tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12603988558384940952024-03-06T14:02:06.568-06:00Crazy K's Creations!Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-72791501146307991602017-12-14T13:43:00.001-06:002017-12-14T14:51:19.405-06:00News<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Well it looks like it’s been more than a year since I wrote anything here. 😳 We did finally get internet service here at home, but now my computer doesn’t hardly work, so it’s more trouble than it’s worth. Always something I guess. </span><br />
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As far as an update on everyone goes...Jacob and I are doing good. We lost a bunch of weight at the beginning of this year with Trim Healthy Mama. We slacked off a little in the past few months due to current events, Jacob has maintained a 30lb loss and I...well I apparently look at junk and gain weight, so I gained some of my 20lb loss back. Such is life right now. Jacob worked construction for a while this year but he’s been off work for a while recently, also due to current events. </div>
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Aaron is 4, and thinks he’s a big boy. He no longer naps and refers to Chloe and Oliver as “the kids” He’s a pretty funny little guy. </div>
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Chloe is 3 and has been in physical therapy for a while now and she now walks independently. Still doesn’t talk but I think it’ll come eventually. She’s just on her own time schedule. She’s still progressing, just a little slower than others. </div>
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Oliver is 1 1/2 and is something else. He talk a little and he’s super smart. I asked him a few days ago “what do you have?” And he answered “sump’n” 😂 </div>
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Now for those current events. Seems like we can’t go more than a year without a major shift in life, so we sold our house and are almost done building one. We’re kinda outgrowing our house and Jacob has always wanted to build a house of our own, so we did. Jacob’s brother got married earlier this year and was in the market, so he bought our house. We’re building our house about 1/2 a mile from our current house. </div>
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We started by building an outbuilding/garage and that was at the beginning of September. We poured the foundation for the house at the beginning of October and the drywall is supposed to be finished this week. We’ve ordered cabinets and counters and painting and flooring is next. We’ve done a lot of it ourselves, and we’ve had a lot of help from family. Jacob’s dad helped with foundation blocks, Jacob and I did a lot of the blocks and then put in floor joists and sub flooring. Jacob’s cousin builds hous a so he and Jacob and Jacob’s uncle framed the whole thing up in like 16 days or something crazy. My dad helped Jacob wire it, his dad plumbed it, and right now a friend of ours is drywalling. It’s been a fast, crazy ride, for sure. </div>
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When we sold our house, we asked for two months before we had to move, and that’ll be up in a couple weeks. We’re hoping to be moved in by the first or second week of January. We can work on finishing touches after we’re in, but we did want to have at least the downstairs painted and have flooring in. </div>
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We looked at lots of house designs and decided that we both liked the barn style houses. So I sat down with graph paper and worked and worked on it...Jacob told me to draw a house and he’d build it. No one has a house just like...it’s 100% ours. 😊 Now for some pictures! </div>
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Part of our woods<br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">Stairs...view from the front door.</span></div>
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I drew in a corner pantry and Jacob made it a reality. I’m going to have my dream kitchen! My stove will be centered on that short wall with small cabinets on either side. Back door there thru the hallway. Bathroom is on the right and laundry room is on the left.<br />
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Kitchen side. The dining space is in front of all those windows. The fridge will be on the wall on the right and then counter and sink will be on the long wall on the right, which ends at the corner pantry. The big opening on the left will be cased with stained beam-like wood and that’s the living room.<br />
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Upstairs bedrooms<br />
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Sewing/guest nook and closet to hide the stovepipe<br />
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play nook and half bath upstairs<br />
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living room<br />
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Boys room<br />
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Girls room<br />
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View from driveway<br />
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Our driveway<br />
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Back<br />
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Pretty front door!<br />
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So there’s what we’ve been up too. At least I always have a good reason for not blogging. I'll try to post more pictures once it's more done!</div>
Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-72222147992796429272016-09-09T12:52:00.001-05:002016-09-09T12:52:23.519-05:00Anniversary Part 2!Jacob had an extra day off work Tuesday (after Labor Day) so we decided to go off for our anniversary. We figured crowds would be better then, and we had plans for Monday. His sister (she's single and great, people!) watched after Aaron and Chloe all day so he and I could get away. We had an amazing day! We went to Bowling Green (couple hours away) since we hadn't been there in a while. We decided to do the boat tour at Lost River Cave. I'd been there before but never took the boat tour. It was a lot of fun! <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsOlP6FRPYf8O-zsA4y4jJODPPJBlJOV5ccg0PIB-U9Mub36Qb7oBkTnYiISwm2For_C1tMQFfsZIa3zKxu6PrDoELM1rcd2KpjZN1cFWPDlnxaLAJqAyt0Z_XBEwDRZ-9SVdJdz4hd13R/s640/blogger-image-1462803395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsOlP6FRPYf8O-zsA4y4jJODPPJBlJOV5ccg0PIB-U9Mub36Qb7oBkTnYiISwm2For_C1tMQFfsZIa3zKxu6PrDoELM1rcd2KpjZN1cFWPDlnxaLAJqAyt0Z_XBEwDRZ-9SVdJdz4hd13R/s640/blogger-image-1462803395.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We really couldn't get many decent pictures since it was dark inside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwTA_sQB_Vp3X4nNFybMBgU402xp2sNkO7NP-5pSVvAtflnXtubuR9l6NXP332kKW8liVQVGd7r1rJLBottYOOcLOiirLmhcNYW-fGgWTIJ1ofVNWvN-3mth19QG4kpamiTbuqy3BA6oO/s640/blogger-image--1888857308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwTA_sQB_Vp3X4nNFybMBgU402xp2sNkO7NP-5pSVvAtflnXtubuR9l6NXP332kKW8liVQVGd7r1rJLBottYOOcLOiirLmhcNYW-fGgWTIJ1ofVNWvN-3mth19QG4kpamiTbuqy3BA6oO/s640/blogger-image--1888857308.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffrd1BWQ3OxjR1WWpKGSJAOJ_7Wk2wzXMXjAAKD5gzjeaI55bpiV3sMIHUuQTRmBll9UYIwZXHZ2t_jH4kK3ryy-lAi7fGphIQnxUBbLZRS3d6tlVnJYODbBioLeM2M-EUcGyYOKxVFOe/s640/blogger-image--2000912256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffrd1BWQ3OxjR1WWpKGSJAOJ_7Wk2wzXMXjAAKD5gzjeaI55bpiV3sMIHUuQTRmBll9UYIwZXHZ2t_jH4kK3ryy-lAi7fGphIQnxUBbLZRS3d6tlVnJYODbBioLeM2M-EUcGyYOKxVFOe/s640/blogger-image--2000912256.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My ever-attached accessory 😏</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYew7CCZiAvtzIF8TslLuReNoQeo_udWCZoZtPvo9L8pe5dZ9FAJqola81S50uX3S1PtMeNS0bQaYcsCZg_4Zh7OqhuUHCMdqtVLNdDGphVu63xex29nsCjvbGKArgwR5FA9IPIWZ24fn/s640/blogger-image--1703387991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYew7CCZiAvtzIF8TslLuReNoQeo_udWCZoZtPvo9L8pe5dZ9FAJqola81S50uX3S1PtMeNS0bQaYcsCZg_4Zh7OqhuUHCMdqtVLNdDGphVu63xex29nsCjvbGKArgwR5FA9IPIWZ24fn/s640/blogger-image--1703387991.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And us! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdOzbDlld5eTVXE4Cpm1cefJf1NURsseXzBtdtt-kHpCtUu6wIVrJ_Q_O5sErGdIYMfQrQKqVBUFloHBDtQ7VQR6mWMaQA6OUcq9Cwx9y46nufch02ugas6zTvRZRIHyLEa9TRIW1IdlA/s640/blogger-image--527577546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdOzbDlld5eTVXE4Cpm1cefJf1NURsseXzBtdtt-kHpCtUu6wIVrJ_Q_O5sErGdIYMfQrQKqVBUFloHBDtQ7VQR6mWMaQA6OUcq9Cwx9y46nufch02ugas6zTvRZRIHyLEa9TRIW1IdlA/s640/blogger-image--527577546.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We hit Cabelas, a pawn shop, got a snack at Chikfila, and walked through the mall too. I got a bad case of sticker shock. I mean, I was upset when goodwill started charging $5 for pants and skirts instead of $3. The mall is crazy! There's this one brand of jeans I've been wanting to get to turn into a skirt...I've been looking at them on eBay but they're still like $50. I saw them in person for the first time in a store in the mall...$105!!! I think I'll just keep looking. I decided after everything, we should have just went to the Goodwill store in Bowling Green! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We ate wings for supper. It wasn't a fancy anniversary supper but it's what we wanted, which is what matters. I've been wanting wings for a while and we can't really get them out with the kids, so it was a good time. They were SO GOOD! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed15GRj1B8TjWUI3IbHE-VjUWkwcucD4JBwHpFHyh9uBuiRot3EQVLjDzPZ6UUvDY5iOh7S0ANchRTAuqJgBocvk4Nw-csBTnx_z7WrLURGo2RcyVvgij546zc-tEsWzqGS8sLdqtnDtd/s640/blogger-image--1418944396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed15GRj1B8TjWUI3IbHE-VjUWkwcucD4JBwHpFHyh9uBuiRot3EQVLjDzPZ6UUvDY5iOh7S0ANchRTAuqJgBocvk4Nw-csBTnx_z7WrLURGo2RcyVvgij546zc-tEsWzqGS8sLdqtnDtd/s640/blogger-image--1418944396.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We got there and looked over the menu (we'd never been to a Buffalo Wild Wings) and I asked a couple questions and then the waitress told us that on Tuesdays, wings were half off! So, we got drinks, wings, potato wedges, and dessert and it was $30, including the tip! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were gone from about 9am Tuesday to 8pm. It was so nice for the both of us to get away and be alone (relatively lol...I don't leave the baby til they can go long enough between nursing) for a while. And if you need just a little more cuteness...here's our cute tag along. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwb9TtbPNLcixkph4uqb-TO44ZIHk5A-Znqq_gchXoYBECWGF28extXQJF0S14dNJaNriAcMCpJj9ekCBp5PplOd6LfxuubgEawo4sMwkWr6XOhgZhiBSjc2f3XvjIi69Xw2nGxtMhTPyK/s640/blogger-image-396055334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwb9TtbPNLcixkph4uqb-TO44ZIHk5A-Znqq_gchXoYBECWGF28extXQJF0S14dNJaNriAcMCpJj9ekCBp5PplOd6LfxuubgEawo4sMwkWr6XOhgZhiBSjc2f3XvjIi69Xw2nGxtMhTPyK/s640/blogger-image-396055334.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh, and here's Jacob's coffee mug I got him. ☺️</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaWkVlwodyX980zw6SYAuAc72yK4TyaJT6J_LUYDq5JL-24x-kjBmNehW7TiomCSPTAWb0NHNORoBTre9TZjSVSbNWVEVpoj58wJnY08cpV_ZGpOPHab4sU1_pJaei9tgFhFoBmZMRtP2/s640/blogger-image-25986857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaWkVlwodyX980zw6SYAuAc72yK4TyaJT6J_LUYDq5JL-24x-kjBmNehW7TiomCSPTAWb0NHNORoBTre9TZjSVSbNWVEVpoj58wJnY08cpV_ZGpOPHab4sU1_pJaei9tgFhFoBmZMRtP2/s640/blogger-image-25986857.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-24495767388618485592016-09-09T12:22:00.001-05:002016-09-09T12:24:25.425-05:00Anniversary!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This was written Sept. 2nd...it didn't publish when I tried to publish it, apparently! The joys of phone internet... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Yesterday was our fourth anniversary. Somehow it doesn't seem near that long ago that we got married. Time flies when you're having fun, right? Here's one of my favorite pictures from our big day. He's so cute. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqL1wFNarh8_sInRq-ITCx4_sPzOF9-Cy-bOi4rMaxdvRurW0YxEF-VQYd7aJHy6jfzE8mhLC9gUnBkKjo7SV8u64jBQPe51MRyexo8eNlSelI6zgEpBzCPnJx624IOH1mxNlKZXPvoa1p/s640/blogger-image--1886816922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqL1wFNarh8_sInRq-ITCx4_sPzOF9-Cy-bOi4rMaxdvRurW0YxEF-VQYd7aJHy6jfzE8mhLC9gUnBkKjo7SV8u64jBQPe51MRyexo8eNlSelI6zgEpBzCPnJx624IOH1mxNlKZXPvoa1p/s640/blogger-image--1886816922.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We didn't do anything yesterday...Jacob went to work and I did housework and laundry and fed and cleaned and took care of kids and cooked...an extremely ordinary day, really. (We may go off somewhere for the day over the weekend) I did splurge on supper (seriously...have you bought a block of Parmesan lately?!) and I made Shrimp Tortellini Alfredo, Creamed Spinach, and Stuffed Mushrooms, with a Chocolate Cream Pie for dessert. We ate and watched Little House on the Prairie with the kids. Romantic! 😏 My pie crust turned out ugly but it sure tasted good. 😎</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0PyyrFwKpozW3O0SKjmqT3fxPtH-x0_4czmzmtmW0U8MKs4_vXT-B51TfyKOwN8Pr4zFpTVZjDuwWSPyuom7AhquhAdRBDHXddyjFrXD0bzzRrXC98_blw02_xA-qRDsJqz6LjFCS0mD/s640/blogger-image--1137403858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0PyyrFwKpozW3O0SKjmqT3fxPtH-x0_4czmzmtmW0U8MKs4_vXT-B51TfyKOwN8Pr4zFpTVZjDuwWSPyuom7AhquhAdRBDHXddyjFrXD0bzzRrXC98_blw02_xA-qRDsJqz6LjFCS0mD/s640/blogger-image--1137403858.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had time together after the kids went to bed, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. I figured out a long time ago that kids going to bed the same time we did was not going to work for us. Now at least Aaron and Chloe are in the bed at 8pm and most of the time Oliver goes to sleep shortly after that. That leaves Jacob and me a couple hours together alone every night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jacob bought me a bracelet as an anniversary gift. I got him a cheesy coffee mug that says "hello there handsome" My bracelet is just gorgeous...it has opals! (And yes, that's his ring on my thumb. He asked if I wanted it back and we were being goofy)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZJfDKTGimMtlrpVB2IdlXAlFpMBm6u9v1eND_BWlesrfzEvQxoM6JIMbuC7iqFatTMuZHWh0bkq3TGZn5rwkx30ELQ_t3nXsOpEKGfLiVldpPlX3ZA3ggo-YhslzWPayY3fefKOeCS0w/s640/blogger-image-1463376661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZJfDKTGimMtlrpVB2IdlXAlFpMBm6u9v1eND_BWlesrfzEvQxoM6JIMbuC7iqFatTMuZHWh0bkq3TGZn5rwkx30ELQ_t3nXsOpEKGfLiVldpPlX3ZA3ggo-YhslzWPayY3fefKOeCS0w/s640/blogger-image-1463376661.