tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217827001482721712024-03-14T07:55:18.940-07:00The GilgoursBecky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-79338458845570724592014-09-08T21:47:00.000-07:002014-09-08T21:47:02.915-07:00We made it.Poor sweet Eliza. As you can see, when Everett was a baby, I chronicled every teensy thing. There's not a chance that I'll go back and fill in the ginormous gap from Everett's 12 month post to now. (You'll notice that my last post was in October of 2013, right after Eliza was born, and she didn't get a mention. I suppose in my head I thought I would eventually do a post for her birth. Not sure what I was thinking. I haven't seemed to have a minute to catch my breath since.) It's probably best that I don't chronicle the missing months anyway. It would probably go like this: Change a bazillion diapers. Clean up more vomit then I ever cared to see in my lifetime. Try super hard to hold it together and not cry until Daddy gets home. Say over and over and over in my head 'These are really really precious moments, try not to wish them away.' Repeat.<br />
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So whatever, water under the lack-of-family-memory-recording bridge. She's here. She's almost one. He's almost two. We made it. And that pretty much sums up the last 11 months.<br />
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Eliza is, in many ways, our super laid back child. Food... eh. She'll take it or leave it. She gets a little grumpy when we skip naps, but she gets by. She really would prefer we just did everything for her, as opposed to her super independent brother. She just recently started holding her own bottle, and even with that, she won't do it for very long. She eventually just tosses it aside until someone sits and holds it for her/coaxes her to eat. Same with table food. She eats it with her hands by herself. For a bit. And then she's over it, and someone often has to sit there and talk her into it. (This is all evidenced by her teensy weensy legs, whose ability to hold her up defy the laws of physics. Yes I know. Pot, kettle, black. If you ever read this Eliza, know that your mother is 29 years old and not very many days go by that I still don't get comments about being skinny. You will get so very used to it.) In other ways, laid back - not so much. She shrieks ALL the time. She spends zero seconds just sitting still. (This is a new development. The Lord was so very, very kind to give me many months of a very, VERY chill baby while I tried to take care of her and her totally insane, still very young brother. But her days of sitting and watching everything are long gone.) She started army crawling around 7 or 8 months. Before that, for a long time she did this swimming thing where she would lift all her limbs off the ground and move them as if that would get her somewhere. She is able to get up on her hands and knees and move, but she still prefers the army crawl. About a month or two ago, she started pulling up and standing. She's definitely not cruising or really interested at all in holding onto our hands and trying to walk. This is a-ok with me. I'm not ready for two kiddos running around just yet.<br />
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Everett was (mostly) incredibly sweet to Eliza, or Zaza as he calls her, from the day she came home until she got mobile. Now that she gets into 'his' toys, he isn't quite so much a fan. She intentionally antagonizes him. She puts her hands all over his face and pulls things that he's playing with out of his hands and just generally tries to annoy him. They drive each other absolutely crazy sitting next to each other in the grocery cart. He pulls her bow out, she scratches him, etc. We're all getting used to this sibling 'fighting'. But his face still lights up when she comes downstairs from a nap, and that's just so precious. He's EXTREMELY bossy with her. All day, it's 'No ma'am, Zaza! Stop it. You may not scream! You're in trouble! You go to time out!' (As you can tell, he's quite vocal. Just for my records, at 18 months he had about 100 words. Now, I'm not sure there are words he doesn't have.) Again, this is evidence of second child-ism. I would say Eliza's first word was Mama. She still doesn't seem to really use them specifically to refer to us, but she does say Mama and Dada. Tonight when I told Everett, 'Eliza's going to bed' she said 'NighNigh.' So maybe she knows that one too? She claps and gives kisses and waves, and she signs 'all done'. She'll repeat any sounds we make. She has the same laugh Everett had as a baby. She was a very serious spitter-upper for a long time, but that has settled down quite a bit here recently. <br />
