8f_9a07_4eed_42ac" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildXhoda4nMgy3pdfoNw29pR-7KSbddomljsSKrTWfF3gyUjYpwpCJqeiQAUtfHOpgdkonixBh9Qd3rj1XqHMMK2LeyMMMx6MlWKWt4Rsv_9YAAub3ej_T7TneLZtk2SEShFYShItAL2zC/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_eed_c2ab_3a2f_8729" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1YWw5boBG7I/WfvxKFNOFUI/AAAAAAAASKQ/LnNNIl21SfU6tJsdHFMqZ_gS6hKIJ5nKwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_af7e_1852_fc15_6038" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GKDu4uBA8vU/WfvxLW-pODI/AAAAAAAASKY/Aysxi0M0TA0eSxnPp9b3Ly3JRp2SPqu_gCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_facf_8d7b_6f65_e738" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I8_syPmyp3Y/WfvxLHd-5FI/AAAAAAAASKU/853VhIu4FeI1z0ip94LJAUzV0UTN4xBxQCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_5ac_9cf0_d177_3970" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BHBh1PpngrU/WfvxMEyrXzI/AAAAAAAASKc/LvXDeUctwz43-0vCLvy4LtNiC447aRnOQCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><img id="id_747d_d47a_d338_c3f5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0i6G6b3OFZg/WfvxMMwIY9I/AAAAAAAASKg/QX2DnD0Q6agFPKyBpzfCKoPnCR56aehowCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_320f_6d97_58ea_cf8d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihtAM441IyIFww08jtzvxAv72GbGU4rf2l7thx75K-3LG0DJt4RY921QPnkkRN2ClfJqKjK2ccVA6MkUjs0JqHFsLDmcahO3pFVXDSg5iH-B0mXafZF5Sd349WGL3H4wMiBoKnchBEyCOY/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_e31d_38ba_270d_6488" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9TdLofvNwcc/WfvxNHaCfbI/AAAAAAAASKo/_iFZM4sA9eEYEnpUp-0EAEWNWi1x9WCWwCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_4bad_f69c_9241_ef5" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3l5iGzc5Mns/WfvxOF0Vi-I/AAAAAAAASKw/K8J8J98kFHoWvS4kvRMgtiOr-r9TNwLVACHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_6bbb_aeb3_41_a557" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-69nq39laN1M/WfvxOKGtQvI/AAAAAAAASKs/AajGVE45K3IdTBQERWMP3X6A1-J7mL-7gCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_2574_d483_1426_a85b" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4Akuv_w5jzM/WfvxORs1iCI/AAAAAAAASK0/AIar2hx4H70iyKe_2JCk3DHe0nW3NXizgCHMYCw/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 392px; height: auto;"><br><br></div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-76551369463525778702017-05-03T15:00:00.000-05:002018-06-08T13:18:29.592-05:00SixDear Harper,<br />
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You are six today! It is hard to believe it's been this many years since you made your surprise and dramatic entrance into the world. I will never forget the joy that filled my heart in that first glimpse I got of you in that operating room. And you have brought us joy every single day since.<br />
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When I think about you at this age there are many things I want to hold on to forever. I wish I could press the pause button and soak it all in so I don't forget you at this stage in your childhood. You are one of the kindest people I know. You are soft spoken and quiet but also have a wild side around those that you know well and you have the best belly laugh. You are tender hearted and compassionate. You are a little mother hen and take the best care of your baby sister. You have a green thumb and love planting flowers and plants and always remember to water them. You are such a girly girl and would wear a frilly dress every day if you could, but you also love to run around barefoot and get dirty outside. You appreciate the beauty in everything around you. You love anything and everything "fancy." You spend hours having tea parties in your room and spreading out doilies everywhere for your guests. You love to design gowns in your sketchbook and are a talented little artist. You are very observant for a six year old and always notice people's jewelry and clothes and shoes. Yet while you love and appreciate all things fancy, you are also content with what you have and are satisfied by the simple things in life. I hope this never changes.<br />
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Harpie Harp, we sure do love you to a million little pieces. Our family would not be the same without you, there is no doubt about that. I am so thankful for every day that God gives me with you and that I have the privilege of being your mama.<br />
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Love you BIG, baby girl!<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-5982375894740465362017-03-10T12:37:00.000-06:002017-03-10T12:37:12.929-06:0012 Months<i>I just realized I never posted Hadley's final monthly post. It was already finished, but still sitting in my drafts. So I'm posting it now and you can just pretend we are back in time 4 months ago. So much has already changed since I wrote this. 😭</i><br />
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Well, we made it. Our final monthly post! It has been a lot more challenging this time around to keep up but I'm so glad I did. I've already forgotten so much of the first few months and I love that I can look back on here and have a snapshot of our firecracker at each milestone.<br />
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Hadley turned 12 months on November 3.<br />
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She weighed 23 lbs., 2 oz. and was 29 inches tall.<br />
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She wears size 18 and 24 month clothes, size 4 shoes, and size 4 diapers.<br />
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You took your first steps 3 days after you turned 11 months and by the end of the month you were getting braver and walking 5 or 6 steps by yourself. At 12 months you still mostly crawl but will stand up and take a few steps in between. You also love to walk back and forth between people and give them huge hugs and smiles.<br />
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You are weaned down to just 2 nursing sessions a day. One in the morning and one in the evening. You were NOT happy about giving up the extras (especially in the middle of the night) and you still refuse to drink cow's milk in any shape or form. I've tried it cold, hot, chocolate, blended with banana, 1%, 2%, whole, you name it. You spit it out and refuse to take any more drinks. Sigh. But you love water and the occasional sippy cup of juice and you are a pretty big eater (including yogurt and cheese), so I am working on getting you all the way weaned. Momma has loved the bonding time with you but I am ready to have my body back (and hopefully better sleep for both of us!!).<br />
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You can definitely throw down on some food. I have no idea where you get that from - ha. You love spaghetti, cheese, carrots, taco soup, peaches, bananas, and a ton more. But you are also finicky at times and if you are overly tired, you get mad and chunk all your food on the floor.<br />
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Sleep? Ha. Haha. Ha. Ha. You had us fooled, little lady. You were the easiest infant until around 4 or 5 months when you got mobile. You used to sleep GREAT and I would even have to wake you up to feed you so my boobs wouldn't explode. And then, just like that, you decided you were over sleep. Your big sibs weren't (aren't) great sleepers either but you take the cake. You fall asleep pretty easily at night but you just don't stay asleep. You nap for 20 or 30 minutes tops and you have been cutting your naps down to just once a day the last couple of weeks. I'm terrible at the cry-it-out method but we tried it last week. It was a train wreck. You screamed and cried until you were gagging and finally after TWO HOURS I gave in. You just want to snuggle and stop crying immediately when I pick you up. But I am so so so tired. And so are you. I need you to figure this whole thing out soon, baby girl.<br />
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Which also brings us to your first ER visit. Yikes. You climbed over me in the middle of the night and fell on your face on our hardwood floors. It was awful. I still feel sick to my stomach just thinking about the sound of it. I finally got you calmed down and everything seemed like it was ok and then you threw up everywhere. So I packed you up and took you in to make sure you didn't have a concussion. Thankfully you were fine, but it left a huge shiner for a couple of weeks. Nothing like ringing in your 1st birthday with a black eye...<br />
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And speaking of eyes, you also had your first case of pink eye. All 3 of you passed that around along with double ear infections for everybody, too. That's how we roll in this family, apparently.<br />