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, here we are. Four years later and more in love than ever. Here's to many many more! 😍</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-66159416065713474202016-08-25T15:04:00.001-05:002016-08-25T15:04:16.007-05:00Diaper ClutchMy pretty new notepad holder got a friend. 😍<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHykF5IYdzWgYSkMUqgEMKagft2-6zU0ZvfOzmaUzaFEE6nUt9QBPgmOpdNImc-foHXtqfuysLCOCYttbDBROphPOjAkFOvXgaXPk0vdySa-u1qK0S457Eyw_-Bw5_5yHR1Z2hGsaLVIb/s640/blogger-image--671997911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHykF5IYdzWgYSkMUqgEMKagft2-6zU0ZvfOzmaUzaFEE6nUt9QBPgmOpdNImc-foHXtqfuysLCOCYttbDBROphPOjAkFOvXgaXPk0vdySa-u1qK0S457Eyw_-Bw5_5yHR1Z2hGsaLVIb/s640/blogger-image--671997911.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A while back, I was experimenting with the idea of a diaper clutch...something small enough to go in a purse (at least a rather large one like I have) and big enough to hold a couple diapers and some wipes. I didn't buy extra fabric for this idea, so I just used what I had at the time. It wasn't my favorite, but it was a good idea and very functional and I use it ALL OF THE TIME. Who wants to carry a diaper bag in all the time? My packed diaper bag stays in the van (with extra clothes and such) but my diaper clutch goes with me everywhere, stashed away in my purse. The old one got lots of use and the elastic wasn't even elasticy (I know...totally made that one up) anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrXzzoAL_vEDJVKZ8e_aihs4IxQAkaRYBwULIPn1G5QGCBQtrrYlTJm6kJk1NNJzK8TXuDItQzM4uLJ7a165bYkMu1ozBofOB8-nRDBV0UeUyTXFfxFtssG5-UQkNfrEFePjLDqgBEz_P/s640/blogger-image-630326678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrXzzoAL_vEDJVKZ8e_aihs4IxQAkaRYBwULIPn1G5QGCBQtrrYlTJm6kJk1NNJzK8TXuDItQzM4uLJ7a165bYkMu1ozBofOB8-nRDBV0UeUyTXFfxFtssG5-UQkNfrEFePjLDqgBEz_P/s640/blogger-image-630326678.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Cute enough, I guess...but...ugh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQ_w44CONDAfLJD5L-pRLSkRlcY_AiNLcXx17k8mlR4KRBJH4SnKA8L4QG9J6Jvq68Kz94EtkBct7M_KpUfYwqDPB2n5SEjZOorvIsWuD78ZqHYqZwMSSxz2VjgDlFkOYSe1PvfMx1gSi/s640/blogger-image--1869443819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQ_w44CONDAfLJD5L-pRLSkRlcY_AiNLcXx17k8mlR4KRBJH4SnKA8L4QG9J6Jvq68Kz94EtkBct7M_KpUfYwqDPB2n5SEjZOorvIsWuD78ZqHYqZwMSSxz2VjgDlFkOYSe1PvfMx1gSi/s640/blogger-image--1869443819.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had some fabric leftover when I made my new notepad holder and I thought it sure would look nice if everything in my purse matched. Actually, I thought it would be really stinkin' cute. I's right. 😎</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcHhbE1wdF6KmG5nQjPN_LWaQ8Tk1dVxNs8Dy4TPlJrk3m3lQ6wdcUgQZWsT2pXKP6AK2vQVHJAnsb9pgSf2VDbZbBP_P_4WdondQLo0Dy1uRO5F9cu-mnU03mOyuvvAfqF16mqq29UXW/s640/blogger-image--1038732115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcHhbE1wdF6KmG5nQjPN_LWaQ8Tk1dVxNs8Dy4TPlJrk3m3lQ6wdcUgQZWsT2pXKP6AK2vQVHJAnsb9pgSf2VDbZbBP_P_4WdondQLo0Dy1uRO5F9cu-mnU03mOyuvvAfqF16mqq29UXW/s640/blogger-image--1038732115.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sorry for the sideways pic</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkcUfroWyMMunfkU9pEdRjOdHUvoO6Sgrz4aSSA-tdXiA33F4x8PncDF_OCNRULETdk1XKT5I62NfBrXAWbEFg6A3KnD3C0MaJC6svIgulchADZt1c5tIe4KzioQm-jixxqFGu2gtUpnE/s640/blogger-image-1695479955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkcUfroWyMMunfkU9pEdRjOdHUvoO6Sgrz4aSSA-tdXiA33F4x8PncDF_OCNRULETdk1XKT5I62NfBrXAWbEFg6A3KnD3C0MaJC6svIgulchADZt1c5tIe4KzioQm-jixxqFGu2gtUpnE/s640/blogger-image-1695479955.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerekHI6p5A8wcS-maO6_zFQJ84UXxmknQ31YItygmnT2qw7lVoz6v8naAJFXuuSJwi0Hd-PZWnNojFHtrBlHJuqzMRAPO7ALE2kwDSu6A6mUaAV7cnhyphenhyphenhcRnoXiN_oUwpiDZZylXlHf4z/s640/blogger-image-1358253274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerekHI6p5A8wcS-maO6_zFQJ84UXxmknQ31YItygmnT2qw7lVoz6v8naAJFXuuSJwi0Hd-PZWnNojFHtrBlHJuqzMRAPO7ALE2kwDSu6A6mUaAV7cnhyphenhyphenhcRnoXiN_oUwpiDZZylXlHf4z/s640/blogger-image-1358253274.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAmG54g89va1kcCn3WRbLk3c5dY_1NKQKbaz9xEyJPR0Ud0M8acQo6LaYbImaOx59HtsSuOK3Y5hQI1BMPuHpMesE27wkTUoQtaABxNXk6sFXOgHaoNt3lZvD2xAkoNIS8AcQTruEXXD6/s640/blogger-image--1749649299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAmG54g89va1kcCn3WRbLk3c5dY_1NKQKbaz9xEyJPR0Ud0M8acQo6LaYbImaOx59HtsSuOK3Y5hQI1BMPuHpMesE27wkTUoQtaABxNXk6sFXOgHaoNt3lZvD2xAkoNIS8AcQTruEXXD6/s640/blogger-image--1749649299.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't have a button for it yet...I'll have to run in JoAnns again sometime. Unless I can get Jacob to run in after work one day. 😂 I was just too impatient to wait til I got a button to show it off. </div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-5449126421781959852016-08-24T08:10:00.001-05:002016-08-24T08:10:28.468-05:00Five Months!Oliver is five months old today! Still not quite sure how that happened, but it seems to happen a lot around here. All the sudden they're a lot older than they were yesterday. Here are a few pictures of his adorable self... <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrLajE2iBsd1i4qMQcTZaUa5SqRW2A3NMrZ_BfCOKEkIk8Qzh9f3NzLpJ4RkJP9pQI3Yo2LxQxv-AApJ7VBgYw5-o-1-8Y2QSt6a0EWk_RY4Me4UQcqlxKcbhzsztAdZR1R3O9dxE-ez-/s640/blogger-image-970764529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrLajE2iBsd1i4qMQcTZaUa5SqRW2A3NMrZ_BfCOKEkIk8Qzh9f3NzLpJ4RkJP9pQI3Yo2LxQxv-AApJ7VBgYw5-o-1-8Y2QSt6a0EWk_RY4Me4UQcqlxKcbhzsztAdZR1R3O9dxE-ez-/s640/blogger-image-970764529.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhn6jX095-snksNuTQSMfP-JEqaKPLon3Pgeo5d5_lVm3VWsGbZnTyYGc8iovQuEWwvi0jVKy2aI8yOJFJZc-j1maLYfFg-91znC60paaumOcxUSbrXoF2zC48CMjAorbRk2CrlVv1I5i/s640/blogger-image-1662706981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhn6jX095-snksNuTQSMfP-JEqaKPLon3Pgeo5d5_lVm3VWsGbZnTyYGc8iovQuEWwvi0jVKy2aI8yOJFJZc-j1maLYfFg-91znC60paaumOcxUSbrXoF2zC48CMjAorbRk2CrlVv1I5i/s640/blogger-image-1662706981.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWEWd1vXVYTsbIDjXkJ4LwawHSQxh0zhR7Cg5DD0wCLFmWu1jpL2uTZHH8wjDiNkK7O5229Cat72i-8LR-UYARpLw6Lahxkk3iSsthmIclCI_6GAAnT2acsbiRs-hrsv8Cu6XUzHlifKC/s640/blogger-image-1784508285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWEWd1vXVYTsbIDjXkJ4LwawHSQxh0zhR7Cg5DD0wCLFmWu1jpL2uTZHH8wjDiNkK7O5229Cat72i-8LR-UYARpLw6Lahxkk3iSsthmIclCI_6GAAnT2acsbiRs-hrsv8Cu6XUzHlifKC/s640/blogger-image-1784508285.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tMXNl8gEpuZYUNFQmNt5I3vAYecd8tVcD_6RHxB5-g6vos_RVwo73GigVSZRquMRDUTyxQynIok7rLVS31l5ELXdIE2osqBRLy_2Q_2Vi3HAflJ0_D92rPMIjHSGswX5eyOSquMPpp43/s640/blogger-image--186666349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tMXNl8gEpuZYUNFQmNt5I3vAYecd8tVcD_6RHxB5-g6vos_RVwo73GigVSZRquMRDUTyxQynIok7rLVS31l5ELXdIE2osqBRLy_2Q_2Vi3HAflJ0_D92rPMIjHSGswX5eyOSquMPpp43/s640/blogger-image--186666349.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3MK38PmhjJcxxetd-p0k4fZlx-FgEOTH8L4CxEznNNqu-Sj9g443nWLgbvw6N266A6808hKN8Ja_9fqE5hQ_bPmfAmtjABpFo5LUphfhGoydnse4zW4Zdhx0cKSAIz2U-hzRYRVVC9qQ/s640/blogger-image--26315220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3MK38PmhjJcxxetd-p0k4fZlx-FgEOTH8L4CxEznNNqu-Sj9g443nWLgbvw6N266A6808hKN8Ja_9fqE5hQ_bPmfAmtjABpFo5LUphfhGoydnse4zW4Zdhx0cKSAIz2U-hzRYRVVC9qQ/s640/blogger-image--26315220.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Like I said, adorable. He gets up on his hand and knees and rocks back and forth, and he also does his planks, like you see in the picture. Looks like he'll be crawling soon. 😳 His first tooth just came through, too. Way too early for that, if you ask me. His mother...his food source. Yeah. Not a fan of teeth over here. 😬 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The more Ollie does, the more obvious it is how far behind Chloe really is, and it is heartbreaking. She is getting stronger and her balance is getting better, but she still isn't walking by herself. She will walk beside me (albeit slowly and awkwardly) when I hold her hand, but she'd much rather crawl...I guess since she's so much better and faster at that. She still doesn't talk, but she does respond when you ask her questions and she tries to conversate. You can ask her where her toys are and she grunts and looks towards her room (where they stay...most of the time) and then she'll do a "where" motion with her hands. I'm trying to teach her some basic signs and she'll sign "more" when we're eating sometimes. We have an appointment with a neurologist in September and I've sent an application in to get an appointment with a geneticist. Her state genetic screen didn't show anything wrong/out of the ordinary but I guess a geneticist will do more involved testing for more rare conditions. It's my understanding that the state screen tests for the most common/dangerous conditions. We're on a waiting list for physical therapy and she should be getting in there any time. I think they will do an evaluation and also put her on the waiting list for occupational and speech therapies as well. We're going with a private kids' therapy center (instead of the state program) and there are long waiting lists. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyway, we're just doing what we can and still trying to get conclusive answers. I have her on several vitamins/supplements and she is getting better, but I don't know if it's due to the supplements or just the fact that she is slowly improving on her own timetable. I'm just going to keep doing what I've been doing for the time being. I don't know what else to do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5BXUD5JOE3pfBlscvpvOVMzhFHHajRJZrBwz1q0dPlb_G3dGT3JBtaSyDpRDQc-RVkLNEeIaTJSGWD6msLHfwMl83byryA8jZ2rUAkC9-11b8xGSwNE7AFOnpQsKqHgy2po_h2wXOaAf/s640/blogger-image--1226616132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5BXUD5JOE3pfBlscvpvOVMzhFHHajRJZrBwz1q0dPlb_G3dGT3JBtaSyDpRDQc-RVkLNEeIaTJSGWD6msLHfwMl83byryA8jZ2rUAkC9-11b8xGSwNE7AFOnpQsKqHgy2po_h2wXOaAf/s640/blogger-image--1226616132.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She's the prettiest thing and the most loving and cuddly girlie ever. We like her a lot. 😊 She REALLY loves me an awful lot too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Well, the kids are all sleeping still and I need to get busy. I'm thinking I'll run to the grocery store in a little while so I can be back before naptime. So, I need to get me ready so I can work on breakfast and kids when they get up. Talk to y'all later! </div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-22396624451038670072016-08-18T10:55:00.001-05:002016-08-18T10:55:57.405-05:00Notepad HolderCall me old-fashioned (as I type on my Blogger app on my iPhone...) but I love a paper list. Years ago, I designed a notepad holder so I could always have a list handy. I keep it in my purse and have lots of papers stuck in the pockets...everything from old receipts (for comparing prices) to budgeting papers to coupons. My coupons are forever getting pushed down in the pocket and I've been having trouble keeping them accessible. (As I grocery shop, I compare prices between the coupons for brand names and generic brands to find the cheapest option.) So I've been wishing I had another pocket for my coupons, but I figured I'd just make do. This notepad holder is essential to my existence. Just ask Jacob...I freak out if I forget it. It's my scratch pad for everything...lists, menu plans, recipes...ok, so everything to do with food. Ha! <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0JA0MQE6ajJxd7WIhWAjQrNmvrHpdSLtMKI1DXrauQOZzpDs13psinbkMIS6nEb_4r2i9W3BVWSeUeKEnDmF5ksFeUvhyfRBhvHmsQHZDMyWUDSfDDT_wpAOCDlWQWy3ji5xw4fKMa6a/s640/blogger-image--1588420246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx0JA0MQE6ajJxd7WIhWAjQrNmvrHpdSLtMKI1DXrauQOZzpDs13psinbkMIS6nEb_4r2i9W3BVWSeUeKEnDmF5ksFeUvhyfRBhvHmsQHZDMyWUDSfDDT_wpAOCDlWQWy3ji5xw4fKMa6a/s640/blogger-image--1588420246.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5X_qlGWW3gSBlxiAJ46eSmsScYgF6EGkNYVAEtFjjEe0VBOfP5eqgnkFG4r-pnvqiZb274dDNk2Kw_2ns_ARgZgQKOWMSBdgK7o1thA93578_5G04TpmsXE47BUbZP7v3b_Fc0diYiHaI/s640/blogger-image--727184033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5X_qlGWW3gSBlxiAJ46eSmsScYgF6EGkNYVAEtFjjEe0VBOfP5eqgnkFG4r-pnvqiZb274dDNk2Kw_2ns_ARgZgQKOWMSBdgK7o1thA93578_5G04TpmsXE47BUbZP7v3b_Fc0diYiHaI/s640/blogger-image--727184033.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">One day last week, my inlaws kept Aaron and Chloe so I could go to town alone (ish...I took Oliver) for a few hours. It was a lot of fun...I think I've only ever been somewhere once alone (ish) since Oliver was born, and that was about an hour just down the road. So, I got all fixed up, hit some thrift/consignment stores, met Jacob for a lunch date, and got to liesurely stroll through JoAnns. It was fun. :)</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkog55_68Kc1Q3pOmLQXaqo6pubx2y4iOmxvCgQAcZWCqsK7PFXse9pmHs7Q4u50qr7JEM_az6F1Yvj_xXHrmdEzLA7kLJE_xQOTuSGsSH5vA6HWcie_lEQBPbvmTFmqTivadFgmpDhAY/s640/blogger-image--1716445580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkog55_68Kc1Q3pOmLQXaqo6pubx2y4iOmxvCgQAcZWCqsK7PFXse9pmHs7Q4u50qr7JEM_az6F1Yvj_xXHrmdEzLA7kLJE_xQOTuSGsSH5vA6HWcie_lEQBPbvmTFmqTivadFgmpDhAY/s640/blogger-image--1716445580.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I found a lovely fabric remnant that jumped out at me. I didn't have a plan for it, but it was just so pretty! I love turquoise these days and the remnant was turquoise and silver chevron...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWGsytCn__Gn3f0FSJPtfnHYneaTmM4JgFBXqSSXUyucerZTb3gfYYzww3TrhaROul91fbe4OpIdia0jizbU2dphdvzqVE5Nt6XUznQAdHUjBcTqTyMRqOhy7AgM1NdnOsjDJwNo3tHIw/s640/blogger-image--1458854166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWGsytCn__Gn3f0FSJPtfnHYneaTmM4JgFBXqSSXUyucerZTb3gfYYzww3TrhaROul91fbe4OpIdia0jizbU2dphdvzqVE5Nt6XUznQAdHUjBcTqTyMRqOhy7AgM1NdnOsjDJwNo3tHIw/s640/blogger-image--1458854166.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I noticed a few days later that the ribbon closure on my notepad holder was about to come off. Guess I've opened and closed it too much. So it hit me that I should just make me a new one. (Brilliant, I know.) I needed a coordinating fabric to go with the chevron, and a way to close it so the kids and I went back to JoAnns a few days ago. I found just the thing and I made me a new notepad holder yesterday. I am totally in love with it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCD8XaVNO9NJupFZm8CUMUaGg-EVMTDMhY_OvLLDZvz8xBD8qzcUSuzL7j3ntzyDSksy0wCBLGzsoX500Ks3H6-FIv6B7JMl3-rtNQq_OqhU06bh3DQTG9_RdNH8u7-NLsF6WYKaezbKjf/s640/blogger-image--1016364154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCD8XaVNO9NJupFZm8CUMUaGg-EVMTDMhY_OvLLDZvz8xBD8qzcUSuzL7j3ntzyDSksy0wCBLGzsoX500Ks3H6-FIv6B7JMl3-rtNQq_OqhU06bh3DQTG9_RdNH8u7-NLsF6WYKaezbKjf/s640/blogger-image--1016364154.