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Everett talks all day, all the time. He started preschool last week. (His teachers told me on the first day, 'He talks a lot!') He loves people. He loves to make people laugh. He's gotten quite a bit more affectionate this past year. He gives tons of hugs and kisses and is just generally so sweet. He's absolutely obsessed with all things Thomas the Train. He only wants to read, watch, and sing Thomas. We discovered in August that he gets car sick on long car rides. He loves donuts and asks for them many times every day. He's recently gotten very attached to his 'blankie', which is really any crocheted blanket. He sucks his thumb while he's falling asleep (they both do) and sucks on the corner of his blankie. (Gross.) He is very much a creature of habit. Everything in the house with a buckle must be buckled at all times. He mostly takes out the same toys in the same order. He goes around and hands us things that he knows are supposed to be put up where he can't reach them. (Not that he's 100% obedient, he definitely is not. This is just part of his routine.) He loves to help- throwing things in the trash, 'cleaning' up after he spills something, putting away his blocks, etc.) He loves to blow his nose constantly, so we have no kleenex out in the house right now. <br />
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I know there's no way for me to catch up, but those are some things I wanted to remember. Hopefully it won't be a year until I do this again, and I will just put silly little things they do that we can look back on later and laugh. I'll be honest, these have been hard years. Having two kids in twelve months is not something we would have ever planned, and sometimes I feel like we're still reeling. It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done, and I can't really say I always handled it like a champ. But for the first time since 2011, we aren't having a baby this September. We're finally out of the infant stage for the second time, and so I'll say it again. We made it!<br />
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(And now, a year in review in pictures. Get ready to scroll.)<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-39389264925292230322013-10-05T19:12:00.001-07:002013-10-05T20:40:31.960-07:00Months 9-12<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Oh Everett. I could spend some time here explaining how the last few months were craziness around here due to your super pregnant mommy and there was plenty of mommy guilt to go around. But I won't. <div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Here are your 12 month stats:</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Height 29 in, 18th percentile </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Weight 22 lb 13 oz, 74th percentile </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Head 19 in, 96th percentile </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">About a month ago we ditched the bottle for the sippy cup. The plan was to switch to milk in the sippy cup from formula in the bottle. But you had some tummy issues that may or may not have been related so we are backing off milk for a couple weeks. You get juice after your naps and water at meals. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"><br></span>You actually lost some weight this month (you were up to 24 lb) as you've gotten more and more active. You can take about 10 or so steps in a row. You love it and are constantly grabbing our hands to help you walk. You've been 'cruising' along furniture for a few months now but in the last couple weeks you've really taken off with walking. You're definitely still crawling a lot as that gets you places much faster. But it shouldn't be too much longer before walking is your preferred mode of transportation. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You are into absolutely everything. You pull all the Tupperware out of the cabinets a hundred times a day. You love to empty my t-shirt drawer. You love to flush the toilet and turn on any faucets you can reach. You are so very very busy. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ever since May, you haven't really gotten sick until this last month. And when it rains, it pours. About 3 weeks ago, you had a 2 week period where you regurgitated food every time you ate. Eventually I decided it must be reflux again and we made an appt with a GI specialist and then cancelled it because you just stopped doing it one day and haven't done it since. The week after that you got some virus that was just a fever and made you super clingy. Then last week you got something that have you crazy diarrhea constantly all day long for most of the week. (Which is why we backed off the dairy.) You seem to be doing ok with dairy right now so maybe it was just another virus? Who knows. <br><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am happy to say that for several months now you have been sleeping just like a big boy in your crib. I had started to wonder if we would ever get there but the truth is that very much like every other transition you've had, it was much worse in my head than in reality. </span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br>You have 8 teeth, 4 on top and 4 on bottom. You got them all around the same time. And teething hasn't been bad for us at all.<br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br>You still take 2 naps a day. Usually you nap at 9:30 or 10 am for 1.5 to 2 hours and then at 2:30 or 3 pm for 1.5 to 2 hours. Give or take. Every day is a little different. You still go to sleep between 7:30 or 8 pm (on an ideal day- this gets c</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">hanged up frequently) and sleep until </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">about 7 am. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">You do a little talking. (Well you 'talk' all the time, but you have a few real words.) you say Dada alllll the time. Anytime my phone rings it's Dada. When you hear him walk in the door in the evening, Dada. And you pretty much just say it all day. You just in the last week or two started saying Mama and never on command. Usually if you want something. You say 'duh' for duck and dog. You say 'nuh nuh' for no no and night night. You sign all done and please. You give tons and tons of kisses. (You'll just walk over and kiss our legs.) You wave hi and bye-bye, give hi fives, do touchdown, and clap. You also love to switch light switches on and off. Oh and you've started grinding your teeth. Ugh! There doesn't seem to be anything we can do so hopefully you stop soon!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">We had lots of fun celebrating your 1st birthday with friends and family! Good thing we did it early. 2 days after your real birthday- your baby sister made her debut a month early! More on that later. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPORTu-CeDGWDQc3eNhILP9QPJ4tlDdgXsmR4N0dxddW3YvTRydhb-yuRCgBRE14JTyU3ZbBtkfwg1BXUWbhKV8oz4ZQcxo4Hu6aSTAuOxMdCXLjS2AG4Xc5dHmcaQJZ17FUSNRyB5Ugm8/s640/blogger-image-1813254935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPORTu-CeDGWDQc3eNhILP9QPJ4tlDdgXsmR4N0dxddW3YvTRydhb-yuRCgBRE14JTyU3ZbBtkfwg1BXUWbhKV8oz4ZQcxo4Hu6aSTAuOxMdCXLjS2AG4Xc5dHmcaQJZ17FUSNRyB5Ugm8/s640/blogger-image-1813254935.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">We can't believe you are a year old. We just love you so much and love watching you learn new things and grow up. You're starting to understand how to really 'play'. You love for us to chase you. You're so so much fun. Can't wait to see how you'll grow and change in the coming months! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzsfc_-mB339tIdCMh7LH6KQrs20AfgIkPqtAhoi59iKGhUSh9wlaaaNtIv7zyHO3f6ncpdLxtBPJgyg0eHFmY9mhExbjzOaUHyxqbD2w1nWQ8v0-UFvE49dcrmf2qfuTZ-ooM8oSdD2x/s640/blogger-image-1174898964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzsfc_-mB339tIdCMh7LH6KQrs20AfgIkPqtAhoi59iKGhUSh9wlaaaNtIv7zyHO3f6ncpdLxtBPJgyg0eHFmY9mhExbjzOaUHyxqbD2w1nWQ8v0-UFvE49dcrmf2qfuTZ-ooM8oSdD2x/s640/blogger-image-1174898964.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4Nz_HItUXzkz9UFZ6AkRwsxjS5DN-H3sZMtJ0WK9V8wfYNhwEY2qqgfU6BYJf6iVV0LFgg2FzL01TB9HW1zh1_EEoOACzDRSnq4XR4mwAhsu4akHi5agP-s-ZmYv89iNVPMDOn3h_nJD/s640/blogger-image-1955884911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm4Nz_HItUXzkz9UFZ6AkRwsxjS5DN-H3sZMtJ0WK9V8wfYNhwEY2qqgfU6BYJf6iVV0LFgg2FzL01TB9HW1zh1_EEoOACzDRSnq4XR4mwAhsu4akHi5agP-s-ZmYv89iNVPMDOn3h_nJD/s640/blogger-image-1955884911.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuSt8Zd8Se7Yjy2Jtc9QaLvvAX4A5kUWwYS78Wwxq-OPCyxUrVGqNemZYRHGv3-4PdA_Gu415rYZlwXRwYymFX8K5kRHV4RoxkbTHc6csXX1iOKoX1aP47SeV9K_T2J7dZj0qTf4zjlSS/s640/blogger-image-967996005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuSt8Zd8Se7Yjy2Jtc9QaLvvAX4A5kUWwYS78Wwxq-OPCyxUrVGqNemZYRHGv3-4PdA_Gu415rYZlwXRwYymFX8K5kRHV4RoxkbTHc6csXX1iOKoX1aP47SeV9K_T2J7dZj0qTf4zjlSS/s640/blogger-image-967996005.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMR0YskbdJqmNR86JgHWDZ0rfU9ZyEQVVsQDAzs__Tx4Mjl0LhFzd3bpRbLhyrRwYxiwC7YOqJiD0Fw2ZLvGFTt_elTRKrNhdee41iuKzJlIc2dPyshGtYHjx3s-1yo5BEP4M6gyyhAPF/s640/blogger-image--130369648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMR0YskbdJqmNR86JgHWDZ0rfU9ZyEQVVsQDAzs__Tx4Mjl0LhFzd3bpRbLhyrRwYxiwC7YOqJiD0Fw2ZLvGFTt_elTRKrNhdee41iuKzJlIc2dPyshGtYHjx3s-1yo5BEP4M6gyyhAPF/s640/blogger-image--130369648.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-6052112244441051342013-06-11T12:57:00.000-07:002013-06-11T12:57:07.201-07:007 and 8 monthsI am WAY behind!!<br />