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What else? At 12 months, you have 6 teeth. Anytime my phone rings your face lights up and you say "dadadadada!!" You like to wipe everything down and you also like to pretend to blow your nose. You love to unfold laundry and laugh about it. You like to get into things you know you're not supposed to and laugh about it. You have already figured out how to open doors and also how to get past the child locks on the kitchen and bathroom cabinets. You are full of expression and smile with your whole entire face -- I love the way you crinkle your nose. You are our sunshine girl and we have had such an amazing 12 months with you so far.<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-33531215171964834742017-03-08T12:21:00.000-06:002017-03-08T12:21:11.958-06:00Life (because I'm original)Somehow it's a week into March...what the what???<br />
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It's been a busy couple of weeks for us. We closed on our house on Friday and are now renters until April 15. We took our final picture in front of our home on the last day it was officially ours.<br />
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I'm so glad we've done this over the years! I've posted them on here every year so I won't upload them all again, but here is the condensed version. A lot has changed over the last decade.<br />
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So, it's too bad that you weren't here to witness our family portrait session in person. Let me just say that you missed out on some quality entertainment. It involved a tripod with a timer and me trying to get everybody to look in the same direction at the unmanned camera all at the same time. Just go ahead and imagine how many pictures we had to take with 3 kids and a puppy. I couldn't resist saving a few of the outtakes.<br />
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I'm sure going to miss this house but I also know that it's the people that make a home and not walls and a roof. I'm thankful that we were able to sell our house so easily and to someone who I know will love it as much as we have. And now I will be quietly holding my breath until we move into our new house because it's my personality to worry about something going wrong and falling through and us living homeless on the streets. lol. I am definitely ready to have nothing up in the air.<br />
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We went to Jimmy Changas after signing everything at the title company and ordered a drink to celebrate. A giant margarita with a bottle of champagne in it? I mean, if you're going to twist my arm then I will force one down. ;) We talked about ditching the kids and our new house plans and running away to Vegas with our new funds.....but then we got back in the minivan and sat in car rider line instead because we are wild and crazy like that.<br />
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Not only did we sell our house on Friday, Harrison also lost his second tooth.<br />
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And Friday was also Go Texan Day.<br />
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AND, most important of all according to Harper, our backsplash, toilets, and sinks got installed. She declared it the best day ever. She is very invested in the progress and design of our new house. :)<br />
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Hadley Claire. She's kind of gotten the shaft here on my blog in terms of having her babyhood documented consistently. This girl is <i>a mess!</i> She is a feisty little one. She's into everything and loves to climb. She's very animated and smiles with her whole face and I just love it. But she is also very strong-headed and has recently become a little mean. The bigs have never been aggressive so this is new territory for me as a mama. She is going through a hitting phase. It's definitely not a playful hit either. When she gets frustrated at someone she glares, growls and then WHAM. The other day I grabbed her hand and firmly told her no...and she looked straight at me, scowled, and then headbutted me. 😲 I'm hoping this phase passes quickly!!<br />
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Rick scored us free tickets to a Rockets game. We went with Ben and Stacie and thoroughly enjoyed a few kid-free hours with them. I couldn't really tell you who won the game because our tickets were on some special food-level seating area and we had all-you-can-eat access to tons of delicious free food. I'm usually a pretty good multi-tasker, but stuffing my face with food demands a higher level of focus and commitment...and if you're going to make me choose between basketball and gluttony, the food's gonna win every time. What can I say...<br />
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Rick's parents came by for a quick visit on their way home from Arkansas and look who Papaw finally won over:</div>
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At Christmas she was not going anywhere near that scary man with the booming voice. She crawled behind the ottoman and hid from him when he tried to talk to her. But we all knew it would only be a matter of time before she became Papaw's girl and this day was the day :)</div>
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I had a meeting with Harper's GT teacher last week and got to surprise her for lunch. It was Dr. Seuss's birthday and even though her school wasn't specifically celebrating, she wanted to dress for the occasion. She's a girl after my own heart.</div>
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Harrison was honored at the character assembly last week for.....<br />
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We all got a good laugh out of that one. That boy has about a million fabulous character traits, but responsibility is definitely not one of them. He himself was shocked when he found out and actually asked me if I thought maybe they got him mixed up with a different Harrison. HA!<br />
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And an update wouldn't be complete without talking about our Griffin Girl. She is a ball of energy but is fiercely loyal to her babies. Harrison had the stomach flu a couple of weeks ago (all 5 of us did - YAY) and she didn't want to leave his side. </div>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-58942915608641349412017-02-02T11:47:00.001-06:002017-02-02T11:47:36.033-06:00SoldIt's been a whirlwind of a week. We had a showing on Thursday, an offer on Friday, we negotiated and accepted on Monday, and signed the papers on Tuesday! It is such a relief to have our house sold. Especially before it was even officially listed on the market. No more keeping it immaculately clean all the time (HAHAHAHAHA) or having to pack up everyone and the dog for showings. And the best part? The buyer is going to lease it back to us until our new house is done!!!! I am so, so thankful that things seem to be falling into place.<br />
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The cherry on top is that we sold it to a friend of a friend. When Harper's teacher learned that we were moving, she asked me to send her pictures because another teacher at their school has been looking to move in our area. She had been looking for a long time but hadn't found the perfect house for them until they came to see ours. She is a first grade teacher at our kids' school and has two of her own kids, a boy and a girl. It makes my heart happy knowing that they will love our home like we have. That probably sounds silly but it really does give me peace.<br />
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I'm going to miss this house. We've lived here for a decade. It was our first home and the place we welcomed each of our kiddos home to. We've watched the trees grow as we've watched our kids grow. They all took their first steps on its floors. We've enjoyed countless evenings playing in the backyard, listening to laughter and watching the sun set. I am looking forward to more space and new memories in our next home, but this little house will always be special to our family and hold a fond place in my heart.<br />
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I'm posting the pictures that our realtor had taken because when I look back I want to know that it was perfectly clean for at least part of one day of the 10 years we lived here :)<br />
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Harrison told me he went up to the teacher yesterday and gave her a big hug and asked her if he can come over and visit from time to time. :) He is so excited about our new house but has also shed a few tears about the idea of change and having to leave our old house behind. The bigs are young but I hope they do end up with some memories in this home.</div>
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-43975882312042043212017-01-26T21:34:00.000-06:002017-01-26T21:34:48.064-06:00A Few UpdatesSo remember my last post where I introduced Griffin Theodore?