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD7dyZX5GzFIoCXf-jBfwzn_IjyRQVJE4VeHhMEbgb28-iODGtjshoN3Lya1u4y8F7YEupxWC6fUl-n_FjWOO9FcD6GF9WKxjCL_9hbQUBejc6f8Mh3BkxaaDDJKcoSSFznZfhqshClna/s640/blogger-image-932326393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvD7dyZX5GzFIoCXf-jBfwzn_IjyRQVJE4VeHhMEbgb28-iODGtjshoN3Lya1u4y8F7YEupxWC6fUl-n_FjWOO9FcD6GF9WKxjCL_9hbQUBejc6f8Mh3BkxaaDDJKcoSSFznZfhqshClna/s640/blogger-image-932326393.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQR5hZ3ZSxdB1eJJeezjm_Q7lfDjcwtYqXYp-Kv7liV1WvFKPCl2Sb3N0dLXrQYII7vKSn5Y4KuvVWftueBGnZJV0wj-ZiS7hPgv1Z-1FVNhoc3wTrsJ1e7GP1DVSF2ez64tBh4QVNsQL/s640/blogger-image-606067884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQR5hZ3ZSxdB1eJJeezjm_Q7lfDjcwtYqXYp-Kv7liV1WvFKPCl2Sb3N0dLXrQYII7vKSn5Y4KuvVWftueBGnZJV0wj-ZiS7hPgv1Z-1FVNhoc3wTrsJ1e7GP1DVSF2ez64tBh4QVNsQL/s640/blogger-image-606067884.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Seriously. In. Love. 😍 </div><br></div><br></div><br></div></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-26341552273802185672016-08-16T07:17:00.001-05:002016-08-16T07:17:37.669-05:00Our GardenWhen Jacob and I got married, we said "we sure don't want a garden, and definitely not animals!" I think we both had been gardened and animaled out growing up, and the first thing we were going to do with our newfound freedom was NOT garden. <div><br></div><div>Then we went grocery shopping. For real...like, with OUR money. Uh huh. It wasn't too long before we said "you know, we should really have a garden! Just a small one, but big enough to grow a few things." :) Now we also wish we had more room/land for a few chickens. </div><div><br></div><div>We have two 4x14 ft raised garden beds, that I section off into square foot sections when we plant in the spring. So not very big. One of the beds is half green beans and half tomatoes. I'm not doing very well growing tomatoes and I have a weird amount of tomatoes...not nearly enough to put up and way too many to just eat. My green beans are about played out...I've picked three or four times already and I just get enough for us to have for a meal. I'd like to plant more to can but we'll have to find somewhere to put them next year. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbT437_jmxUPUhcYX1lRuZ9UTQrJlyMFGZnTWcAchs5VD1fNi7DzOOsi75MdKuKfeKVHb1uEd5nplW9Z1lwdv2p5Yd1MEV7h6we-iMClBr6wqiiGvg1dFvgSNDHu8TwebQv5NshFePPhY/s640/blogger-image-395048293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbT437_jmxUPUhcYX1lRuZ9UTQrJlyMFGZnTWcAchs5VD1fNi7DzOOsi75MdKuKfeKVHb1uEd5nplW9Z1lwdv2p5Yd1MEV7h6we-iMClBr6wqiiGvg1dFvgSNDHu8TwebQv5NshFePPhY/s640/blogger-image-395048293.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I picked everything yesterday. I am NOT doing very good at staying on top of this stuff. Apparently. See the okra? I have THREE okra "trees" and I picked 42 okra yesterday. I was kinda ignoring them because we're tired of fried okra and that's the only way we eat it. I threw out 24 that were too big, sent some to my in-laws and still have too many left for us. The jalapenos? We also have three jalapeño plants. Also been putting those off, simply because I don't know what to do with them! I still have canned jalapenos from last year and I'm the only one that eats those. We planted jalapenos because Jacob said he wanted to make poppers. That's a whole lot of poppers, honey. I need to do a little research and see if I can freeze them for poppers in December. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love growing bell peppers. I cook with them fairly often and they get so expensive, especially colored ones. (Is that politically correct?) the colored ones are my favorite but I can't get them to grow very well. I grow green ones just fine but it seems like they always start to rot before the turn. The red ones in the picture are about like those mini sweet peppers you get at the store and I'm treating them like bells. My plants are loaded with green peppers but I'm giving them a little more time to see if they'll turn. I just slice and freeze them as I pick them and I think I already have a couple gallon bags full in the freezer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oh...and the thing on the far right in the picture is a bag of frozen chicken broth. I was cooking black beans yesterday. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So there's a bit about my tiny, over productive garden. Maybe one of the yeas I'll get good at it. You'd think I'd be too busy or something... </div> </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-27563963875261980062016-08-15T08:33:00.001-05:002016-08-15T09:53:07.403-05:00Cleaning Schedule!<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Soooo, what kind of cleaning schedule works for you? I can't figure this one out. I keep going from doing one thing every day, to just doing what needs to be done as I see it, then back again. Right now, it's cleaning one thing every day. </span><br><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I just don't like laundry. And that's sort of a bad thing because we have a lot of it. I *really* procrastinate when it comes to folding and putting it up, so I'm trying out a new method. I used to just do ALL the laundry one or two days a week and that left me with like five loads, and inevitably one (or more) would end up sitting in a basket unfolded for an undetermined period of time. I'd have stacks of clothes sitting on dressers (seriously, how long would it take to actually put it up??? It's a few inches away!) So, there's my housekeeping secret...I don't care for laundry. Anyway, the new "method" I'm trying...I'm shooting for doing a load COMPLETELY Monday through Friday. Sometime two, depending on what needs to be done. For instance, I wash sheets every Monday, and I've been doing another load as well, just because it gets backed up over the weekend and needs doing. I'm working hard at getting it folded and put up...I don't do it all the time yet but I'm getting there. Silly, the things we put off. It's a ten minute chore, folding and putting up a load of clothes! I've been folding on the kitchen table, so that it has to be moved to eat. I used to fold on our bed, but it would get left there until bedtime, and the kids would be asleep so I couldn't put it in their room and we'd be tired so stacks would just get moved somewhere else. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">As of right now, in addition to a load of clothes every day, I have another thing to clean every day. Currently, Monday is floors (vacuuming the rug, sweeping, and maaaaybe mopping,) Tuesday is bathroom, Wednesday is dusting and straightening surfaces, Thursday is floors again, and Friday I clean out the van. I try (ha) to make up whatever day I go to town, because that's never the same and I don't always get my cleaning done before we go to town. And after we get home...ha! </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">This past week was the first week I didn't clean the van since we've gotten it, and I'm pretty proud of that. (Not that I didn't clean it, but that I've only missed once. Jacob worked on some construction stuff Friday and was using the extension cord all day, so I couldn't plug up the shop vac.) I used to only clean cars out when you couldn't get in them, or when you were greeted by an avalanche when you opened the door. However, I've made it a point to always keep an empty grocery bag (actually a few in the glovebox) in the van and I fill it up with trash as it accumulates. (Even little stuff...unwrap a piece of gum and the wrapper goes in the bag.) Every time we get out of the van, I make sure Aaron doesn't have any trash in the back seat...he brings it all to me to put in the trash bag. Toys do build up but they all come in on Fridays, as does the trash bag. So, on Fridays, I get everything out of the van that doesn't belong (a packed diaper bag, my Ergo baby carrier, and sunglasses are the only things that stay in the van. Oh, and a small cooler, a couple folding chairs,and the stroller stay in the back/trunk) I wipe the dash/steering wheel/radio down and wipe the windows down, and I vacuum. Sometimes I'll wash the outside but not always. I use Armor All stuff on the dash every other week or so. I don't think that the van *has* to be dirty just because we have kids. I'm trying to teach Aaron to clean up after ourselves as we go, and he's done really great, even trying to get me to take trash from him as we drive. We do eat in the van occasionally but again, all trash gets cleaned up immediately, and little food bits that may have been dropped get vacuumed up no more than a few days later. (If I see Aaron has dropped noticeable pieces of food, I throw them out when I get the kids out) My van has stayed cleaner than ever and it only takes 15-20 minutes (if I don't wash the outside) once a week! Jacob even opened the door the other day and said something about the van sure was staying pretty clean. It never gets bad if you do it every week. Right now we still don't go a lot (grocery once a week or so) so it would probably be worse if we went more. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I'm still a work in progress with efficient housekeeping. And I keep finding that it changes as schedules change. So, what worked for me a few month ago isn't necessarily the best method for me anymore. I guess it's neither here nor there, so long as everything stays clean and picked up. ;) </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Aaron helps me clean up and he really loves drying and putting dishes up. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAj78-O_7Re7-JbRH5a_h7-FJIPfVZjib1CT6ucPQRu8YkqsB-9_LfzrqAKX2A8HYndcdjcuqFojL9hXOvcTgoHWq_687ds18X3ZCIsfenxSpWfX_nZcrkaPB3-f93uhNvuj1idJ22vq0/s640/blogger-image--689752195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVAj78-O_7Re7-JbRH5a_h7-FJIPfVZjib1CT6ucPQRu8YkqsB-9_LfzrqAKX2A8HYndcdjcuqFojL9hXOvcTgoHWq_687ds18X3ZCIsfenxSpWfX_nZcrkaPB3-f93uhNvuj1idJ22vq0/s640/blogger-image--689752195.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-91649240008580910812016-08-08T12:21:00.001-05:002016-08-08T12:24:16.204-05:00Yard SalingWe live really close to the 127 yard sale they have annually (I think they say it's the longest yard sale in the country or something?) so we usually stop at a few of the bigger ones when it's going on. It was this past weekend so we decided to go yard saling (is that the correct usage of the word? Lol) Saturday when Jacob was home. We ended up leaving around 11am or so and stayed gone all day long. It was SO HOT! I love to yard sale but between the heat (it was like 90*) and getting everyone in and out of the car, I was pretty yard saled out by the time we were done...and we only stopped at maybe four of the bigger ones. (Bigger ones being defined as fields set up with a million or so different sales.) I carried Oliver in my Ergo and we put Chloe in a stroller. Before we stopped at any sales, we went to the store and stocked our cooler with ice, waters, and gatorades. Jacob bought a retractable dog leash for Aaron. I always talked about people who did that, because they couldn't control their kids and make them walk beside them. Well...whatever. Lol! We were in and out of the car all day long, pulled off of the highway no less, and once we looped the leash around Aaron's belt loops, he could walk by us without having to hold our hands and yet wouldn't wander too far off. And no one would steal him, which would be a plus. Honestly, what three year wouldn't want to go to all the toys at multiple yard sales?! I had to eat yet more parenting advice from my younger self, listen to my smart hubby, and everything worked out wonderfully. <div><br></div><div>I actually spent $3 at yard sales. 🙄 There was tons of stuff but I really couldn't (and just plain didn't want to) go through the piles of stuff. I bought Chloe a toy and bought a soap dispenser for my bathroom. Big spender. </div><div><br></div><div>We started in Russell Springs and drove all the way to Danville, where we hit Walmart and Hobby Lobby as well. Now that store...man, I love it! That's where I spent my money. I bought a clock...</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqXTmt4s7D5QgWzifYB89zUnvaEJLFP9-pcE8Ef08R6eu7zOkx1-qY2IIoJEwlP6oNb2VIhyphenhyphen443GeX3jolGYEfXOJyC6a19yMZETp9gTSgGhMqoUe8WHNdTPT9r2KvXynaiZlcI2a-EDJ/s640/blogger-image--117966400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqXTmt4s7D5QgWzifYB89zUnvaEJLFP9-pcE8Ef08R6eu7zOkx1-qY2IIoJEwlP6oNb2VIhyphenhyphen443GeX3jolGYEfXOJyC6a19yMZETp9gTSgGhMqoUe8WHNdTPT9r2KvXynaiZlcI2a-EDJ/s640/blogger-image--117966400.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>A wind chime...</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cqRTqRfuDeokZYpNXI4Yrcx6maDqDHtb9Ihl5Hc5Wurc-U2VAuLZelJXKP8ibICY0Z1eYEGXmrEemAUy0KT-lBXPjaqfbR_xhZdv8Ts9XNT7dpSD3ypx5yV8_7lHk46xNmPWKYKQUXV1/s640/blogger-image-1253795143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cqRTqRfuDeokZYpNXI4Yrcx6maDqDHtb9Ihl5Hc5Wurc-U2VAuLZelJXKP8ibICY0Z1eYEGXmrEemAUy0KT-lBXPjaqfbR_xhZdv8Ts9XNT7dpSD3ypx5yV8_7lHk46xNmPWKYKQUXV1/s640/blogger-image-1253795143.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And a little stand for my kitchen. I had been looking for a glass cake plate for this purpose but I think I like this better. And I couldn't find a plate like I was looking for. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNSBNHPutHbQpC0cedsj7MOes_aimIdnV9S_1lrHjQl1zdiak3vcQqh0HKgaOPk-HmOcY70gQCPelvJYB2JQjkhax_3M7BpY30YAS1ZgYKGksxJYcRLTQ1Kf_nmCDR28B-O7MMmzji4OQ/s640/blogger-image--2142337039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNSBNHPutHbQpC0cedsj7MOes_aimIdnV9S_1lrHjQl1zdiak3vcQqh0HKgaOPk-HmOcY70gQCPelvJYB2JQjkhax_3M7BpY30YAS1ZgYKGksxJYcRLTQ1Kf_nmCDR28B-O7MMmzji4OQ/s640/blogger-image--2142337039.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We recently replaced some windows so that's why my windowsill isn't finished. It'll be done soon. We're slowly replacing windows and siding on our house. It's looking good so far! I'll have to get an updated picture sometime soon when we get it done. </div><div><br></div><div>Kids are all napping and I've got to find some lunch so I'll talk to y'all later! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-50637069258334182272016-08-05T08:43:00.001-05:002016-08-05T08:43:30.947-05:00Getting Up EarlyThis post showed up in my Facebook feed this morning as I drank my coffee and scrolled through the new stuff people had to say. I started composing a post to share this article there, but it was getting a bit long-winded, so I figured I'd bring it over here instead. I miss blogging regularly, and I find myself "writing" posts in my head all the time, but they rarely make it here. Maybe I'll change that. Anyway, here's the post:<div><br></div><div><a href="http://dirtandboogers.com/how-every-mom-can-have-happy-mornings/">http://dirtandboogers.com/how-every-mom-can-have-happy-mornings/</a></div><div><br></div><div>Everything this post points out is so true for me. I mentioned before that I like quiet, and truth is, it's hard to come by these days. I love my kids and I wouldn't trade them and this life for anything, but the noise is nonstop! Naptime is nice, but it's not every day that I can get everyone sleeping at the same time, and Aaron doesn't end up going to sleep most of the time. I guess he's outgrowing naptime, which is sad. Very sad. Like really, VERY SAD. As of right now, I still have him lay down at naptime and he lays there quietly for an hour or so. Sometimes he falls asleep, sometimes he doesn't, but it's quiet time nonetheless. </div><div><br></div><div>I love to sleep. But I also love some quiet time for myself. At this point in my life, I'm thinking I'm just going to have to learn to like getting up early, for the sole purpose of quiet. Like this blogger said, my attitude is much better when I have half an hour to myself before anyone else gets up. I just need to wake up quietly, and as I said before, Aaron never stops talking. So if he's up, it's not quiet. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm not talking about getting up super early, because at this point I'm still up two or three (or four or five) times a night. But if I could make myself get up at say, 6:30, I'd have at least an hour alone! (Or just with Oliver and he's pretty quiet) I'd be a lot happier when Aaron gets up and we all know that would be good. I HATE feeling dread when I hear him get out of bed and I think having my own quiet time beforehand would really help guard against that. </div><div><br></div><div>Another thing is, if I get up early-ish all week, I could sleep til 7:30 or 8 on the weekend and feel like I was getting to sleep in. It's all in your head, right?! I try to keep everything as quiet as possible on the weekend mornings so that Jacob can sleep in, and in all honestly, I struggle with a bit of bitterness in that area at times. Because I never, ever really get to sleep in. Jacob works super hard all week and I want him to be able to sleep in on the weekends, but it is hard because sometimes I do just want a break. And please don't comment that he should let me sleep in. The feminists can shoot me but I'm a firm believer in taking care of one's man and letting him sleep in (which he really loves to do) is just one of the ways I can do that. Kinda like I try to keep the house clean so he doesn't feel like he has to clean when he gets home from work. But, I digress.... So, I'm thinking, if I would be disciplined enough to get up at 6:30 during the week, sleeping til 8 on the weekend would feel special. </div><div><br></div><div>This is definetly something I'll have to work on, as getting up early does NOT come natural to me, but I really feel like if would be beneficial to everyone in my family if I could get in this habit. And if something I can do will make my family better, that's something I need to work on. Catch y'all later. 😁</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-87346828646610933892016-08-04T15:28:00.001-05:002016-08-04T15:28:26.601-05:00My DayI planned all week to go to town yesterday. I spent a couple days working on my Kroger list, organizing coupons, matching coupons with sales, adding details to my list...such as how much my coupon was for, how many of which items I needed to get the special pricing, etc. Yesterday morning, Oliver woke up at 6 so I laid in bed and fed him but it was pretty apparent he wasn't going back to sleep, so we got up <a dir="ltr" href="x-apple-data-detectors://2" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="2">at 6:30</a>. I ended up being all ready to go before the other kids woke up and I was jut going to have to feed them and get them cleaned up and out the door. I'd be out of the house before <a dir="ltr" href="x-apple-data-detectors://3" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="3">10am</a> and we'd be able to get our shopping done before having lunch with Jacob in town, and we'd be home in time for naps. Soooo very perfect. Ahem. <div><br></div><div>Chloe woke up crying, which was weird, because she's typically pretty happy when she first wakes up. We weren't five bites into breakfast when she gave everything back she just ate. I thought maybe she'd drank her smoothie too fast so I tried a couple more bites. Bad idea, stupid. I sat and rocked her for a while and after she got sick yet again it was pretty obvious I shouldn't be taking this kid to town today. Sigh. So much for my picture perfect morning. She ended up sleeping pretty much all day and was herself by evening. </div><div><br></div><div>So, this morning, things didn't come along quite as well as yesterday, but it was fine and we were out the door by <a dir="ltr" href="x-apple-data-detectors://6" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="6">10:30</a>. There were Kroger coupons...nearly all for things that were on my list...in my mailbox. Go figure. We were in town by 11 and I had time to go to Goodwill (where I found two skirts and a pair of project jeans...it's all fun and games til you have to try stuff on wearing an Ergo) and Joanns before lunch. Met Jacob for lunch and we had our hour together and took him back to work. We drive to Kroger and as soon as I parked, it started POURING. We sat there for a few minutes and it did stop, for which I was so very thankful. It's quite the process getting everyone out of the car and I didn't want to get soaked. Anyway, I got all my new coupons added to the ones I already had and we were off. </div><div><br></div><div>Most of my Kroger trips turn out just fine. This one...well, it was less fine. The buggy was wet and Aaron's really too big anyway, so he walked beside me. And we are so not prepared for that...experience. He touches everything. He's not bad, as in he doesn't throw fits and scream (knock on wood) but he's so very inquisitive and energetic...and I'm over here pushing the buggy with Ollie strapped in his carrier on me with my paper list and pen and my phone so I can check my digital coupons and my paper coupons. 😳 Aaron is really a big help, but he is challenging at the same time. I tell him I'll give him a treat when we get to the car if he behaves. Somehow today, between poking a random stranger's derrière...(SERIOUSLY.) and trying to steal a thing of tic tacs in line (I really didn't expect to see a mouthful of orange tic tacs when I checked on him. I asked where they came from and he pulled the container out of his pocket) he forfeited his treat. </div><div><br></div><div>So, random stranger, I am so very sorry my three year old poked your rear. To the very kind lady who stayed after paying for her groceries to help me unload my cart, thank you so much. </div><div><br></div><div>I did see someone who used to know my mom. I smiled at her and she looked confused for a minute and then said "oh, I know you. I just saw a busy mom and I didn't recognize you." I guess that's about it...I'm not who I used to be. I AM the busy mom instead. </div><div><br></div><div>Aaron never. Ever. Stops talking. Ever. I'm a pretty quiet person. I like quiet. Aaron talked non-stop the whole way home. </div><div><br></div><div>"Mama?" </div><div>What buddy? </div><div>"Mama did you bring new underwear?" </div><div>Did you wet your underwear? </div><div>"No. Did you bring new underwear?" </div><div>Do you need to go potty? </div><div>"No I already went potty" </div><div>(At Joanns two hours ago) </div><div>Do you need to go potty?</div><div>"I *already* went potty!" </div><div>Fast forward to three minutes later...</div><div>"Mama I gotta go potty"</div><div>????????????</div><div>Thankfully we did make it home with dry clothes. </div><div><br></div><div>He just went on and on, talking and talking and making random noises. I guess at some point I just zoned out and wasn't paying attention. We'd almost made it home (30 min later) when he says </div><div>"Mama are you asleep?" </div><div>Haha...no, buddy, I'm not asleep...I'm driving. </div><div>"Mama! I thought you asleep." Laughing </div><div>"I thought you asleep mama!" </div><div>"Mama! I thought you asleep!" </div><div>"I thought you asleep mama!" </div><div><br></div><div>Now I'm going to pull out what remains of my hair. 😬</div><div><br></div><div>Not really...most of time I enjoy our trips to town. I figure they've got to learn and heck, for that matter, I've got to learn too. Today was trying but we got it done. And I'm exhausted and I have a headache. Lol</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-21351688870505937862016-07-12T13:00:00.001-05:002016-07-12T13:06:51.743-05:00Still here<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Time is a funny thing, you know? Life happens, you're in your twenties and you think life is passing you by, then all the sudden you wake up and you've been married almost four years with three kids. Life is monotonous at times, but at the same time new every day. All the sudden you laughingly tell your three year old "you're weird!" and he comes back with "you're weird too!" Well...ok then. You're cooking supper and your husband is wrestling with the two older babies in the kitchen floor while the new baby watches and laughs from his swing. And you think life is near perfect. </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">But it's not sometimes. You had three babies really fast and now you're fat. How in the heck did that happen? So you try to fit in exercise, you quit eating junk and all the sudden it's a month and a half later and you're down 15 lbs. Got a long way to go but it's working. You still hate the treadmill but you like how you feel when you get done. Your husband likes you (a lot) no matter what but he does come up and grab you from behind, kisses your neck, and says "you're getting skinny" Haha...those rose colored glasses are something else. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">It's scary, too...this grown up, responsible life. Seems like yesterday I birthed a baby and everybody cried and said "it's a girl! You got a girl!" Now it's nearly two years later and we're in the middle of Doctor visits and on the brink of being immersed in therapies and specialists trying to figure out why our adorable, sweet, cuddly, loving baby girl can't walk or talk. I'm not sure what to think at this point...just trying to do what needs to be done and take one step at a time. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">So, life is crazy and just when you think it can't get any busier, it does. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">4th of July parade</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mJiFsG9wHsqq92445gYWoBCLEPhFHjF_QzFrlvjhmTzYSlDkA-nUxFFNyqKpO2pXGFgbA3Cv2bAxPUWj4bf4izbJ31tHIsPtpGKN8GkVhWahrcUJbtO61g1OzbnjDutsb_xmNFuPT31J/s640/blogger-image--365900023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mJiFsG9wHsqq92445gYWoBCLEPhFHjF_QzFrlvjhmTzYSlDkA-nUxFFNyqKpO2pXGFgbA3Cv2bAxPUWj4bf4izbJ31tHIsPtpGKN8GkVhWahrcUJbtO61g1OzbnjDutsb_xmNFuPT31J/s640/blogger-image--365900023.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Chloe sure does love Oliver </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBrj0PFSDXHBRLzLwwOsMSJYYikLh9p9ygwrbVP-Lpcv2jj7pcWCZFEULO2MT1Epjf2GMirLeesEqwoaj_N0Q7feMqELS4iPH6ZhVZn3y-AwsjhDbq-ZIlUWe2R94i7SBGVfI6tDz6XVf/s640/blogger-image-589285510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBrj0PFSDXHBRLzLwwOsMSJYYikLh9p9ygwrbVP-Lpcv2jj7pcWCZFEULO2MT1Epjf2GMirLeesEqwoaj_N0Q7feMqELS4iPH6ZhVZn3y-AwsjhDbq-ZIlUWe2R94i7SBGVfI6tDz6XVf/s640/blogger-image-589285510.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Pretty girl</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpe_czU4g4oUUChKtcUYlgRjSFgfCQ9v1rzeInWRTGjo92oik_p1dFhdgJ5-CW5EBsDs5sx2Lux35tBUQ_YB1_9NEGdiODa7hWDbn2tmdmbsDCha8DE-buSc1DjtWaFb2KTiTDsrmIAG3Y/s640/blogger-image-1921944838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpe_czU4g4oUUChKtcUYlgRjSFgfCQ9v1rzeInWRTGjo92oik_p1dFhdgJ5-CW5EBsDs5sx2Lux35tBUQ_YB1_9NEGdiODa7hWDbn2tmdmbsDCha8DE-buSc1DjtWaFb2KTiTDsrmIAG3Y/s640/blogger-image-1921944838.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Chillin on the porch</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmutn5c0_MymU-OPilmk1Hpc3BpSOMSZTfOrue65_YVpVB2FkFegol_PHNSsX1xY7w-4GoUuYKZuTBpy5TQNUSqNghPGKxa8E-H47uoBKdSqvsJDGzjj1VQrqIVT_3k5Py7XYM5-QWqg02/s640/blogger-image-747458879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmutn5c0_MymU-OPilmk1Hpc3BpSOMSZTfOrue65_YVpVB2FkFegol_PHNSsX1xY7w-4GoUuYKZuTBpy5TQNUSqNghPGKxa8E-H47uoBKdSqvsJDGzjj1VQrqIVT_3k5Py7XYM5-QWqg02/s640/blogger-image-747458879.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our garden is coming along. I didn't get all of it in this picture. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-AeCl4syby9ECGBkDhErNzHK51oaAhh1G7okZsoADlpKTjSdsjEvq3MSB2YEbiMzWNPY0G3SvOXQ-La0p6tUf1RpPc_4KWriD-lx1XOBlz8aDrUro4z5-vdgdlpn2EqV4chY_3RuxKqm/s640/blogger-image--1095993565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-AeCl4syby9ECGBkDhErNzHK51oaAhh1G7okZsoADlpKTjSdsjEvq3MSB2YEbiMzWNPY0G3SvOXQ-La0p6tUf1RpPc_4KWriD-lx1XOBlz8aDrUro4z5-vdgdlpn2EqV4chY_3RuxKqm/s640/blogger-image--1095993565.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We'd bought a newer explorer last December (my old one is getting on up there and it's small) and we drove it for a while after Jacob got it all fixed up and running (long story there...so glad for a handy hubby!) but it was still tight. It was an '03 so it was made bigger than my '97 but we still had three car seats across the middle and it was just..small. So, Jacob found another great deal (he's really good at that) and bought me an '08 minivan. So now I think I'm something. Lol not really, but it's the nicest thing we've ever had..and super roomy. I had to screenshot my Instagram picture...couldn't find my original. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkTzYl63Le0XJlTTqK1BciaHXebGfxoOSBe9ZpQXa02NzgarERnMEN1ZWUWg9HEakxf_y8zx7Z4a5SpdArsYPHMrUN3XC14n6inIpbctoftgf9VwvW6kU7bu5jFGTaJpL4ARcU2omjS0E/s640/blogger-image-544916043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkTzYl63Le0XJlTTqK1BciaHXebGfxoOSBe9ZpQXa02NzgarERnMEN1ZWUWg9HEakxf_y8zx7Z4a5SpdArsYPHMrUN3XC14n6inIpbctoftgf9VwvW6kU7bu5jFGTaJpL4ARcU2omjS0E/s640/blogger-image-544916043.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It also gets good gas mileage, which is a huge plus, since we live 30 minutes from anywhere. 😏 This is an exaggerated picture...after driving long straight stretches. But it still averages 20-something easily. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxM-CDXP1ZQC8gki_gEEUDnECgqg_aJQcAu2qZPKUoR6N_TvzU-K5EtnElpbTV9lARwrsrnrEyxGvhm9VDVE9KWm3z05xbwbyI4CVBGbVOTHebKQpPZIzAkAZWH0YpEDDFgLM_0rgjpErQ/s640/blogger-image--1966783105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxM-CDXP1ZQC8gki_gEEUDnECgqg_aJQcAu2qZPKUoR6N_TvzU-K5EtnElpbTV9lARwrsrnrEyxGvhm9VDVE9KWm3z05xbwbyI4CVBGbVOTHebKQpPZIzAkAZWH0YpEDDFgLM_0rgjpErQ/s640/blogger-image--1966783105.