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No standard doctor's appointments to give me stats. But we did have a number of sick baby doctor appointments so I can say that around 8 months, you were 21 pounds and about 26.5 inches. Chunky and short. :-)<br />
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You still take bottles about 4 times a day. Around 7 am, 11 am, 4 pm, and 7:30 pm. You also eat some form of breakfast, lunch and dinner. Usually cereal or oatmeal for breakfast, fruit for lunch, and a veggie for dinner. However, Mommy has been slacking in the baby food department and you've been pretty much eating fruits. I had been making the veggie baby food myself, and when we went on vacation, I tried getting you to eat the jarred stuff and you wouldn't have any part of it. Dang it. So now I need to catch up and make some more. You also eat random food off our plates when we go out- breads, potatoes, etc. Anything that seems pretty bland and that we can mash enough for you to eat. Restaurants are getting tricky since you would rather eat what we eat than what I'm feeding you.<br />
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You are back on track taking two good naps a day. I took us about 6 weeks after we changed you from two naps to three for you to start napping again. Goodness. But now you nap from about 9 or 9:30 to 11 or 11:30 and then 2 or 2:30 to 4 or 4:30. You sleep from around 8 pm or whenever you finish eating your 7:30 bottle and get all ready for bed to somewhere between 6:30 and 7 am usually.<br />
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You didn't really get sick at all in your 7th month, but 8- goodness gracious. You got some sort of virus that was quick and just involved a fever. And then a week later, while I was out of town with you for two weeks, you got something else (possibly RSV) which turned into bronchiolitis again which landed us at 3 urgent care visits and eventually the emergency room. You had to take steroids in the hospital since the breathing treatments weren't doing the trick, and ahhhh the effects of steroids. Which including projectile vomit and you waking up with a tummy ache at night which would cause you to scream for hours, and these terrible diaper rashes that also caused out of control screaming. It was terrible, and I felt terrible for you, and we weren't home in our own house with our own doctors. Thankfully, we are past that part now. We've been doing breathing treatments for almost 3 weeks now and you still can't seem to kick the coughing and wheezing so it's back to the doctor for us again tomorrow. I'm never leaving town without your father again. Lesson learned.<br />
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You can crawl! But you mostly won't. :-) You are such a stubborn little thing. If there's something you must have (usually an iphone), you will crawl to it. Otherwise, you'll find something closer that you can roll to. You would still much prefer that we hold your hands and help you walk. If you do crawl, you will only do the exact number of steps it takes to get to whatever you want. Typically, you'll go about 3 steps, stretch out as far as you can and grunt, trying to reach for what you want. If you absolutely still can't get it, you'll go one step further. You're starting to pull up on things. There really isn't anything in our house short enough for you to pull up on, so I've been saying every day for weeks that we need to get you a toy or something you can use. Soon! I promise.<br />
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Still not going to elaborate on the crib situation. I like you a lot more when I don't think about it. Once you get over this sickness, your little bed is going to disappear and it's the crib 100% of the time. I can't believe I've caved as long as I have.<br />
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You got your first tooth on your 8 month birthday! It's a top tooth and boy does it hurt when you bite our fingers now!<br />
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You still just love other people. It's gotten to the point that you lean towards strangers when we are out in public and make all kinds of noises to get them to notice you. If they don't, you get upset. I see this causing your mother, who really doesn't talk to strangers, to go WAY out of her comfort zone in the future when you can talk and think everyone is your friend.<br />
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You had your first pool day! You're so stinking cute.