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I took him to his first vet visit last week and discovered that HE is actually a SHE. </div>
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It was quite a shock. Both because he had been in our family for a month and the thought that he was not a "he" anymore was really hard to process, and also because he had been in our family for a month and nobody noticed he didn't have a penis and HELLO, someone totally should have noticed that! </div>
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But in our defense, when I called about the litter, the breeder said that there were only two boys left. When we got there, they brought out two puppies for us to choose between. All of his (her) paperwork said male all over it. So we never even considered that he could be a she. We bathed her several times and rubbed her belly countless times and it never once registered that there were boy parts missing. </div>
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It makes for a really funny story now but the day it happened was pretty rocky. Harper was excited and had no issue at all with the news. Harrison, however, is like his mama and doesn't handle change very well. He sobbed for over an hour because "nothing is the same anymore!!!!" I have to say that I could relate to his feelings a little bit. ha! I felt like I was the mom to a puppy switched at birth and while it didn't change my feelings toward him (her) it felt like life was a big fat lie and what about the name we picked out for him and the personalized tags and stocking and he's been wearing a bow tie for a month and why why WHYYYY??? But then we both slept on it and the next day the melodrama had calmed way down :) </div>
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It's been over a week now and we are still slipping up with the gender pronouns. We have also tossed around the idea of changing her name and have tried a few out. But none seem to stick. She knows her name reeeeally well, mostly due to constant phrases like <i>no, Griffin!! </i>and <i>Stop it, Griffin!! </i>and <i>Griffin, don't chew on that!!! </i>and <i>GRIFFIN, NOOOOO!!!! </i>So we tried to come up with names that were similar. We tried out Gretchen for a few days but none of us really loved it. So we finally decided to just stick with what we all know and love with an updated middle name. Because my children insist that their dog have a middle name. lol. </div>
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So, re-introducing Griffin Eleanor:</div>
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She has a multitude of nicknames: Griffy, Griffy-Girl, Griffy-Griff, Griffy McGruff, Finn, Ellie, Ellie-Belle, and Rick sometimes calls her Jenner (har har)...try explaining that one to the kids. </div>
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Her bow tie has been removed and she now sports a pink glittery collar. Harper couldn't wait to shop for it. Although she was kind about it and took me aside and told me even though she was really excited to get her a new collar, she wanted to wait until Harrison was less upset. Sweet sister. </div>
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She is one very loved puppy. And also one very mischievous puppy. Sometimes borderline psychotic, so she fits right in with the rest of our crazy bunch. Just last night she conned Rick into letting her on the bed while he was watching tv. I heard something fall onto the hardwood and walked in to find Rick passed out and that Griffin had demolished his glasses. 😐 Nothing on the floor is safe and really nothing within her reach is safe. She is a digger, a chewer, and a destroyer of All Things. But boy is she cute! And I can't lie and say I haven't smiled inside when it's been discovered that she's chewed up something that I've asked the kids to put away countless times. That's what we call natural consequences, kids. Now pick your freaking crap up! </div>
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It's been really fun and exciting seeing it progress. We met with our builder today for the pre-drywall walk-through. It's intriguing seeing just how much detail goes into the construction of a home. It's still on schedule to be finished in about 2 1/2 months. They broke ground on Harrison's birthday last month and we drive by pretty much every day since it's only a mile away. The kids get so excited when they notice the progress. They started laying the stone today and I thought Harper was going to cry tears of joy. lol. She's all about home design and will be the first to tell you her favorite tv show is "the Chip & Joanna show". 😊 </div>
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We chose hardwood flooring for all of the first floor except for the master bedroom, bathrooms, and laundry room. I'm a little nervous about the extra maintenance of hardwood in the kitchen but it's going to be beautiful. Our walls will be SW repose gray. Our kitchen cabinets will be white with a gray subway tile backsplash. The granite has a lot of gray but also ties in some warmer colors as well. We decided on oil-rubbed bronze fixtures and basin sink. </div>
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We met with our realtor last week to get all our ducks in a row as far as listing our house. He's pretty confident it will sell quickly and we are trying to time it so we won't have to find temporary living arrangements and move all our stuff twice. If everything stays on schedule, the new house will completed in April so we agreed to list our current house mid-February. <i>Cool</i>, I thought. <i>That gives us plenty of time to get the house in shape,</i>I thought. I made a check-list of about 500 things I wanted us to do to get it perfect for showing. And then our realtor called us Thursday to let us know he had a couple of interested clients that wanted to look at it THAT DAY. Yeah, no. We were not yet in <i>our-house-is-on-the-market-so-it-must-stay-clean-all-the-time</i> mode yet and there was no way I was about to let people come see it yet. So we agreed on the next day and then Stacie and I pulled an all-nighter getting it deep cleaned and repainted and decluttered and staged. She is the best, y'all. I thanked her for her offer but told her I didn't need any help and she showed up anyway and insisted. (And I totally did need her help!) (Why am I always so stubborn?)</div>
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She was supposed to be our easy-going kid #3 baby. She is the opposite of easy-going. She is feisty like a firecracker. She brings me smiles and laughter and joy but she also leaves me feeling bone-tired at the end of the day. It is a full time job just following her around and keeping her out of mischief. She can now open doors and child-locked cabinets. One of her favorite things to do is open the door to the laundry room and dump out the dog's water. She also enjoys unfolding laundry, dumping out drawers, pulling all the clothes off her hangers, and playing in the dog's crate. She is a mama's girl and cries as soon as our babysitter walks through the door. She is possibly even more strong-willed than her brother...and that is no small feat. Homegirl wants everyone to know who's boss, that's for sure. </div>
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Last weekend Harper and I had a date at a local tea room. It had been way too long since she and I got to sneak away for some one-on-one time. That morning we gave each other manicures and pedicures and helped with each others' makeup. I think getting ready was just as special to me as our date -- uninterrupted conversations with her are so precious.<br />
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It was a fancy affair...and she informed me that fancy affairs call for fancy high heels. So I bought her her very first pair and she was just too cute prancing and twirling around in them. By the time we got home she had already learned an important life lesson: that being a lady ain't easy.<br />
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Harper: Mommy, are you SURE my shoes aren't on the wrong feet? My toes feel all scrunched up and smushed and it's not comfortable to me at all.<br />
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Me: Welcome to the world of pretty shoes, sweet girl...<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-38615705516371986162017-01-09T12:44:00.001-06:002017-01-09T12:44:16.740-06:00Meet GriffinHello, 2017! Along with getting organized, eating better, and exercising (how original, I know), I am also resolving to dedicate more time to this neglected blog. I need it to become a habit again to sit down at the computer for 15 minutes or else it's just never going to happen.<br />