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here's me with the little bud a while back now. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVmRlsRyd5QCO6KGT7uvwWnS6FbmAs5L9xgCIhLyn1YyI9sy8m1V29Fb_HbX0IazdBQcaq6U5lDWmPTMDRIlU6JIsPWdgCfQrBKU5GpagF224_Hi4YTiD9T82vpkjiIb0UJP10MuKmpqcM/s640/blogger-image--1905487570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVmRlsRyd5QCO6KGT7uvwWnS6FbmAs5L9xgCIhLyn1YyI9sy8m1V29Fb_HbX0IazdBQcaq6U5lDWmPTMDRIlU6JIsPWdgCfQrBKU5GpagF224_Hi4YTiD9T82vpkjiIb0UJP10MuKmpqcM/s640/blogger-image--1905487570.jpg"></a></div><br></div>That's all folks...</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-54681635022086762792016-05-24T10:48:00.001-05:002016-05-24T10:48:28.163-05:00Life these days<span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Life is just crazy these days! In a good way, for the most part, but definitely crazy. I have a gazillion things to do today and I feel so behind at the moment. I'm sitting in my recliner nursing Oliver, staring at all the stuff that needs to be done, while Aaron comes running to me saying "Chloe touched the potty again!" Sigh. Lol. </span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I keep a chalkboard on my fridge and I write a list every morning of stuff that needs to be done. Today it says "laundry, menu/fridge, kids' room, string off and mulch around the garden, fill ice trays, workout, treadmill" Wow. And I'm siting in my recliner nursing the ever-starving (or so he thinks...at 2 months and 15 lbs I think he's ok) Ollie. 😬 I've got laundry going already and I've already done my workout. We've all had breakfast and gotten dressed and gotten cleaned up/hair fixed and all that. I filled the ice trays up so I at least marked a couple things off my list already. We started working on our landscaping and garden area yesterday. I'd like to get some work done on it before Jacob gets home from work so we can get stuff planted together. Trying to figure out where making supper fits into all that at the moment... </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I'm feeling really good these days. Well, other than Sunday and some yesterday. Aaron and I apparently got food poisoning Saturday maybe and spent all Sunday throwing up. Lots of fun. Sure helped my weight loss though! The last couple of weeks I've been eating decently and not so many carbs, cutting breads and pastas and potatoes mostly. Man, I love potatoes. Mostly eating lots and lots of veggies and meats and cheese. Anyhow, I've also been doing some sort of workout (stuff I find on Pinterest and can do here at home) as well as walking/jogging on the treadmill 4-5 days a week. I don't do anything when Jacob's home on the weekends, as far as exercising (or cleaning the house, obviously!) so I'm shooting for 5 days a week. And there are days when I go to town and sometimes I don't get my treadmill in on those days. Anyway, between all that and food poisoning, I did lose 8 lbs last week. I've got so far to go it's not even funny. Three kids in less than three years hasn't been good for my weight. Especially since I've never been tiny. 🙄</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">You want to get sympathy and sometimes crazy looks? Take these kids grocery shopping alone. 😎 I get out with the kids once a week or so and get my shopping done. Sometimes we'll go to Campbellsville where Jacob works (mechanic shop) and meet him for lunch and then shop. That's always fun. I do pretty good most days, but we do draw attention. Lol. I keep Oliver in the ergo baby carrier, Chloe rides in the front of the buggy, and Aaron rides in the back. Everybody usually behaves fairly well (sometimes not) and it works just fine. I could have help (I have sisters in law) but I feel like I need to figure it out...they are my kids, after all. ☺️ I also think the kids need to get used to behaving in town, so I do think they need to be with me to learn. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Oliver finished his snack so I've got to get busy. Life is crazy, and life is good. 😃 </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-33196657960818255792016-03-26T19:32:00.001-05:002016-03-26T19:32:16.978-05:00Oliver Madden Ellis<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Oliver Madden Ellis was born Thursday, March 24 at 7:20pm. He weighed 8lb 14oz and is 21 inches long. We had another healthy homebirth and we are both just fine. Birth still hurts and is still a lot of hard work. Surprise! And of course you need pictures. 😍</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeAtj-B4ZL459GgFrfXsmkKQXSAhDf64rGjogH7WeuWsaswbigP745katvgdDvFvpg0wMaCGby86JyeMLFbWcj41IF5XC2YNJ5VJw3hzxBv0phTtda1S2fKQJa8H-_yPCeglei-Fm5K_2/s640/blogger-image--1855889242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeAtj-B4ZL459GgFrfXsmkKQXSAhDf64rGjogH7WeuWsaswbigP745katvgdDvFvpg0wMaCGby86JyeMLFbWcj41IF5XC2YNJ5VJw3hzxBv0phTtda1S2fKQJa8H-_yPCeglei-Fm5K_2/s640/blogger-image--1855889242.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHfTDN59_KrkQ5johX8RyvCKvejK_R1_eGwmcqnWBmejXKA5DQaFmPIEjOudDh-xbdot9uW2SO_SGwBIU-T9cYbFhzWKWWIo2xwclTIFIKHyc9flCavsjrclg22Xekzr85Xxjy11CUnNB/s640/blogger-image-1761860584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHfTDN59_KrkQ5johX8RyvCKvejK_R1_eGwmcqnWBmejXKA5DQaFmPIEjOudDh-xbdot9uW2SO_SGwBIU-T9cYbFhzWKWWIo2xwclTIFIKHyc9flCavsjrclg22Xekzr85Xxjy11CUnNB/s640/blogger-image-1761860584.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndb55SH554G7ds1AoKYUf40YGSXzsl55iuUC-qdqK-QO8Vi1OKVZ0wpJiNyULwesW7zX7N3HeVSsWqyUnt8ThlYQ8iu0KghP8p1hMlM5lBAE78-jgSQ8fz8gconwSvxhKzm8Fm7kRWJz4/s640/blogger-image--741272385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndb55SH554G7ds1AoKYUf40YGSXzsl55iuUC-qdqK-QO8Vi1OKVZ0wpJiNyULwesW7zX7N3HeVSsWqyUnt8ThlYQ8iu0KghP8p1hMlM5lBAE78-jgSQ8fz8gconwSvxhKzm8Fm7kRWJz4/s640/blogger-image--741272385.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRCHjBFlSugNntORwOYmtXfqMLrwHlW1ZbWq7RoE3szVcYQdKJ2P366EYNAgnE0LTC-prTnQE_j5N5RKguT2St0ZfCBBp8uzOv8ZWT3g6rPh0vnhzqtzVl0zIlY5uNP90VfVn0qE9wpi-/s640/blogger-image--1219165816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRCHjBFlSugNntORwOYmtXfqMLrwHlW1ZbWq7RoE3szVcYQdKJ2P366EYNAgnE0LTC-prTnQE_j5N5RKguT2St0ZfCBBp8uzOv8ZWT3g6rPh0vnhzqtzVl0zIlY5uNP90VfVn0qE9wpi-/s640/blogger-image--1219165816.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had quite a stressful time of it this time. I was due March 16th. I'd had contractions on and off, every day, for about the last two months. I thought for sure he'd be early. However, my due date came and went without any baby. I woke up to different contractions Wednesday, the 23rd and had other signs of impending labor so I let my midwife know to be ready. Wednesday came and went. Thursday morning my contractions kept coming and were fairly close together. My midwife came and checked and went home again. My labors have been so long and slow typically, and she lives pretty close, so we told her I'd let her know when things felt more serious. I think I was around 7cm dilated when she left. I laid down to try to get some rest, had a strong contraction, and felt my water break...that was around 2pm I think. (Times gets hazy) She came back then and that's when things started hurting worse. (I'm a birthing anomaly...I dilate most of the way without labor hurting too badly) I kept on like that for a couple hours...really strong contractions that hurt pretty good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jacob's family was keeping Aaron and Chloe this whole time. Sometime (4 or 5pm-ish) Jacob's dad came over and said that Chloe had fallen and cut her tongue. He said it was pretty bad so Jacob and his mom left to go look at it. (Two houses away) They came back and said it was bad and she would have to go to the ER. A parent has to be present. Jacob would have to take her. They told me they could try to write a paper and have Jacob sign it saying that his parents could take her but there were no guarantees that would be sufficient. I told them he'd have to go. I was a horrible mess emotionally (i.e. I was crying a lot) this whole time. On top of this labor that was getting pretty doggone serious, my baby was hurt (I was already worried about her being away from me so long, without accidents) and my husband was going to have to leave. My midwife checked again and I was 8cm. She told them he should try to go somewhere close by so he wouldn't be gone long. They called the closest ER and explained the situation and I guess there was a long wait there, because they couldn't go to that one. They had to drive 45 min away to another ER. When they got there, they told them they couldn't do anything about it and they would have to go to Lexington. Two hours away. I didn't know all of this throughout labor as my information was being filtered, to try to make things as easy as possible. Emotionally, this was horrible for me. Jacob is always there for me and has delivered our babies. He gets me through this. And he wasn't here. His "I'm so proud of you" when it's all over makes it better. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Oliver was born at 7:20. I didn't know until after I delivered that they sent Chloe to Lexington. At that time, they thought they'd be putting her to sleep and stitching her tongue. Turns out, after 3 hours waiting in the hallway with her crying, they sent her home and said she'd heal just fine. She has a numbing medicine and she's on Tylenol and Motrin for pain. I think the worst thing is she can't suck her thumb. She had just pulled up on a table, and I think she clipped a bench with her chin when she sat down, biting down on her tongue. It's all the way across her tongue, about halfway back. A freak accident. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jacob didn't get back home to me until around 2am. I'm glad he was with her, but I needed him so bad too. It was a horrible situation with the worst timing possible. I did have my mom and my mother in law, and everyone did a great job helping me get this little guy here. But sometimes you just really need your husband. It really wasn't easy. But Oliver's here now, we're slowly adjusting (with a lot of help!) everyone is healthy(ish!) and it'll be ok. </div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-25362780581123414342015-10-14T12:34:00.001-05:002015-10-14T12:34:39.996-05:00Just Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFm6yFhvQv1SYCydfBF17lmUptJuudwkJHf6Fc7XGZJn_lDOczwHsa_2Aq4tWMMObeDjHKQv_W12dhw49Mr4jX_nv2AqOAOy6wzw36cOPa6G9F9gFo2shYT-7NgzrFDmlk30GFK3TiInV/s640/blogger-image--1621181480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFm6yFhvQv1SYCydfBF17lmUptJuudwkJHf6Fc7XGZJn_lDOczwHsa_2Aq4tWMMObeDjHKQv_W12dhw49Mr4jX_nv2AqOAOy6wzw36cOPa6G9F9gFo2shYT-7NgzrFDmlk30GFK3TiInV/s640/blogger-image--1621181480.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm making bread. I've gotten out of the habit and I'm not sure why. Guess it's easier to buy a loaf at the store but the cheap ones don't taste good and the expensive ones are just that. And none of them are as healthy as homemade. It's a gorgeous day today...my door is open because our house is hot. It got pretty cool in here last night so Jacob built a fire in our stove before he went to work this morning. It warmed it up a little more than necessary so I've had the door open. Our dog (a miniature dachshund, Lizzie) took that as an invitation to watch me work in the kitchen. The kids are asleep and we're almost of bread so I decided to make some. I'd forgotten how much I liked kneading it...only I have to chuckle now as the bread bowl bumps repeatedly into my once again growing belly. Yep...there's another little Ellis on the way. This one's a boy...we didn't announce it (although I'm sure people thought I was sure getting fat) until a couple weeks ago. We went and got an ultrasound just because we thought it would be neat...and it was. Having homebirths with a midwife, I usually don't have ultrasounds, but we wanted to take a peek and see what this one would be. I'm 18 weeks now...nearly halfway there. Baby boy should make his arrival sometime around the middle of March. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Life is pretty much normal these days. Busy with a husband and two little kids and housework and all the things that that entails. In my spare time I do a little custom sewing...anything from baby gifts to curtains to skirts. I would trade it all for anything. This is the life. 😊</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-75585815157602159012015-04-21T08:31:00.001-05:002015-04-21T08:31:30.137-05:00Me & My Kiddos<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin8arI6jFchCBqIytCk2ZhW61rGva2BLZN6u1t3mEEEyAnRTaVc9M2F0okrnx-Aw-09JHBbu7BD2329j05l4QAZ0nMFVlBpC5_bC3cDSHmX64FECuq7RdKy1sqbhBdd7Uq7A9klV5vW2QT/s640/blogger-image-1920180649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin8arI6jFchCBqIytCk2ZhW61rGva2BLZN6u1t3mEEEyAnRTaVc9M2F0okrnx-Aw-09JHBbu7BD2329j05l4QAZ0nMFVlBpC5_bC3cDSHmX64FECuq7RdKy1sqbhBdd7Uq7A9klV5vW2QT/s640/blogger-image-1920180649.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvNirp0WaZnFd3XfqCKj84LdkLoAeA-qqwImSWAeenxVTXLOMyOLmOaS-4DxV5Dat1Lfprkf_mAbdqzDQXH801euJNvr-DycphvBRVbx0DgE9pCHNiQHk8hGtik2xVNwVN0GeDMT_RILc/s640/blogger-image--751989926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvNirp0WaZnFd3XfqCKj84LdkLoAeA-qqwImSWAeenxVTXLOMyOLmOaS-4DxV5Dat1Lfprkf_mAbdqzDQXH801euJNvr-DycphvBRVbx0DgE9pCHNiQHk8hGtik2xVNwVN0GeDMT_RILc/s640/blogger-image--751989926.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-86314245809384336532015-04-06T15:56:00.001-05:002015-04-06T15:56:08.328-05:00Life These Days!<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My life is pretty well documented by my iPhone's photo stream, so I figured I'd post some random pics and elaborate on them. Once again, forgive typos as I'm typing with thumbs on a phone. :) </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfSBTb1OiQfCC4SlZgw4EDU2ldPUIiBc67sNDj3MudgyV1ee61DRdVg3jb4g9LYVFxl8NBqhnBP1DrbsIcPb3iNskO_QWUd3IEXtXiZSro39PrBAQjqQgutSHdtP6KpyleOBCRgp6TyOw/s640/blogger-image-604232737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfSBTb1OiQfCC4SlZgw4EDU2ldPUIiBc67sNDj3MudgyV1ee61DRdVg3jb4g9LYVFxl8NBqhnBP1DrbsIcPb3iNskO_QWUd3IEXtXiZSro39PrBAQjqQgutSHdtP6KpyleOBCRgp6TyOw/s640/blogger-image-604232737.jpg"></a></div>This was a long time ago now. Aaron was a big help carrying wood in for the stove all winter. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BFsuQ76R8AQFBfrUtK36v09Reo095EnDSejL21l1yEsZyzrBynsbCJzClUW7eQdr8qnGq-c1MpAzrEe6SwCoux5qQ243BbSJRgDeB9IBb_sgaUlPWMStgMp_60oHx3UUHWcxGg2Ba4FM/s640/blogger-image--570361666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BFsuQ76R8AQFBfrUtK36v09Reo095EnDSejL21l1yEsZyzrBynsbCJzClUW7eQdr8qnGq-c1MpAzrEe6SwCoux5qQ243BbSJRgDeB9IBb_sgaUlPWMStgMp_60oHx3UUHWcxGg2Ba4FM/s640/blogger-image--570361666.jpg"></a></div>This girlie is just cute. Also a long time ago. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgWYqEPulCoIqO6k9EgKYTK9wl_58jN2arv2OazobHxv7IjYAvC431YKfjra7IT_FBE2ID25ug5quTY7tRZtCi_dO5sI2YLAxwqjkPRB7m38dcFs7YifsIELnYkPs77UxtPk1HDvwI5Nq/s640/blogger-image--893341346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgWYqEPulCoIqO6k9EgKYTK9wl_58jN2arv2OazobHxv7IjYAvC431YKfjra7IT_FBE2ID25ug5quTY7tRZtCi_dO5sI2YLAxwqjkPRB7m38dcFs7YifsIELnYkPs77UxtPk1HDvwI5Nq/s640/blogger-image--893341346.jpg"></a></div>This desk was given to me. So I turned it into this: </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvQV8SngbbdePwzDui-r-CuCymc3JDG4Wn2nGWgEr8k4KnklVOR2w5fCpHXyFjHN6wN92-vXC6-hXDn3wgpOJ0o_RJ6NWblE6YFpgYYlGhYoNIahglcVstQV0XZUvWNrQFLgdR5Hb6siY/s640/blogger-image--110884831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvQV8SngbbdePwzDui-r-CuCymc3JDG4Wn2nGWgEr8k4KnklVOR2w5fCpHXyFjHN6wN92-vXC6-hXDn3wgpOJ0o_RJ6NWblE6YFpgYYlGhYoNIahglcVstQV0XZUvWNrQFLgdR5Hb6siY/s640/blogger-image--110884831.jpg"></a></div>I decided I really like to paint. I made my own chalk paint for this. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I also painted my door. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCVCoYXRjuOI8aP9-jhDF73OLSNj9BVunWvpNdetZaK5Xm8nbyNKTmIxjSgMRPiGq9kpwQ5iHde2F6EvFr1rWU5C_zeOJLoeJmRYV3M2L-488Suufw7Q6kMbTL26KPX9ABnCHHwdWG4tG/s640/blogger-image-403603565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCVCoYXRjuOI8aP9-jhDF73OLSNj9BVunWvpNdetZaK5Xm8nbyNKTmIxjSgMRPiGq9kpwQ5iHde2F6EvFr1rWU5C_zeOJLoeJmRYV3M2L-488Suufw7Q6kMbTL26KPX9ABnCHHwdWG4tG/s640/blogger-image-403603565.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're close to done with my pretty laundry room! I made these curtains to cover up cluttered shelves where I keep laundry soap and all that stuff. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vk2bxVKbNwiWX-ac855i88LEMvPux2djfzRTkoke5G3hE3A_PDOrhQEcbRSnZqEQVU4267QVBDNSpsO0FeAZtynb3j51Ws-vG-pB-n-fIu3dRuhM4CM8Voj-43QXtt5Ykr7VY1y0pqc9/s640/blogger-image-1583144925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vk2bxVKbNwiWX-ac855i88LEMvPux2djfzRTkoke5G3hE3A_PDOrhQEcbRSnZqEQVU4267QVBDNSpsO0FeAZtynb3j51Ws-vG-pB-n-fIu3dRuhM4CM8Voj-43QXtt5Ykr7VY1y0pqc9/s640/blogger-image-1583144925.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BSXiEhGSA7vsifX06JIcBaS6U8qVB1a-vqhq4qAF5aRJwnxtV_GwIC30CNh5MoE1Ax-MGA3Ce_jb5O1zOHnjzqdnqqSTIyLRAjG6yCwpQgbYolAoAU1k380eFMqqNjCqct0hf1G-LL_5/s640/blogger-image-776447463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4BSXiEhGSA7vsifX06JIcBaS6U8qVB1a-vqhq4qAF5aRJwnxtV_GwIC30CNh5MoE1Ax-MGA3Ce_jb5O1zOHnjzqdnqqSTIyLRAjG6yCwpQgbYolAoAU1k380eFMqqNjCqct0hf1G-LL_5/s640/blogger-image-776447463.jpg"></a></div></div>Jacob bought this beauty a few months ago. I LOVE it and it's the highlight if my red kitchen. If you can't tell, I'm really into the red and turquoise right now. I'll probably hate it eventually. Lol! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrtB47GeGA-cNbAQjDFQVKrfjaeP9dOpjwRkcDw4_RlKnLqSvqE_g34RQg4SqcDHi5zImFUJk_hoJZAD4N1_V6nqbHlFSlktjwP75YY9IZ49qTCWtd3B6lJR9drxQnA4I0NBz5-oD_Itv/s640/blogger-image-1622976938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrtB47GeGA-cNbAQjDFQVKrfjaeP9dOpjwRkcDw4_RlKnLqSvqE_g34RQg4SqcDHi5zImFUJk_hoJZAD4N1_V6nqbHlFSlktjwP75YY9IZ49qTCWtd3B6lJR9drxQnA4I0NBz5-oD_Itv/s640/blogger-image-1622976938.jpg"></a></div>These two are something else. Totally adorable together! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWGFJY6AM_vgbJZ25w2HBEKcLb1JZtpOMMR1v98e9tnnJgHu2o5OnCiMVT9c9QRES8euIjnRIOd251jGy0JDpJlvMXGKV4hl9Vznfon_Fy7BQ19FUYjHpRiaCVFHq8o8k-t1TZfJ8tH6F/s640/blogger-image-1756357832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWGFJY6AM_vgbJZ25w2HBEKcLb1JZtpOMMR1v98e9tnnJgHu2o5OnCiMVT9c9QRES8euIjnRIOd251jGy0JDpJlvMXGKV4hl9Vznfon_Fy7BQ19FUYjHpRiaCVFHq8o8k-t1TZfJ8tH6F/s640/blogger-image-1756357832.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We played scrabble on cold snowy days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZFvIm1JE3zLh67UstuTwQEcU7UHy0NlxYpQmtrK7QFADTDrCzfZ80vqQhGzelblsyV1LRcVHmeG-w4Zv4SMK31AulgreY5JfgqUxFru3txwUp4EIDT6OeUy3vlWHeG1OQsGAUvpNlrTS/s640/blogger-image--864562831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZFvIm1JE3zLh67UstuTwQEcU7UHy0NlxYpQmtrK7QFADTDrCzfZ80vqQhGzelblsyV1LRcVHmeG-w4Zv4SMK31AulgreY5JfgqUxFru3txwUp4EIDT6OeUy3vlWHeG1OQsGAUvpNlrTS/s640/blogger-image--864562831.jpg"></a></div>It snowed. A LOT. We got like a lot of inches...18 total maybe? 12 one day and a few days later bunches more. I'm good at precise measurements like that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIjWYL8KO28OukA8ZSdR3R9oxKJS-gFBle2os9gNJcvC0yUsSpm_QARhqM6Y0HN5Gm9zfyyGihyphenhyphenGJmxTYJ08JH0gdfA8wsIjdZz_A-Dvi_Y2eCH-3e1ZmJF9At3yz2iLEsbWQAWPPXt1h/s640/blogger-image-1908062127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIjWYL8KO28OukA8ZSdR3R9oxKJS-gFBle2os9gNJcvC0yUsSpm_QARhqM6Y0HN5Gm9zfyyGihyphenhyphenGJmxTYJ08JH0gdfA8wsIjdZz_A-Dvi_Y2eCH-3e1ZmJF9At3yz2iLEsbWQAWPPXt1h/s640/blogger-image-1908062127.jpg"></a></div>This is what happens when I take hubby in Joann's...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8tf33x0d6Jqlpz4h151R308gCbVXbSO8ZY-Q7zvWpw740FcaXhJwj5z6roBO3AM6PZJ2u_jkHi0MFWRYhf5hjd_KrYmIR305AbXECXKIro3rET-wyPwaHTuj4wUz_rja6R4BhjzUDG4Q/s640/blogger-image--801974752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8tf33x0d6Jqlpz4h151R308gCbVXbSO8ZY-Q7zvWpw740FcaXhJwj5z6roBO3AM6PZJ2u_jkHi0MFWRYhf5hjd_KrYmIR305AbXECXKIro3rET-wyPwaHTuj4wUz_rja6R4BhjzUDG4Q/s640/blogger-image--801974752.jpg"></a></div>Love this wall words thingy in my kitchen. :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2k3BObm2uQv1Mi7AbGtLWCMzy9_wbZi_IN5QLyH9E7XXvXqrU-eE1n24tuOsJAMjcRbTqA_HASvyt6S31yx_NbNU_ZWXonrTWBiGjAWgYeX8X0YItSzhv0Oo4pa9HzUZYXCTaH3t4lk8m/s640/blogger-image--1385919553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2k3BObm2uQv1Mi7AbGtLWCMzy9_wbZi_IN5QLyH9E7XXvXqrU-eE1n24tuOsJAMjcRbTqA_HASvyt6S31yx_NbNU_ZWXonrTWBiGjAWgYeX8X0YItSzhv0Oo4pa9HzUZYXCTaH3t4lk8m/s640/blogger-image--1385919553.jpg"></a></div>He likes Chloe's headbands. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh01XPB1VEKYtAgDAA_elwveOD4ggD2QwDvHUboAiwT-5UjhHxVvrgrU9fq1hzirzJ9lenSjzMSz0WiAvO5Hta96diuWvq8zsqpZXdyFHcvpIS9liVz3e2dwATS9HkJ22ZA0EzQ38MEqr_/s640/blogger-image--1733963328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh01XPB1VEKYtAgDAA_elwveOD4ggD2QwDvHUboAiwT-5UjhHxVvrgrU9fq1hzirzJ9lenSjzMSz0WiAvO5Hta96diuWvq8zsqpZXdyFHcvpIS9liVz3e2dwATS9HkJ22ZA0EzQ38MEqr_/s640/blogger-image--1733963328.jpg"></a></div>Chloe occasionally leaks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8RUCFoDYtrDYhWONBek-Kri7EN6xN6wsyR9pa4pPuw7ZXaG_6EVRVDHdqZUv9EHl2IQYZCUFRKUP53O2HUaF0272X4bWFV_K2qzrAowjpGxKXfXvOxjlhzIIwdgYySkIWiPxj9JoxGEW/s640/blogger-image--1342664018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8RUCFoDYtrDYhWONBek-Kri7EN6xN6wsyR9pa4pPuw7ZXaG_6EVRVDHdqZUv9EHl2IQYZCUFRKUP53O2HUaF0272X4bWFV_K2qzrAowjpGxKXfXvOxjlhzIIwdgYySkIWiPxj9JoxGEW/s640/blogger-image--1342664018.jpg"></a></div>We drank yummy coffee. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegzFE0vDKdVhNd22Lh13EHYkQLcZNFKL5udFuIMxQat8Jh4R43VohvYbAacyjb3LjIFgUucjSrrTXzF-FZasnavs_YZI4BF6O0N6pGEPnhN5Pz2R1VJo_KXPzjrQ_sbOTXxg3OL-Sd54h/s640/blogger-image--1639006783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegzFE0vDKdVhNd22Lh13EHYkQLcZNFKL5udFuIMxQat8Jh4R43VohvYbAacyjb3LjIFgUucjSrrTXzF-FZasnavs_YZI4BF6O0N6pGEPnhN5Pz2R1VJo_KXPzjrQ_sbOTXxg3OL-Sd54h/s640/blogger-image--1639006783.jpg"></a></div>Aaron's a dirty little boy. What else would I expect? He loves mud. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wzIkCTOeBKFZqlyAa8nQo7MG7zU1RAIEjqvWb3GeWNDJHgx1-PXOgXKC_eTw-fFwWkO_TK58YJgDAhDX4q47cLJ3cg6Tb9lFj02DqP3etDidqx7pY8SF7dnlpRPk8SOJVkEotafWK2fi/s640/blogger-image--839421345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wzIkCTOeBKFZqlyAa8nQo7MG7zU1RAIEjqvWb3GeWNDJHgx1-PXOgXKC_eTw-fFwWkO_TK58YJgDAhDX4q47cLJ3cg6Tb9lFj02DqP3etDidqx7pY8SF7dnlpRPk8SOJVkEotafWK2fi/s640/blogger-image--839421345.jpg"></a></div>Darn if she isn't still cute! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhm2AyD6Ujko8l-R6tmJAgq6iP8dwS3vkzLvYFH9wXcWYRbNM3lCeO4iSHTN7Mcp3I_usPxnK6rjXoZoLWw20Aeu7qmK-3Txn8uKBFb1Ad7xtGmXEbXNRMV_-lqHXYfRfkwIF3nyuT4WV/s640/blogger-image-1974694142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMhm2AyD6Ujko8l-R6tmJAgq6iP8dwS3vkzLvYFH9wXcWYRbNM3lCeO4iSHTN7Mcp3I_usPxnK6rjXoZoLWw20Aeu7qmK-3Txn8uKBFb1Ad7xtGmXEbXNRMV_-lqHXYfRfkwIF3nyuT4WV/s640/blogger-image-1974694142.jpg"></a></div>We're in the process of building railing around the whole porch. This was taken a few weeks ago and we have a couple more sections done now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRS9Fb_Kb7LQMlZKaz8KNxlsKg56y1pTVLhnLKEvXcOjAXJGBrO0-GDoF0t2TSelsWVklndYsZTjjYHX90Oi1DlBpA_JO-UjpXsoewaa9yBb9Qe49FRMBTqkRp9_MoXMI5gICmOMZcYo0/s640/blogger-image--1946124376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaRS9Fb_Kb7LQMlZKaz8KNxlsKg56y1pTVLhnLKEvXcOjAXJGBrO0-GDoF0t2TSelsWVklndYsZTjjYHX90Oi1DlBpA_JO-UjpXsoewaa9yBb9Qe49FRMBTqkRp9_MoXMI5gICmOMZcYo0/s640/blogger-image--1946124376.jpg"></a></div>He squeezes mommy tight. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_CpP_YOKj2ANAMAcWEz0bLqanZSbT9ZWDRa6KwnROX0gmmL0mGWzlUNhP4E5qlR4sMEw52rN-rI9S92UrONx7stn534gE3WzQAPQ4AKIGA1sdb1Li4bK1wmZKFyc-MGkM3MXoAE0wH2l/s640/blogger-image-101921374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_CpP_YOKj2ANAMAcWEz0bLqanZSbT9ZWDRa6KwnROX0gmmL0mGWzlUNhP4E5qlR4sMEw52rN-rI9S92UrONx7stn534gE3WzQAPQ4AKIGA1sdb1Li4bK1wmZKFyc-MGkM3MXoAE0wH2l/s640/blogger-image-101921374.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Jacob bought me new running shoes for my birthday. Haha...my birthday is a whole 'nother story. We went to Louisville and got lost all day. Fun time and funny memories. We did eat Olive Garden, which pretty much made up for everything else. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdyTtjNRmw49sgE_k0_3t8ZtMeCs2jkoYfolGob5tsbPxQi-qY8IO_-udoInnqHgtyhCxVF89GdsBcHMt6xmALXw9KIa5kfj6ZMeNeOmFznEuejMy-BMVlMqZgM2BOYMW8qKSrv0WxEKI/s640/blogger-image-1813779469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdyTtjNRmw49sgE_k0_3t8ZtMeCs2jkoYfolGob5tsbPxQi-qY8IO_-udoInnqHgtyhCxVF89GdsBcHMt6xmALXw9KIa5kfj6ZMeNeOmFznEuejMy-BMVlMqZgM2BOYMW8qKSrv0WxEKI/s640/blogger-image-1813779469.jpg"></a></div>Found Aaron a hat at a thrift store so he can stop stealing daddy's. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8rmA5FKyEpoDLpmiD3f1dpGBwd9lnkfQeu9_bojdSIo2ilUA2s5bweIO2FNWwUzBe3rYQQ_AbwQo9XV5tmQO5uTY8JH67pBS_L8OEaKfDHcdRDsI2A5nuhSNsqf2_tCfR36qEmJ10nq6/s640/blogger-image-732001601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8rmA5FKyEpoDLpmiD3f1dpGBwd9lnkfQeu9_bojdSIo2ilUA2s5bweIO2FNWwUzBe3rYQQ_AbwQo9XV5tmQO5uTY8JH67pBS_L8OEaKfDHcdRDsI2A5nuhSNsqf2_tCfR36qEmJ10nq6/s640/blogger-image-732001601.jpg"></a></div>And this. This is my life. I love this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7t5zOzXwQLhkBfVP0tYoo-ubHa_DUSZWhjXCeChEoX1BanDYT5Fe7hsQvRYUCzfeYUrQ_PvERAkT39iW44TU7YQ3RCR0ETmEW6TATTbzczhtG0e5NTgjpQD1othozimD4r3qM9n7Ob5FX/s640/blogger-image-711306131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7t5zOzXwQLhkBfVP0tYoo-ubHa_DUSZWhjXCeChEoX1BanDYT5Fe7hsQvRYUCzfeYUrQ_PvERAkT39iW44TU7YQ3RCR0ETmEW6TATTbzczhtG0e5NTgjpQD1othozimD4r3qM9n7Ob5FX/s640/blogger-image-711306131.jpg"></a></div>This is what happens when Uncle E comes over. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjf75BhtyON08qFDecvBh7WQGggnw8JB9aikFGeJ99vaEzDyxJ6-Ddtn4apmHMnW5VXhheNVsw6A1Eegk2Ut9iVb-UjhhDPh4DbwZbQRsPyFfv7SQqyDLQcAb9VV0411qcZ4AzODRfkuS-/s640/blogger-image-532507292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjf75BhtyON08qFDecvBh7WQGggnw8JB9aikFGeJ99vaEzDyxJ6-Ddtn4apmHMnW5VXhheNVsw6A1Eegk2Ut9iVb-UjhhDPh4DbwZbQRsPyFfv7SQqyDLQcAb9VV0411qcZ4AzODRfkuS-/s640/blogger-image-532507292.jpg"></a></div>Aaron really likes taking pictures with me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So that's about it. Jacob's still working in ft. Knox so he's gone a LOT...a regular week is about 60 hrs. My days are full of house stuff, babies, meal planning and cooking, and I've recently taken up running with a couple of my sisters in law. I started a couple months ago and hurt my knee a couple weeks in. I got the new shoes and now I'm on week 2 again. This morning we ran 30 seconds and walked 30 seconds...for 30 min. It sounds easier than it is, at least when you're as out of shape as I am. Lol We should be able to run a 5k in a couple months. Mmhhmm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Guess that's all folks. See ya later! :) </div></span></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-41547416122150220102014-12-05T09:03:00.001-06:002014-12-05T09:03:27.189-06:00Before the Kids Wake Up...I think I already mentioned that I have a good block of time to myself in the mornings, after Jacob leaves at 5:30. The kids don't usually get up til at least 9. I like to if my hair and put on a dab of makeup and do my nails sometimes...it makes me feel a little more put together and presentable. As a mom I think we could all use a little time to ourselves to feel like we still matter, outside of being mom...if that makes any sense. <div><br></div><div>So this is what I did this morning...it makes me smile. :) </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5zDYUjTHAXh89397c8Zu2jBIonuwicZpGOFGlQhbIMTt50PjOWjPXFGnVhPzRRnym6PZM_zR8pmBTelt1y2BcdKL7p5xrHGjah9uSLax7vpvP2b9kymdPDw3QCu2CN7LEWZNnLAFSw-G/s640/blogger-image-663149696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5zDYUjTHAXh89397c8Zu2jBIonuwicZpGOFGlQhbIMTt50PjOWjPXFGnVhPzRRnym6PZM_zR8pmBTelt1y2BcdKL7p5xrHGjah9uSLax7vpvP2b9kymdPDw3QCu2CN7LEWZNnLAFSw-G/s640/blogger-image-663149696.