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The last few months have been challenging for us with a new baby on the way and lots of sickness here recently for you and for me. But we wouldn't trade any of it for anything in the world. We love you Everett Charles Gilgour! Every single month we say 'this one is our favorite!' :-) And then it gets better!!<br />
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Look at you grow!<br />
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-87352858565146330772013-04-10T11:50:00.001-07:002013-04-10T11:50:37.825-07:006 months!I'm going to skip the 'time flies' blurb to spare everyone else this time. Suffice it to say, it does. <br />
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Stats:<br />
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Height 25.75 in, 16%<br />
Weight 17 lb 11.8 oz, 57%<br />
Head 17.75 in, 93%<br />
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Everett at 6 months, you:<br />
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Have now reached a level of chubby that gets a lot of comments out in public. :) You eat 4x a day now. Around 7 am, 11 am, 3:30 pm, and 7:30 pm. You also eat rice cereal and oatmeal. (Since I'm almost 2 weeks late in doing your 6 month update, you've eaten other foods now. But I'll update those next time.) You would like to be able to hold the spoon and feed yourself because we aren't quite fast enough for you. Unfortunately, you're just a tad too young. :)<br />
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You started going to bed around 7:30. Which is awesome and you still sleep great at night. But for some reason, this has really put a damper in your napping. You're getting better at it each week, but for awhile you weren't napping for more than 30-45 minutes twice a day. Which wasn't enough and you were so, so grumpy by late afternoon/evening. In theory, you nap for 2 hours in the morning (9-11ish) and 2 in the afternoon (1:30-3:30ish). But I get really excited about a rare 1.5 hour nap these days so we will see. <br />
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This was the month of the sick. You got a virus (possibly RSV), which turned into bronchiolitis, which lead to an ear infection. We did breathing treatments and antibiotics and lots of waking up at night and sadness during the day. But you're all better! Yay. <br />
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We weaned off the Prevacid this month but it didn't go well. We are back on it. <br />
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You've decided crawling isn't your thing. You sit great (although you eventually topple over, either in an attempt to reach something or because you threw yourself backwards to try to stand up or because you think it's a fun game). However, you absolutely will not stay I your belly. I'm sure crawling will come eventually but for now, one second on your belly and you roll over in protest. You'd really rather someone held your hands and helped you walk all day long. <br />
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I'm not even going to get started on the crib situation. It's not going well. <br />
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You're definitely teething. You've been cutting the same tooth in the front for awhile now. You love to chew on ice cubes. <br />
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You're really good at holding your bottle now and can get it back in yourself. If I try to help you, you grab it away from me. (You're really, really independent.) And usually wind up spraying milk all over your face. <br />
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You're such a people person. People love you when we go out because you smile at everyone who will look at you. You'll lean toward/ go to anyone. You absolutely love when people stand around and talk to you and tell you how cute you are. You soak it up. You have to be in the middle of the action all the time. You can no longer be held facing toward me, you will just wiggle yourself around until you can face out. <br />
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You are so independent, so full of personality, so strong-willed and SO much fun. You greet us with huge grins every time we go get you from your bed or when one of us gets home. We are crazy about you, little man!<br />