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I have so much to catch up on but to begin with, we have added a new member to our family!</div>
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Meet Griffin Theodore Boyd:</div>
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He is a goldendoodle and we are all smitten! We were planning to wait until after we sell our house and move into our new one before we adopt any pets again, but the kids have been commenting about how much they missed our trio pretty much every day. And by kids, I also mean Rick. ;) And then Harper came home from school last month bawling and when she finally calmed down enough to tell me what was wrong she informed me that they had watched a video in class that had a fluffy dog in it that reminded her of Sadie and it "made her heart hurt really really really bad."<br />
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Seeing the shock and excitement on their faces and they way they went on and on about how this was their FAVORITE CHRISTMAS EVER!!!! will be a memory I will treasure all my days.<br />
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Harper: "I love him SO much! He's the best present I've ever gotten since I've been born! You can take back all my other gifts under the tree and I'll still be so happy!"<br />
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Harrison: "I love him so much that it's actually TOO much. Like, I feel so connected to him that it makes me sad to even think about leaving him for 5 minutes. He's my favorite member of our family!"<br />
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I will say that it's a good thing he's so incredibly adorable. Because it's been a lonnnng time since I've gone through the puppy phase, and let's just say that I feel like instead of one toddler terrorizing the house and sucking up all my time and energy, I now have two of them! I am positive that they are in cahoots with one another. Just when I didn't think I could say "no" and "get away from that" and "come back in here" and "don't put that in your mouth" any more than I already do, I now say these things twice as much. I also spend far too much time taking chew toys out of Hadley's mouth and rescuing baby toys from Griffin's mouth (especially her beloved pacis...he loves to swipe them from her). And then there's trying to wrangle the dog into his kennel and keeping the baby out of it. Those two. Did I mention it's a good thing they are so darn precious?<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-21838408427533007892016-12-02T05:49:00.000-06:002016-12-02T05:49:07.731-06:00SevenHarrison,<br />
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You are 7 years old today. Happy birthday, bubba! Time insists on marching on and you keep getting older and taller, but I have to say that I think you as a big kid is my favorite stage so far. I think my mama heart will always miss your baby and toddler years -- they were so special and I am typing through teary eyes as I remember them fondly. But I sure am enjoying the heck out of you as you continue to grow and mature. You are smart, witty, kind, and a giant ball of energy that keeps us all shaking our heads and laughing every day.<br />
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We recently started journaling back and forth to each other and it is the BEST. After you've written in it you are so eager to hide it under my pillow, and I'm just as eager to read what you've written me and to respond. I know one day you will be too cool to do this fun activity with your mom so I am savoring the time I still have with you where you think I am a total rock star. I think you are pretty amazing, too. This world would sure be boring without you in it.<br />
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Happy birthday, sweet boy. I can't wait to celebrate you and the day you made me a mommy. Love you BIG!<br />
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Love always,<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-32395982250614017252016-11-03T05:39:00.000-05:002016-11-03T05:39:08.524-05:00OneHadley Claire,<br />
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When you wake up this morning, you will be ONE. This triggers a lot of emotions in your mama. It actually brings out a lot of emotions in your siblings, too. They both cried legitimate tears yesterday over the fact that it was your last day to be a baby and how they don't want you to change. They are so silly but I sure do relate to their sentiment. These 365 days have flown by far too quickly if you ask me.<br />
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I know that I will be choking back my own tears throughout this special day. Tears of sadness, as your babyhood is forever behind us. Tears of joy, as I watch you with wonder and soak you in. Tears of gratitude, as I thank God for the gift that you are. You are the bonus baby we didn't know we needed...but oh my how we most definitely needed you. You are incredibly loved and cherished, Haddie Lou!<br />
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Wishing you a very happy 1st birthday and looking forward to another year of watching you grow.<br />
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Love always,<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-14670691329210565502016-10-30T23:48:00.000-05:002016-10-30T23:48:07.642-05:0011 MonthsHadley turned 11 months old on October 3. Wait a second...what??? Time sure is FLYING by.<br />
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She weighed 22 lbs., 3 oz. and was 29 inches long.<br />
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She is wearing size 18 month clothes and is in a size 4 diaper.<br />
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<b><i>So, Hadley, what have you been up to this month?</i></b><br />
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This last month has been a little challenging. You've been sick with ear infections and colds and also teething. You are usually such a happy baby but this month you have been very cranky and way more high maintenance than normal. And sleep? Ha. Let's just say that neither one of us are anywhere close to being well-rested. Poor baby...it's no fun to see you feeling icky.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Momma, my ear hurts :(</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>it is so rare that you fall asleep on me these days. Definitely not feeling well but I sure did appreciate the extra snuggles.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I could sit and watch you sleep for hours...if you would actually sleep for hours </i></td></tr>
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Even with being sick and grumpy a lot this month, your silly self still shined through plenty. Your personality is getting bigger and bigger and you are so much like your brother. You are wild, into EVERYTHING, love mischief, not idle for more than 2 seconds, want total freedom, and know exactly what you want and get mad when you don't get it. In other words, we are all a little scared. Ha!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The first time I let you get your own snack instead of handing them to you one at a time. You were so excited to feed yourself!</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I think I'll climb all the way up...it's cool, Mom.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>you love to feed yourself</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>how exactly am I supposed to eat this?</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Nothing in life mattered before this moment</i></td></tr>
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I try to contain you in the living room (read: lock you in baby jail) but you always find ways to escape. I don't get much done during the day because you keep me on my toes, little missy. But slowing down and sitting in the floor with you is certainly nothing to complain about. You sure are fun to watch and play with. Your favorite toys are your xylophone, gumball machine, and riding toys (or pretty much anything you can climb on).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>you love to break out of jail and go beat on these glass doors...this is the mischievous look you give me when I catch you</i></td></tr>
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Hadley turns 11 months old tomorrow...and I'm just now posting her 10 month post...that's life with 3 kids. But I'm patting myself on the back for sticking to the monthly posts! I haven't written a single word in her baby book but at least her babyhood is being documented somewhere :)</div>
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She weighed 21 lbs, 9 oz. and was 28 1/2 inches tall. (90th % and 65th %, respectively)</div>