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Btw, I don't totally blow *all* my time on vanity, either. ;) In my opinion, spending a little time on me helps me feel nice the rest of the day. </div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-71157164252785322292014-11-14T07:46:00.001-06:002014-11-14T07:46:18.526-06:00Thankful!For the first couple of months after Chloe was born, we had a pretty rough time of it. Starting at a few week old, Chloe would stay up at night and cry. Most of the time I didn't go to sleep until 2 am. I would just stay up and rock her. There was one time she and I didn't go to sleep until 5 am. Couple that with the fact that Aaron just doesn't like to take naps and I was completely exhausted. The sleep deprivation, along with adjusting to two kids under two (actually under 14 months!) made for a very tired mama....not to mention the emotional draw of not being able to soothe your crying baby! At the time, Aaron was still nursing to go to sleep, so more than once (ok, nearly every night...) Chloe would be crying on one side of me in the bed and Aaron would be fussing on the other side and I'd just lay in the middle and cry. This is NOT how I pictured tandem nursing! I always liked the idea of cuddling up with the kids in bed...but that's just different when you're a few weeks postpartum and you've got a toddler in between you and hubby and you can't get the baby to sleep so you have to get up and rock her but you have to nurse the older one to sleep first...and hubby feels frustrated and helpless because he wants to help but he can't. Life just isn't always how we picture it! Don't get me wrong...I love my life and I finally worked the kinks out (well, some of them...) but it's doggone hard sometimes! <div><br></div><div>I really said all that to say...it passes. Chloe now sleeps very well. Last night she slept from about 10 to 7:30 without waking up once. It probably helps that she REALLY likes her thumb now. Every night I'd be rocking her and I'd be crying half the time because I couldn't figure out how to make her happy (sleep deprivation makes you crazy) and I just wanted to be curled up next to my husband sleeping...but even if I was in bed with him I wouldn't be next to him because I couldn't figure out how to get Aaron to sleep alone (still working on that one)...but then I'd try to think about it in the grand scheme of things. I have two healthy babies. I know people who would give ANYTHING to be up at 2am rocking a crying baby. And then I felt horrible for even being frustrated at all. </div><div><br></div><div>We got throught that, but every season of life has struggles, I'm coming to find. Right now, Jacob is gone about 60 hours a week working. That's a lot of time apart. Like I said earlier, I still have trouble getting Aaron to sleep on his own and there are many times I get so frustrated. But then, he's not going to be this little forever and one day he'd rather die than curl up next to me and scoot even closer in his sleep. Every morning I wake up at 5am with Chloe right up next to me on one side, and Aaron right up next to my other side. I ease out of bed so I don't wake anybody up and Jacob and I cuddle on the couch with a cup of coffee before he leaves. Jacob leaves at 5:30 and most of the time the kids don't get up until at least 9, so I have a large block of time to myself in the mornings. </div><div><br></div><div>My dad asked me a couple weeks ago how hard it was, having two this close together. Actually, I've got this. It's not really that hard for me at all. I think it will be harder once Chloe gets a little bigger. She's really a great baby, very happy most of the time. She sure loves Aaron...she just watches him and laughs. Aaron kisses her all the time and tries to share his toys with her. He doesn't really understand why she doesn't want them! I can shop with both of them easily...thanks to the Ergo carrier. That's a real life saver! So I don't have any trouble having two so little. My biggest stuggle right now is wanting more time with Jacob! But this is only temporary... </div><div><br></div><div>Btw, any tips for getting a 17 month old to sleep alone? I cut out the nursing completely now but the kid just will not sleep! We rock him and lay him down in his crib and he pops right back up. I can stand there until he goes to sleep and when I tiptoe out, he can hear the tiniest creak in the floor. I played music for him to cover the creaks and that helped for about a week. I guess creaks sound different than Mozart! The only way we can ever get him to sleep in his crib for even a little while is to get him to sleep in our bed and then wait until he's REALLY good and asleep and then try to move him carefully to his crib. Even then he only sleeps til 1 or 2 and the we have to put him in our bed to get him back to sleep. These days he's been staying in our bed because we all fall asleep soon after he does and Jacob doesn't want to have to wake up to get him in the middle of the night. We tried letting him cry and he will cry for as long as we leave him in there. It's horrible! </div><div><br></div><div>So, this was all totally random wasn't it? My thumbs are worn out now...lol! Finish up with a picture... We really need a family picture taken! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8nlVshgWuw2gkLVEMub9iieyGQeqhwuEZYL5fYGvRI89_hg9_mREl9QZpzg002EIc4CPF9faLjvxwqGaYxwKa3aG3v75hdcojIIiI2SznCmVm9OaX46Q27MbtIh5zs8mrQkbPQLsAscEY/s640/blogger-image--310263906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8nlVshgWuw2gkLVEMub9iieyGQeqhwuEZYL5fYGvRI89_hg9_mREl9QZpzg002EIc4CPF9faLjvxwqGaYxwKa3aG3v75hdcojIIiI2SznCmVm9OaX46Q27MbtIh5zs8mrQkbPQLsAscEY/s640/blogger-image--310263906.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-37638800064319291372014-09-08T09:09:00.001-05:002014-09-08T09:09:37.709-05:00A Few of my Favorite PicsHere are few of my favoritest pictures of my favoritest people...<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu8jD-XP4hrsSyZyQ9SWtmW9gqqXZ0-h5qjcPhUXWNynfd5sfHuXaHBnhyphenhyphene6ihQIU7PTzuA3ox8KKLK8v5RGgI5q3gUppJgR7JLGgFtz3pIoDIevWcjLqgKvMlPihHZcjwnZNr-CwFFfGh/s640/blogger-image-916730889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Aaron really likes her a lot and tries to help if she cries...he'll kiss her or try to pick her up (yikes...good thing she's too heavy for him!) or give her toys (we're working on being gentle!) or standing over her imitating her hollering, or, if all else fails, just looking very confused! He's figuring out new stuff all the time and it's a lot of fun watching him learn new things. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm finding my own groove and the past week has been great...I guess I'm getting the hang of this now. I've been getting up two or three hours earlier than Aaron (he just sleeps really late most of the time now) and Chloe goes back to sleep soon after I get up, so I have some time alone. I've been able to keep my house really clean, laundry all caught up, supper always made, and I've still had time to do "fun" stuff that I like to do...read or knit or sew, mainly. So, I've never (ever, ever, EVER) been a fan of getting up early but it's growing on me. I feel better if I get more done too, so it makes me happy, which seems to make everyone else happy. You know, if mama ain't happy...lol!! </div><div><br></div><div>My garden is mostly done now, but I have a ton of peppers to pick, hopefully today. Our four okra plants went crazy and when we got sick of eating fried okra, I started battering and freezing it. I've never done that before so I hope it turns out ok. I have over three gallon size bags of it in the freezer now...and I'll have more soon! I'm wanting to plant some fall stuff soon...maybe next week sometime. </div><div><br></div><div>Gotta wrap this up and get busy...hope y'all enjoyed the pictures! </div><div><br></div><div>P.S. Yes, I know "favoritest" isn't a word. :)</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-43241661071591872262014-07-30T12:44:00.001-05:002014-07-30T12:44:47.937-05:00If You're Not on Facebook...If you're not on Facebook you might have missed this so I figured if better blog a little blog. A baby blog. :) About a baby. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAG69TkWHxNFtz3TkB71i6cuAXMbKx2Stw_VF5L3DNG7Cg4Hf9Eb5kAR8hndxfqeiFkqNicmq4dnVYcRyDyGRF6FbkGNqFqiaxeM6lG7F9c3132GyDjoNpXGBNiL-PjbzMPukh1QvBIj4X/s640/blogger-image-811163111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAG69TkWHxNFtz3TkB71i6cuAXMbKx2Stw_VF5L3DNG7Cg4Hf9Eb5kAR8hndxfqeiFkqNicmq4dnVYcRyDyGRF6FbkGNqFqiaxeM6lG7F9c3132GyDjoNpXGBNiL-PjbzMPukh1QvBIj4X/s640/blogger-image-811163111.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Monday morning, July 28th, our family of three became a family of four. Chloe Elaine Ellis was born just after 5am and weighed 8lb 5oz, 21 1/2 inches long. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrF4MZv9d11zEu6xJBS4rBkiVKrXOmCeCEyuTU7u1sTUOL9N7f8jVsQ4riKON0nQTWuOMrnP9uQjtXL4IRptAkNTWv8iP-mV8fPJsiS6ZuvfkxpSmBmPyO0zpwqr2yCABUOF1FBvAezXAB/s640/blogger-image--222948701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrF4MZv9d11zEu6xJBS4rBkiVKrXOmCeCEyuTU7u1sTUOL9N7f8jVsQ4riKON0nQTWuOMrnP9uQjtXL4IRptAkNTWv8iP-mV8fPJsiS6ZuvfkxpSmBmPyO0zpwqr2yCABUOF1FBvAezXAB/s640/blogger-image--222948701.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BC_jrPE7sC6BiLk1VRmyFYnn63B9ldL9w-e4ZmU491hb4sjYz5BvrEJ6krnMd8y8hFH_87HwHLSQmdujWJcFqCt01NWgUhUS5RTLz-KvMVvAZShATuf5GvDT_rQNUVQMm5gSc-jwLtw4/s640/blogger-image-948155441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7BC_jrPE7sC6BiLk1VRmyFYnn63B9ldL9w-e4ZmU491hb4sjYz5BvrEJ6krnMd8y8hFH_87HwHLSQmdujWJcFqCt01NWgUhUS5RTLz-KvMVvAZShATuf5GvDT_rQNUVQMm5gSc-jwLtw4/s640/blogger-image-948155441.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSas2klKBBPqWXdPDJoamh9JeOgGiAsM-3YUT5t6V92vmCmpreMkKMTJ-ZbVBv9XLAixpiyjrFoRDttwUtT962gn5wyl7z5Wo1dGJbkgPT_T5aoFZIEEV2bt6r5yloDXmxmdtEuGXnlBWY/s640/blogger-image-678684355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSas2klKBBPqWXdPDJoamh9JeOgGiAsM-3YUT5t6V92vmCmpreMkKMTJ-ZbVBv9XLAixpiyjrFoRDttwUtT962gn5wyl7z5Wo1dGJbkgPT_T5aoFZIEEV2bt6r5yloDXmxmdtEuGXnlBWY/s640/blogger-image-678684355.jpg"></a></div> Aaron doesn't really know what to think and he's been spending a lot of time with his aunts and uncles until I feel better. </div><div><br></div><div>Labor this time was harder in general...I had close intense contractions from about noon Sunday until she was born, but I only pushed for 9 minutes instead of 6 hours...a definite plus. I definitely need to go to the chiropractor because I had excruciating back and hip pain while in labor, pretty close to unbearable towards the end. It all gets hazy thinking back on everything (Jacob says his mom told me everything was ok and I said "NO it is NOT!" Oops) but I remember sweating because it hurt so bad. </div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, it over now and I feel like I am significantly less sore than last time. I didn't tear at all (gotta love not pushing there at the end! Gggrrr!) so that makes things better! </div><div><br></div><div>I think everyone is still in shock because she's a girl. Everyone keeps catching themselves referring to her as him! There hasn't been a girl on my side since I was a baby! I'm not sure I'll know what to do with a little girl! I have a feeling I'll figure it out though. :)</div><div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-54090761414112441032014-02-20T10:51:00.001-06:002014-02-20T10:51:18.025-06:00New Pictures...and more<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Aaron is 8 1/2 months old now and he's crawling around like crazy and getting into everything. He started pulling up a lot too. In general, he's just getting very big! He's a major mama's boy right now...we feel attached at the hip! There's worse things than having a cute little boy hanging onto you all the time though. :)<div><br></div><div>So here are a few recent-ish pictures. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLEM0kjUHLPKXabgzLygCFNH4fUDqG2kJg6iY2gCPNkL8nvNv21N125iedlj35Cfy5UwEOtW9sfbFpv2LF_AaJtDsu77liS_1kkIdVjsB7S6T5seWGtz_lQkPtRMkMyLI_JX5UhI43-sa/s640/blogger-image-489670716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLEM0kjUHLPKXabgzLygCFNH4fUDqG2kJg6iY2gCPNkL8nvNv21N125iedlj35Cfy5UwEOtW9sfbFpv2LF_AaJtDsu77liS_1kkIdVjsB7S6T5seWGtz_lQkPtRMkMyLI_JX5UhI43-sa/s640/blogger-image-489670716.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyomF3X361fslf4xIE5up4TsJBmT5yyJ5WydVf0aZ8vevp8FZNcLAkWkUtIVlCKOuRyAb6hXZG3-06kDVqEmgDvMte9n7RpyjMOLGZaErOWpdMIuDJWmYKKF-MjlaccVosqGeatH1kBcJg/s640/blogger-image-1498138985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyomF3X361fslf4xIE5up4TsJBmT5yyJ5WydVf0aZ8vevp8FZNcLAkWkUtIVlCKOuRyAb6hXZG3-06kDVqEmgDvMte9n7RpyjMOLGZaErOWpdMIuDJWmYKKF-MjlaccVosqGeatH1kBcJg/s640/blogger-image-1498138985.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-92RNjtRSSdovH3kuwY2h7f9HMz6Lql3KtVZqKRLHpQtl_ya0IbVRFI6S93tHJ5S4DbAYivl_N2BX_Vm-cP4x5gw6wh5pApxyxHraZqCKhwkIhuxpu1TUePxl9HC5XBP76qbzTtG-UjR2/s640/blogger-image--1935846459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-92RNjtRSSdovH3kuwY2h7f9HMz6Lql3KtVZqKRLHpQtl_ya0IbVRFI6S93tHJ5S4DbAYivl_N2BX_Vm-cP4x5gw6wh5pApxyxHraZqCKhwkIhuxpu1TUePxl9HC5XBP76qbzTtG-UjR2/s640/blogger-image--1935846459.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPVTNSDy8SRyYciUVQvWU8SlZlnCV3R5AHttrXnfsnnYpvNXOzFjaMxDoZV6VOTY9umWNxGzWATo2xAvfQzbZv0QwksaVi-pY6CPBW_jsqoUt96S7rb9jQE161MrXxC8mUX2LiRh0En0w/s640/blogger-image--1111328318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPVTNSDy8SRyYciUVQvWU8SlZlnCV3R5AHttrXnfsnnYpvNXOzFjaMxDoZV6VOTY9umWNxGzWATo2xAvfQzbZv0QwksaVi-pY6CPBW_jsqoUt96S7rb9jQE161MrXxC8mUX2LiRh0En0w/s640/blogger-image--1111328318.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And like I said, into everything!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMwXqdHoebzB1EyiOq-y2wD2NFDYJiD3QtLn8zdNysnzBjMB3126_ZPkurOYQNzcH50KjWta8yZET0P-V0wKAiEGKQ18ZINphWCgTdg9VO3nh5wYzH1hc2MxV19XV3KL9lXWMIuMnd96H/s640/blogger-image-686809926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMwXqdHoebzB1EyiOq-y2wD2NFDYJiD3QtLn8zdNysnzBjMB3126_ZPkurOYQNzcH50KjWta8yZET0P-V0wKAiEGKQ18ZINphWCgTdg9VO3nh5wYzH1hc2MxV19XV3KL9lXWMIuMnd96H/s640/blogger-image-686809926.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>Oh and here's my Valentine's Day gift from my man. 😄</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAxWgl21yzWmOHqbwoyaU1qS4qkb6KrZl-QQVWWx3995xwDdBCH-Iq0D4VzGjgqtmS92kmc2leNrKStraXXJqaM2plYr_XcHqd8UapvHZKOG04xc2TSUMJsnsq-RrYFKZQkSaKirQFgr_/s640/blogger-image-344234712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAxWgl21yzWmOHqbwoyaU1qS4qkb6KrZl-QQVWWx3995xwDdBCH-Iq0D4VzGjgqtmS92kmc2leNrKStraXXJqaM2plYr_XcHqd8UapvHZKOG04xc2TSUMJsnsq-RrYFKZQkSaKirQFgr_/s640/blogger-image-344234712.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If everything continues to go well, Aaron will be a big brother sometime around early August. I'm about 16 weeks pregnant...surprise! I feel much better this time around...I was only really sick one day a few weeks ago and I was sick nearly every day for the first trimester when I was pregnant with Aaron. I'm still nursing Aaron (although he does eat some of what we eat...anything and everything I give him, so far) so it feels like I'm starving all the time! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So anywho, there's a little update, and the big news. :)</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-68041067430685638072013-12-14T11:27:00.001-06:002013-12-14T11:27:04.174-06:00Aaron's Birth Story Now that Aaron's six months old, maybe I should write about how he got here! If I can remember everything, in the right chronological order, anyway!<br />
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One day in early to mid May, I thought for sure my water broke. Turns out, embarrassingly enough, it wasn't my water...just a baby head on my bladder. I can't tell you how funny my husband thought that was! I was significantly less amused. This was about three weeks before I ended up having Aaron, and that's when I had my first exam from the midwife. She said then that I was 3cm dilated, 80% effaced, and she could feel the baby's head, and since we all thought it was my water breaking, she told me I'd probably be having the baby soon! (We realized it wasn't my water when a couple days went by and absolutely nothing happened...we weren't worried because you continually produce more amniotic fluid, so there was no chance of the baby running out, and we were careful to prevent infection, while we thought it was broken water!)<br />