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<b><i>So, Hadley, what have you been up to this month?</i></b></div>
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You are into EVERYTHING. You crawl at warp speed. You climb on, under, and behind furniture. You cruise along the walls and furniture. You've stood all by yourself but we are still waiting for you to take that first step.<br />
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You nap twice a day. Usually 30 minutes in the morning and about an hour in the afternoon. Your afternoon nap almost always takes place in the car rider line. You are still not sleeping through the night and almost always end up in our bed before morning comes around. It doesn't make for great sleep but I do enjoy your snuggles. Especially since you have outgrown wanting to be rocked or cradled. You are so active and if you are awake, you want to be exploring and engaging and not so much chilling out with your mama on her lap.<br />
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You are learning lots of new tricks. You love to throw things on the floor and say, <i>uh oh! </i>You clap your hands and play pat-a-cake and cover your face to play peek-a-boo, and laugh the cutest little baby laughs while doing so. You love to dance to music. You figured out how to put balls in your gumball machine and press the lever to release them. It's so fun to watch your eyes light up when you learn something new. </div>
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I love our home and it will always hold a special place in my heart. It's the first house we bought together as newlyweds. All three of our babies were brought home there from the hospital. It's where we fostered 3 bonus kids. But we are starting to outgrow it. And with a baby who still doesn't sleep through the night sharing a room with her big sister, a 4th bedroom is in HIGH demand. This mama needs some sleep again. We also would like to keep an open heart for fostering and/or adopting and having another bedroom would make that so much more easier. </div>
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-84903037827568443422016-09-06T11:01:00.000-05:002016-09-06T11:01:43.792-05:00A New SeasonWe are two weeks into the school year and everybody is adjusting well. I was feeling anxious about all the changes but overall I'm excited for this new season for our family!
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I blinked and this girl is now off to elementary school. Practically every day of summer she would say to me, "<i>can you even believe I'm going to be in kindergarten already??" </i>She is extremely sentimental like her mama. She even cried when Hadley turned 9 months old since <i>"Mommy, what are we going to do when she's not a baby anymore??" </i>True story, I kid you not. She has such a tender heart and I'm happy to have someone in the family who can relate to my perpetual disbelief of time passing. :) Anyway, even though she told me countless times <i>"I'm homesick already" </i>and "<i>I just want to spend every single second of every single day home with you," </i>she was so excited about the first day of school approaching. Being apart from her brother last year was tough on her and she loved hearing about all of his kindergarten adventures. She had the best time picking out her backpack and lunch box and outfit for the first day. She loves the details like her mama, too. </div>
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We dropped off Harrison first. He is already starting to get to that age of being embarrassed by his parents and he was quick to tell us bye and send us on our way. Ha! He is in Mrs. Singleton's class this year and was super stoked to find out his best friend, Liam, is in the same class with him again this year.<br />
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I requested for her to have Mrs. Reed and am thankful they honored it. I was a little worried about how she would adjust to kindergarten since she is extremely shy and timid around new people or big groups. She got to know Mrs. Reed and her classroom last year from when Harrison was in her class and we'd go up there to visit for parties or to volunteer. Having that familiarity has helped her adjust tremendously and each day she comes out of her shell a little bit more. As soon as she gets in the car she gives me a play-by-play of her entire day and is always so proud to tell me if she was brave enough to talk to anybody or raise her hand to answer a question that day :)<br />
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I purposely scheduled Hadley's 9-month check up (a month late - oops) right after drop off because I knew I'd need a distraction and something to keep me busy and my mind off of the fact that my bigs have now abandoned me.<br />
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I thought that sending off Harper would be a breeze since I just did the whole my-baby-is-going-to-kindergarten sadness with Harrison the year before. But The Feelings found me. I don't even think it's just kindergarten feelings. It's more just missing your kids and knowing that their little years are gone forever and questioning if you spent them to their fullest. I was fine at drop off. But there were a few times I had to let some tears go throughout the day. At one point, I was running some errands and drove past their school on my way and started sobbing because <i>they are just on the other side of that wall and life isn't fair!!!</i> But I learned something valuable later that afternoon and I may have to start a new tradition if I'm <strike>stupid</strike> brave enough. When you are missing your kids and feeling like you just didn't get enough of them over the summer, a great way to get over that sadness is to run to the grocery store right after you pick them up from school on the first day. When they are overstimulated and completely exhausted. Yep, that will get you over The Feelings reeeeeeeal quick. HA!<br />
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I got to the office and found flowers on my desk. The Hubster did good. I'm not sure if they were to cheer me up since he knew I'd be a mess after dropping off my baby or if they were to celebrate my first official day back at work in 7 years. Either way, they made me smile!<br />
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My day turned around really fast. That's one of the perks of working with your spouse. We went to meet a realtor to look at some commercial property and then we stopped for some lunch at a really popular bbq place that I've always wanted to try. It was delicious and lived up to the hype. And it may not count as an official date, but it was the first childless meal that Rick and I have had alone since before Hadley was born. We finished complete sentences! We held eye contact! We only had to share food with each other! It was lovely :)<br />
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But even as great as my first day back to work was, boy was I itching to get back to my baby! She had her back to me when I walked in to the classroom. As soon as she heard my voice she spun around and crawled to me at warp speed. It was so sweet.<br />
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She will be going 3 days a week from 9-2 and based on how the first week was, I think it's going to be the perfect balance. Drop off went so much better after day 1. We still have 2 full days of one-on-one time and then of course the evenings and weekend with everyone. I'm enjoying working again part-time and am grateful that I'm able to have the best of both worlds!<br />
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On Friday, Hadley and I surprised the bigs in the cafeteria. I love sitting back and watching them with their peers before they realize I'm there. It's like a little peek into their new world. And then watching their eyes light up once they spot you...it's so special. I don't know how long they'll continue to be excited to have me as a lunch guest but I'll soak it up as long as I can.<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-40430763919129986482016-08-30T22:21:00.000-05:002016-08-30T22:21:53.058-05:009 MonthsHadley turned 9 months old on the 3rd...which was now almost a month ago, but better late than never, right?<br />
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She weighed 21 lbs., 2 oz. (90th percentile) and was 27 1/2 inches long (50th percentile).<br />
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She is wearing mostly 12-18 month clothes and a size 4 diaper.<br />
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<b><i>So, Hadley, what have you been up to this month?</i></b><br />
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You are a busy, BUSY girl and are into everything. Thankfully our house is still baby-proofed from our home study, but it is still not baby proofed enough for you, my adventurous girl. Even when we put you in your walker you still find a way to get into stuff you're not supposed to (not to mention you fly around the house in that thing like you're in a high speed chase).<br />
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You are also a daredevil which makes shopping interesting. I wear you in the lille' baby carrier a lot. You love it, but my back doesn't. ;)<br />
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You fought it at first, but you have finally settled into a pretty good nap routine. You take one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Sometimes they are only 20 minutes and sometimes they are 2 hours. You were pretty stubborn and even fell asleep sitting up on a few occasions, but now usually I can just lay you on your side and rub your back for a minute and you are good to go with no fussing.<br />
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You started eating table food right at 8 months and now that's almost all you will eat. You're not a fan of purees aside from the occasional pouch that you can feed yourself. Forget trying to spoon feed you...<i>someone</i> is quite independent. You are also losing interest in nursing and the longest I can get you to sit still is about 3 or 4 minutes (except in the middle of the night....). We still do 5 nursing sessions a day but I'm about to drop one to see if that helps.<br />
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You had your first ear infection this month. You never ran a fever but I was suspicious when you were being a cranky-pants (you are normally a very happy baby) and when you fell asleep in your high chair. Antibiotics and rest did the trick and I enjoyed the sleepy snuggles that you rarely give me anymore these days.<br />
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When you are awake you are moving, moving, moving. You crawl at lightning speed and pull up on everything and try to climb in/on/under whatever you can. Such an active and adventurous baby.<br />
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You are developing such a fun and silly personality. You carry things around in your mouth like a dog. You love finding tags on things. You love destroying magazines. You are infatuated with shoes and since I never put them on you, you find everyone else's and try to put them on yourself. You give the cheesiest grins and I just love that you smile with your whole entire face. Sometimes you remind us of those old Bitter Beer Face commercials. the BBF has replaced the RBF you used to sport which I find hilarious. You crack us up, kid.<br />
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You have a few nicknames. Your daddy calls you Claire about 90% of the time. Which drives me nuts, btw, since he was the one that was adamant on choosing your first name. But that's a story for another day, ha! Other names off the top of my head: Hadley Hoo, Haddie Lou, Miss Claire, Claire-Bear, Puppy Dog, Nugget, Happy Baby, Sunshine Girl, Tiny, and Smalls.<br />
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And sometimes after bath you are referred to as Thunder Thighs while we squish your adorable naked tushy. The kids also like to serenade you with a catchy tune that they made up, appropriately titled, Junk in Her Trunk.<br />
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<i>She's got junk, JUNK! In her trunk, TRUNK! She's got junk in her trunk, she's got junk in her trunk, she's got junk in her trunk, she's got junk, JUNK! In her trunk, TRUNK! </i><br />
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Oh sweet baby, we adore you! It's hard for your mama to comprehend that you've only just been on the outside of my belly for as long as you were on the inside. We had no idea what we were missing out on before you came along. You sure do enrich our lives and fill our hearts. Love you BIG!<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-49061134508154250952016-08-16T12:15:00.000-05:002016-08-16T12:15:42.400-05:00baby food challengeSo, this happened last week. I will admit that it wasn't my finest parenting moment, but I just could. not. resist. Oh, the laughter. And tears. From both of us. Or maybe just tears from both of us and laughter from one of us. Either way, it was totally worth it! Or at least until it backfired...all over my freshly mopped floors.<br />
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In my defense, I never in a million years thought he'd actually do it. This is a kid who gags weekly at the dinner table at just the <i>thought </i>of eating certain foods. Normal foods. That he's eaten thousands of times with no issue in the past. Oh, this kid. He is a riot. (Disclaimer: In the moment of the food battles I <i>might not exactly</i> be thinking it's funny...)<br />
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And now I'm pretty sure I may have dug the Food Battle Hole a little deeper with this stunt. I betrayed his trust and manipulated him with his kryptonite. But boy did he enjoy that bag of candy ;)Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-7022002089637639892016-08-10T22:51:00.001-05:002016-08-10T22:51:54.290-05:00GNR and G&RWe had a fun, adultish weekend! Friday night I surprised Rick and took him to see Guns N' Roses for an early birthday gift. I told him I was taking him on a date but wouldn't tell him where...and to throw him off I pulled a little bit of a Clark Kent and wore this shirt over my rocker skull tank:<br />
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I texted that picture to Stacie and then also a bunch of other outfit and shoe options because I'm a poser and never go out and am pretty clueless when it comes to fashion, much less what to wear to a GNR concert. In the end, she voted for this combo so I went with it. She was worried the shoes might give it away but I assured her that Rick would never ever in a million years notice my shoes and correlate them to a rock concert. I once chopped off eight inches of hair and he didn't notice. So I felt pretty confident.<br />
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I'd been planning it since April but somehow it still snuck up on me. Before I bought the tickets, my mom had offered to keep Hadley (along with the bigs) overnight and back then 9 months old sounded like no big deal. And then the date got here and I was really anxious about leaving her. I'm always like that about the kids at any age but it's even harder when they're babies and still nursing and total momma's girls. But we all survived! Hadley kept them up from 2-4:30am but we won't dwell on that little detail ;)<br />
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Originally, I planned out a triple date with Ben & Stacie and Trina & Dustin. But in the end Trina & Dustin had to cancel because he got stuck out of town for work. Boo! It wasn't the same without them but we all still had so much fun! I wanted to surprise Rick so we tried confusing him as to what we were doing. I hinted here and there about the Astros vs. Rangers game. I wore my mama bear shirt and had uber pick us up from my mom's house to take us downtown to the Flying Saucer. And then the second we got in the car, the uber driver randomly asked if we were going to see Guns N' Roses. Grr!<br />
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They still sounded the same, though! I was never a hard core fan and only halfway knew the more popular hits. But Rick was pretty dedicated in his earlier years.<br />
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And now onto the G&R portion of our weekend. Which stands for Gary & Rick. Which considering it was all about a wedding, I probably should have come up with a different title...but that wouldn't have been nearly as catchy.<br />
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Gary and Rick are business partners and old friends. Kirby Precision actually has a related company called G&R Drilling...aren't they so cute?? ;) ANYWAY, Gary got married this weekend. Rick was a groomsman, which meant that we got 3 dates in a row! Friday was the concert, Saturday was the rehearsal dinner, and then Sunday was the wedding. Maybe not necessarily romantic date nights per se, but I will gladly take whatever kid-free(ish) nights I can get. I wore heels 3 days in a row, people. That's a pretty big deal.<br />
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We brought Hadley with us to the rehearsal dinner but she's still really easy at restaurants. We dumped the bigs off with the Hursts and since they have 4 kids of their own, I wasn't about to ask them to keep the baby, too. And <i>just maybe</i>, I was kind of having Haddie withdrawals from leaving her the night before. I mean, just maybe.<br />