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So anyway, that got me on a major high, because I really thought I was having a baby any day. Any stinkin' day. Aaaaannnnyyy day now...for three weeks! I went on like that for two weeks, and I'd have a few painless cramps every evening when I went to bed, but nothing serious. After two weeks of that, I started having crampy feelings one morning and got really excited! THIS is it! Well...out came the midwife again, she checked me again, and I was 5cm, 90% effaced, baby's head was RIGHT there and engaged....but then nothing else. The cramps went away again. They came and went for days and days. I had dilated all the way to 5cm without really having any painful contractions at all! Some of them were a little uncomfortable and they'd keep me awake sometimes, but nothing I'd consider really painful. (We decided later I have a high pain tolerance, I guess.)<br />
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At almost a week past my due date (which was May 29th,) I started some natural labor getter-goings. I took fenugreek, evening primrose oil, and ended up taking castor oil a couple days before I actually went into labor. I've heard horror stories about the castor oil, but it didn't really do anything to me...I'm so weird! I don't think any of that really did much.... I also walked. And walked. Not a mile or anything...more like four. For a few days. And nothing happened! The good thing (and somewhat frustrating, at that point,) is that natural things to get labor started just won't work if you're not ready to go into labor yet. It's not like medically inducing at all.<br />
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So, after weeks of dilation and cramps and impatient waiting, I woke up June 5th with something different. The midwife had told me that if I woke up with "contractions" that wouldn't go away, to take a shower and see if they went away then. I got up around 4am and got in the shower and had four of them in the 20 minutes I was in the shower. (Yes, I've been told I take long showers.) I went back to bed and laid there for a while and I was still having contractions but they weren't really timeable, because they weren't regular and I couldn't feel any kind of peak really. I was a little bit hesitant to call my midwife again, because I'd called her with false alarms a few times and I really thought this would be like the other times...they would eventually go away. In the meantime, Jacob had gotten up and went on to work...he asked if he needed to stay home, but I really didn't want him to stay home and then it be nothing again! (At the time he was working over an hour away.) I laid around til 9am or so and finally did call the midwife, after I'd had contractions every 5 minutes for an hour. She was surprised and said they (I had two midwives...the main one and an assistant) would be on their way soon. Since I wasn't going about this "right" (no textbook labor for me! I'd been in labor for 3 weeks already!) we had no idea what I'd do next...if I'd go really fast since I was already halfway there, or what! I was just sure that once they got there and checked me, I'd be all the way dilated and ready to go...the contractions I'd had for the past few hours were definitely different and more uncomfortable, though I still wouldn't call them really painful.<br />
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Well, once the midwives got there, got settled and moved in, and checked me, I was all the way to....SIX stinkin' centimeters! And then once everyone got there (midwives, mother-in-law, mom, and one of Jacob's cousin's wives) my contractions pretty much stopped. I'd have one every 30 minutes, if I was lucky. I kept on like that for a couple more hours...very irregular if anything. We were just having a party sitting around and talking and laughing and eating. After a little while of that, the midwife checked again and I was 8cm and my water broke for real then. So we called Jacob and told him to hurry on home...now! (It had to be soon, right?!) That was around 1pm, June 5th. (He said he told his boss I was 8cm and my water broke and his boss said "you better hurry!") I guess he got home around 2pm (times are kinda fuzzy...) and still nothing. I was walking and going up and down porch steps and doing a little bit of everything to try to get this thing going...and nothing was happening! I still wasn't having regular contractions at all!<br />
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In the meantime, Jacob went and got some pizzas and we still just sat around having a big party, laughing and cutting up. I would have a contraction every now and then, and they were more uncomfortable, but still not horrid labor pains like I'd heard about. My midwife would watch me and could see when I was having one, but other than that, there weren't a lot of indicators to everyone else. I mean, I wasn't screaming or anything!<br />
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By about 10pm, I was all the way dilated and still didn't feel like pushing at all, but they had me start pushing some, to try to stimulate pushing contractions, I guess. (If I had it to do over, I'd have waited until the real thing...seeing as I still had so long to go. It really wore me out.) It wasn't too long before I was pushing my guts out about every 2 minutes...I did eventually start having regular pushing contractions. It started hurting more then, and that didn't go away! I pushed and pushed and pushed...and not much was happening. The midwife said I had an issue with a cervical lip, so she had to hold that back while I pushed. Ow. Like super ow. Once that was out of the way, Aaron got stuck behind my pubic bone. She couldn't really do much about that, so I changed positions a lot trying to get him under that. We finally got past that and I pushed and pushed and there still wasn't anything happening. She said there was some muscle in there that wasn't stretching like it was supposed to and they tried to stretch it while I pushed. Super Super Ow!<br />
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This whole time I was pushing my guts out, I was sitting up in our bed, with someone holding my legs up for me to push against. By the end, I was pulling on my mom, who was sitting in front of me, and Jacob's mom, his cousin's wife, Jacob, and the midwife were all rotating who would push against my legs. (The Amish assistant midwife was in the living room watching a movie and crocheting..LOL!) Apparently, I'm like super strong, and everyone was sore after my labor...my mom had marks on her hands from me grabbing her to pull! My wrists were hurting a LOT, because every time I pushed (every 2 minutes, if I was lucky) I would slide down, so I'd have to push myself back up. At some point, Jacob sat behind me for a long time and I'd sit back against him, so he'd pull me back up after every push. He was really sore the next day too! I'd read a lot about the advantages of different positions in labor, and I knew that sitting up in the bed wasn't ideal, but I couldn't really do much else. I tried hands and knees but that was excruciating and I absolutely could not push in that position. I also had to be in a position that offered the midwife easy-ish access, because she was trying to hold that muscle back while I pushed.<br />
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After pushing like this for so long (by now it was 3am or so) without getting anywhere, the Amish assistant midwife mentioned something about the hospital. I knew without a doubt that I did NOT want to go to the hospital and I think the first time she said it because she thought I wasn't giving it everything I had. She was wrong about that, for sure. Someone asked her if she was serious and she said something about "well, if she can't have it..." My main midwife didn't feel there was any need to consider a hospital...no one was in any danger (she kept monitoring the baby the whole time,) I was just exhausted! I knew what would happen if we showed up in the ER after I'd already been pushing for 4 or 5 hours and my water had been broken for 18 hours! I would have had a c-section for sure. At that point, everyone but my main midwife started to get a little concerned...I'd been at this for a long time, I was beat, and nothing was happening. She put me on oxygen to revive me a bit then. Everyone left my room and started praying and calling everyone we knew to start praying. While everyone was still out of the room, I was still pushing and my midwife called everyone and said they might want to come on in there now....she was seeing the head! It took about 20 or 30 more minutes (I think...?) before I got him out. Jacob caught him and it was so amazing...he was really excited! He'd been really concerned and just about couldn't handle seeing me like I was. Aaron was born at 4:54am, Thursday morning, June 6th. I tore a tiny bit and didn't need stitches...I just stretched too fast at the last minute... Turns out, Aaron had his hand up by his head the whole time, which is what made everything so slow and hard! Somehow, his elbow was sticking up too, because the back of his hand was up against his temple...figure that out! (Put the back of your hand by your head and see where that leaves your elbow. Yeah.)<br />
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Aaron didn't want to nurse much right away but he hasn't hardly stopped since. He was 7lb 13oz and 21 inches long.<br />
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I am so happy I had Aaron at home. As slow as I was progressing, I know I would have had "intervention" had I been in a hospital. Even though there was a time when I was beyond exhausted and couldn't see progression at all, I knew I didn't need intervention...I knew that I could do this. A woman's body was designed for this very thing, so I knew it was possible. I wouldn't give anything for the relaxed atmosphere we had here all day while we waited for my body to do it's thing. There was no tension to stall things (like I needed anything to stall anything!) and we had a lot of fun, just hanging around! With the exception of the last few, tough hours, we all laughed and cut up more than anything. Maybe this is TMI (but isn't that the definition of a birth story?) but during one of the checks to see about the cervical lip, someone said something really funny and I just laughed and laughed and the midwife said "oh, that helped!" It was just so low-key and happy and exciting! I am so thankful for my midwife and how she kept cool even when things went slow...we'd ask her how I was doing and she'd say "oh, there's progress..." Now maybe she couldn't see any progress and was just trying to make us feel better, but it worked! :) They ended up being at our house for about 20 hours or so.<br />
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So, labor was hard and long and hurt like crazy (at least the last few hours!) but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Here at home, of course! :)Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-2606284364679344842013-11-04T08:15:00.001-06:002013-11-04T08:15:03.025-06:00A Few Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I found a blogger app for our iPhone so I can at least post a few pictures every now and then. I wouldn't expect long posts though, if I were you...typing isn't all that fun on here!!! </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZjNTJGJFGpqZXZPjEoEoZyv81t_1zCBrw_12SS-bnGl_2YLmRqEFNA4nXfF4ilWjaYoTLFn-_iHsUBLbJxR-IZDYBFnKi5lgmAtmZelcZSn3xYkn7xwGVmuxu5fqtv4N5of69h_PNQr5/s640/blogger-image-60909266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZjNTJGJFGpqZXZPjEoEoZyv81t_1zCBrw_12SS-bnGl_2YLmRqEFNA4nXfF4ilWjaYoTLFn-_iHsUBLbJxR-IZDYBFnKi5lgmAtmZelcZSn3xYkn7xwGVmuxu5fqtv4N5of69h_PNQr5/s640/blogger-image-60909266.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9lCaSRFOjYHWpOlMnuGoSGRAm3rrfFuWDeTcCSnOlvdqBjZpRbr_vUdMmedVR8yB8Btr6Iv7BeHst4kHe8AJ2SoOXxKXuIM9m_VyOdsxg0WMu88pI6RiiIda1Cxt0icEzqGQ67PDOYfB/s640/blogger-image--59126669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9lCaSRFOjYHWpOlMnuGoSGRAm3rrfFuWDeTcCSnOlvdqBjZpRbr_vUdMmedVR8yB8Btr6Iv7BeHst4kHe8AJ2SoOXxKXuIM9m_VyOdsxg0WMu88pI6RiiIda1Cxt0icEzqGQ67PDOYfB/s640/blogger-image--59126669.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>That's it for now...all I have on here. Now that I know I can post from the iPhone, I'll try to get more pictures. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Aaron is two days shy of 5 months, and no, I don't know how that happened! He's about 20 pounds already and is just the cutest thing EVER. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Since the most common question seems to be "does he sleep through the night yet?" I'll answer that. He will, if I let him, but I try to wake him up for personal reasons. :) He is still completely breastfed and will be for a while. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love using cloth diapers and can't believe how expensive "fake" diapers are! I do use disposables at night, so we do buy a pack every few weeks, but using them all the time sure would add up!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Aaron already sits up pretty good...I try to spend a lot of time sitting with him in the floor and he does well. I don't know how long it will be before he crawls, but when he's lying on his tummy, he already gets up on his knees and rocks. It's super duper cute. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">That's it for now. Ttyl!</div>Kaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09279429480145846455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1260398855838494095.post-68750360575567550192013-07-19T19:47:00.002-05:002013-07-19T19:47:44.683-05:00A Few More Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Baby feet!</div>
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We're all doing great and Aaron just keeps getting cuter and cuter! He still pretty much just sleeps and eats but he has started smiling sometimes which is just really really adorable! </div>
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My grandpa came to see us and meet his great-grandson...</div>
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I really got a kick out of this picture...my dad and grandpa in the floor ogling over Aaron and talking baby talk!</div>
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We're pretty tickled right now. :)</div>
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