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The wedding was really nice. I suck and didn't even get a single picture at the ceremony and only took a couple at the reception. I had intentions of getting one of Rick in his tux beforehand but getting out the door was kind of stressful. Trying to get myself ready, nurse the baby, get everything situated for the babysitter, etc was <i>not exactly</i> fun. But it makes that huge sigh of relief as you get into your quiet and peaceful car all the more enjoyable. I'm not the only one who does that, right?<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-66859242349912095812016-07-27T15:43:00.000-05:002016-07-27T15:43:00.985-05:00In the words of Adele, Hello.Hi there! Remember me? The person who actually used to take the time to write every now and then?<br />
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I haven't blogged regularly aside from birthdays or Hadley's monthly posts in a long time. And I hate that. I'm not exactly sure why. Obviously having 3 kids eats up a bunch of my time. And I also think a big part of it is that I have to drag out the laptop. Because we all know how much effort that takes, amiright? lol. But now that Hadley is starting to get on more of a nap schedule (hooray!!!) I am trying to be more intentional about writing again. I'm pretty sure only 2 people ever even stop by to read, but I love having a record of our days as they keep flying on by. It's priceless for me to be able to look back over the years and reminisce.<br />
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So. What do I write about? Another problem I seem to have is that with each additional child I birth, my brain gets mushier and mushier. Pregnant brain creeps in and camps out and then never ever leaves. I have pretty much become the person I used to roll my eyes at. You know, the one who is flaky and disorganized and running late and can't ever seem to keep her crap together? I even annoy myself these days. It's pretty painful to be both OCD and a hot mess all at the same time!<br />
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I guess I will start out by recapping what's been going on lately. We are in the thick of summer and it's been a lot of fun. There are some days that I miss having the routine and structure, but I am loving the extra time with the kids and I'm trying to soak it all up before not just one, but <i>two</i> of my babies leave me for school in a month. Thank God I have a backup baby. Haha. Harper will be starting kindergarten and she is beyond excited. It was tough for her to be apart from Harrison last year and he hated it, too. I love that they are so close and I hope it stays that way as they keep getting older.<br />
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I'm also about to go back to work part time. I've done some stuff from home, but now I will be officially going into the office regularly. I'm a little nervous about it but mostly looking forward to it. It's been the plan all along for me to go back once Harper started school. I just didn't know at the time that we would have a new baby when that happens. I can't think for very long about the fact that I will be leaving Hadley for 3 days a week or I start to feel a little sick to my stomach. Gah, why does it have to be so hard?? I know she will be just fine and it's only 15 hours a week, but that knot in my stomach is definitely there. Thankfully, I will be working at our business so I still have all the flexibility I need and can always change my mind if I feel like I have to.<br />
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On the other hand, I feel so disconnected from the person I used to be before kids and I'm excited about finding that part of me again. I worked full time and then some from the age of 15 up until the week I had Harrison. And then my life became all about diapers, naps, meals, snuggles, potty training, tantrums, kissing owies, and everything in between. It was a difficult adjustment and I know that a lot of that is just motherhood in general, but I was clueless about how hard being a SAHM was going to be. It is most definitely a thankless and humbling job. But it is also rewarding and I'm so thankful that I was able to do it. It grew me in more ways than I could have imagined and I know that I will look back on these days fondly.<br />
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I'm sure Rick is super thrilled about the idea of me invading his territory at the office. HA! He says he's glad I'll be taking some of the workload off of him but I'm sure he's also a little nervous about the shift in dynamic. I promised him I would keep my Type A (controlling) tendencies in check and that I'll resist the urge to be bossy :) I'm excited about using my skills and that finance degree that I spent so much money on. He may not realize it yet, but I'm about to make his job and life a whole lot easier. (And hey, maybe I'll show up the first day in just a trench coat? HA)<br />
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She weighs 20 lbs, 3 oz. and is 26 1/2 inches long.<br />
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She wears size 12 months in clothes.<br />
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We had to graduate her to a size 4 diaper this month. Home girl has a little junk in her trunk!<br />
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<b><i>So, Hadley, what have you been up to this month?</i></b><br />
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I have to start off with this. Because it is HUGE. Hopefully these will be the last of the puke pictures...BECAUSE YOU OUTGREW YOUR REFLUX THIS MONTH!!! Hallelujah!! It was almost overnight. You went from projectiling countless times an hour to just normal dribbles of spit up a few times a day. I have been waiting for this day for months and I am one HAPPY momma (who smells a lot better and has much less laundry and mopping to worry about!!).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>You wanted the couch cushion to smell like vomit, right?</i></td></tr>
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You also started taking naps in your crib this month. I'm sure most babies sleep in their cribs long before 8 months, but between your reflux which didn't allow for lying you down flat and our hectic schedule when the kids were in school and then followed by lots of traveling, you got most of your naps in your car seat, strapped onto me in your carrier, or in your stroller. When we happened to be home, you usually napped in my arms because you are my last baby and I'm a sucker for your sweet snuggles. But you've decided you're done cuddling during the day. You don't like to be rocked to sleep until nighttime. And you also stopped napping on the go. So this month we had to do a little sleep training. It was rocky at first. I am not good with letting babies cry. At first, I would spend 30 minutes just trying to get you to sleep and then you would only nap for 20 minutes. But it was in your crib so I was happy. Now you're going to sleep much easier and stretching them out a little and there have been a few occasions where you've gone right to sleep without fussing at all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>thankfully Momma still gets her nighttime snuggles. If only you could smell the deliciousness of this freshly bathed sweetie through the screen...</i></td></tr>
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You went on your first plane trip...and internationally at that. I didn't leave the country for the first time until I got married at 23 and you got your first passport at 3 months. Ha! Your daddy and I love to travel when we have the chance and even though it's a LOT more work, we really do enjoy family vacations with our little rugrats. You were a dream baby on vacation. On the flight there you looked out the window as we took off and then peacefully drifted off to sleep. And on the flight back you were asleep before we even departed. You LOVED the beach and ate what I'm afraid probably added up to a gallon of sand. You were such a go-with-the-flow baby and napped poolside or under the palapa at the beach. We joked because you have always loved your white noise and in Mexico you had real-life ocean waves to keep you happy and content. This vacation provided memories with you that I will hold dear in my heart forever!<br />
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You and your tongue. You have been sticking it out ever since you were first born. Such a little goofball! It's adorable and endearing, but I do hope you grow out of this before you start school. Ha!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"wassuuuuuup"</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>our little puppy dog</i></td></tr>
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You are eating more and more solid food and are less interested in nursing. You don't like to sit and nurse for long because you're so afraid to miss out on any action. Right now you are nursing every 4 hours but only for about 4 minutes max each time. You are eating 2-3 solid meals and I just introduced the sippy cup to you.<br />
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You love to explore and are into EVERYTHING. You keep me up and moving constantly. You have already had 3 bloody lips and a black eye because you don't like to stay on all fours and you are fearless and clearly accident prone. You pull up on everything and have even begun to climb. You are your brother made over with all of your curiosity and energy and I am one exhausted mama!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Look, Mom! I broke the fireplace!</i></td></tr>
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What else? You "talk" and babble all the time and giggle hard at the bigs -- they sure know how to crack you up. You learned to wave this month. You started favoring a few lovies and especially love to find their tags. You are a total Momma's girl. You are such a happy baby and smile with your whole face and I just LOVE it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hi, Mommy! </i></td></tr>
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Oh, Hadley. You are a doll and I sure am treasuring every single one of these days of your babyhood. We love you BIG!<br />
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-40376646242029204402016-07-08T23:04:00.000-05:002016-07-08T23:04:00.552-05:007 months (a month+ late)Hadley turned 7 months old on June 3rd! I am more than a month late getting this post finished...oops...but we have been traveling a lot this summer. So just pretend it is early June :)<br />
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She weighs 19 lbs, 2 oz. and is 26 1/2 inches long.<br />
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She has outgrown most of her 9 month clothes and is now in 12 month sizes.<br />
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This has been a month of many firsts! You got your first and second teeth (bottom front). And you have discovered how to BITE, which has not been a fun experience for me. You, my dear, might be getting yourself weaned earlier than I had hoped if we can't get this under control.<br />
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You also officially started crawling. You began scooting and army crawling several months ago, but right after you turned 6 months you started getting up on all fours with your tummy off the ground. You are our earliest crawler. You have places to go and people to see! You also started pulling up to stand. Seriously, kid, you are growing up and reaching these milestones WAY too fast!!! It has been a challenging month for your mama to keep you from getting injured. You have fallen and bumped your head several times and it is the most sickening sound. Makes me miss having carpet :(<br />
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You said your first words. The very first was "Dada." After Dada came "Bubba," and then finally "Mama." And of course your sister <i>swears </i>she has heard you say "Harper" :)<br />
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You started reaching for people. It is a great feeling to look down at you and see that huge smile and those arms reaching for your mama. You are warming up to others more but you are still without a doubt a mama's girl.<br />
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Your naps are pretty much a joke, especially since you started crawling and pulling up to stand. You basically just play and then laugh at me for even suggesting sleep. We need to get this figured out because I don't have much free time to get things done around the house!<br />
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What else? You love splashing in the bath. And sleeping with mommy (I really need to break this habit!!). And your favorite foods are bananas and avocados. Your reflux is still going strong.<br />
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You are the happiest baby and light up the room with that huge smile of yours. We sure do adore you, Hadley Hoo!<br />
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Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10447343008243659086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923858535634465316.post-951920629146540032016-05-28T00:35:00.000-05:002016-05-28T00:35:38.786-05:006 monthsHadley turned 6 months old back on May 3 (which was also Harper's birthday)!<br />
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At her 6-month well visit she weighed 17 1bs, 13 oz (90th %) and was 26 inches long (50th %). She is a big girl!<br />
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She is wearing mostly 6-9 month clothes but they are getting snug.<br />
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<b><i>So, Hadley, what have you been up to this month (last month)?</i></b><br />
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You started sitting up all by yourself a few days after you turned 5 months. But we missed the window of you being content sitting in one spot because you started army crawling all over the house before you started sitting. You are one active baby and love to explore. Which is also why we have since bought a "play yard"...not to be confused with "baby jail."<br />
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You love baths. You may be baby #3, but you get a bath every single day. In fact, many days you get 2 or 3 because babies just shouldn't smell rancid. It's not right. You moved out of the whale tub now that you are sitting up but you still splash away like crazy.<br />
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You outgrew your rock n play. We let you stay in it too long and one day you almost flipped it completely over. I attempted to transition you to your crib, but since you have started waking up a couple times a night that wasn't working since it was waking up Harper. So we moved you into your pack n play in our bedroom. You always start out in there but then end up in our bed before the night is over. Sigh. Not the best sleeping habit to start but between night nursing and being a sucker for those baby snuggles, I always seem to surrender.<br />
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Naps have been tricky this month. Some days you take a good one and other days you get by with only a 30 minute cat nap all day. But even without a good routine and nap schedule down you are still generally a very happy and content baby and go with the flow.<br />
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Nursing is still going well. You feed about every 3-4 hours but are starting to stretch them out. You are a distracted eater and so busy and active that if there is any noise you practically dive out of my arms to check it out. You don't want to miss out on any action.<br />
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You also had your first taste of solid food. I wasn't very eager to start solids but the week you turned 6 months old we gave it a shot just to see what you thought. I mashed up a banana and you were less than thrilled. Ha!<br />
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A few days later we tried carrots. You weren't very interested but still ate most of them, but then spent the next 30 minutes spitting them up all over yourself and me and the rug. So that was fun. :/ And that is when I decided that we are still in no rush to jump on the baby food train.<br />
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Yep, your reflux is still going strong. And you think it's hilarious. One of your favorite pastimes is to play in it and smear it all over the place...you are a little picasa in training and it's absolutely disgusting. But then you look up and laugh and somehow it's also cute?? Oh my, how motherhood changes your heart. And can I also add how thankful I am that we had hardwood floors put in?<br />
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You are very engaging and love attention. You smile all day long and ham it up for anybody who looks your direction. You are curious and love to explore and get into things. You also love playing with your toys and bouncing in your jumperoo.<br />
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Hadley, we love you bunches. I can't believe we're halfway through your first year already. What a joy it has been!<br />
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