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You seem more and more grown up every day. Look at you go! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2NXFPgGXcKQ-Dywgk-piPupaeO1I6NBIBruf8CKQq4fl3nr-azIjxqRYqqTrCbmCo7rQ2NVu3AygUR9FZfYVmbpnzjkjk8CVZKu0PqzgnmgJinAFT9Dl-cWX0PG6vvxXOX2w2ex_oYzH/s640/blogger-image--463775897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2NXFPgGXcKQ-Dywgk-piPupaeO1I6NBIBruf8CKQq4fl3nr-azIjxqRYqqTrCbmCo7rQ2NVu3AygUR9FZfYVmbpnzjkjk8CVZKu0PqzgnmgJinAFT9Dl-cWX0PG6vvxXOX2w2ex_oYzH/s640/blogger-image--463775897.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfog4K1fSh2hnN3FF_-xRagamF-0NRhWfRGYSO0qSwNiffUkelz0Q6N1PU_XR-GN7Zxg85wXaC13cGHFZUfpW_V0pC0_4c31RCacLkHU4_Me8BxcwbWLhesfivFe3iXwujbCZZfqok6rb/s640/blogger-image--21436336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfog4K1fSh2hnN3FF_-xRagamF-0NRhWfRGYSO0qSwNiffUkelz0Q6N1PU_XR-GN7Zxg85wXaC13cGHFZUfpW_V0pC0_4c31RCacLkHU4_Me8BxcwbWLhesfivFe3iXwujbCZZfqok6rb/s640/blogger-image--21436336.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34dwzPDvDTcxYTLKK_unUN4Y9FtEb7J050L5DigHzyOgdRbSythWW1VNrtQMdiQvvo302xB14y_3TQGiVgJZhneEMcK_ecKF8BdYK7x03ECP3iipyZBi1701bULN39OFN4vBB5UHOLn13/s640/blogger-image--1701991711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34dwzPDvDTcxYTLKK_unUN4Y9FtEb7J050L5DigHzyOgdRbSythWW1VNrtQMdiQvvo302xB14y_3TQGiVgJZhneEMcK_ecKF8BdYK7x03ECP3iipyZBi1701bULN39OFN4vBB5UHOLn13/s640/blogger-image--1701991711.jpg" /></a></div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-80996292058457891702013-03-21T08:33:00.000-07:002013-03-21T08:34:09.935-07:00CurrentlyI've needed to get out of my head a little bit recently, so I've been spending more time on my guilty pleasure - reading blogs. :-)<br />
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And today, in a continued effort to distract myself, I'm linking up to <a href="http://moriahmakes.com/">Moriah's</a> blog with my own 'Currently' post.<br />
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Currently, I am:<br />
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<i>Watching</i>: my sweet Everett and his chubby cheeks on the video monitor. I can be found doing this pretty often when he's sleeping. And I'm super grateful that he's napping at the moment. We're working on changing up the schedule a bit this week so he can go to bed earlier, and he's been a champ at the nighttime sleep but he's having trouble adjusting to the daytime nap changes. Oh and he's teething. So much crying in my house this week. But good grief, I just really like him. (Annnnd in the 10 minutes it took me to write this post, he's awake, 40 minutes into his 2 hour nap. Sigh!)<br />
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<i>Listening</i>: I'm listening to the Passion 2013 album on Spotify right now. Currently Matt Redman's <i>Jesus, Only Jesus</i>. We believe that He has saved us, from sin and death once and for all...<br />
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<i>Planning</i>: Something to celebrate Patrick's birthday in the very near future. The beginning of this month and the end of last month brought with it a number of challenges in our household and his birthday basically got skipped over. I'll be making up for that very soon.<br />
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<i>Thinking about</i>: How much time I've been spending thinking about things. Ugh. On a lighter note, thinking about how we've been planning to go see Spamalot at the theater this summer with friends and that should be lots of fun. Oh, also thinking about how badly I need to update the pictures on my blog to include our little man. Just a tad bit behind...<br />
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<i>Looking forward to</i>: May. It includes my birthday, lots of time with family, trips, and hopefully a little overnight getaway with Patrick that I'm really really excited about. And looking forward to Easter. Cuz who doesn't look forward to Easter?<br />
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<i>Reading</i>: The She Reads Truth <i>Songs of Ascent</i> reading plan and the ebook <i>Be Quiet and Say Something</i> by Jessi Connolly. And <i>Arms of Deliverance</i> by Tricia Goyer.<br />
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<i>Making me happy</i>: Popsicles. Beautiful weather. A hint of summer that will bring with it lots of days at the pool. Hallelujah. 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Although I'm certain it's only been a matter of weeks, the calendar says Everett is 5 months old! I know I say this every time, but we could not be more crazy about him. <br />
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Stats (guessing on these since we won't be back at the dr. until 6 months):<br />
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Height around 25 inches, per my attempt at measuring<br />
Weight around 15 or so pounds <br />
Head not a clue. Still big. <br />
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Everett at 5 months, you:<br />
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Still love to eat. You now eat 5x a day. Around 7 am, 11:00 am, 2:45 pm, 6 pm and 8:30 pm. <br />
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You're definitely not fighting any of your naps this month. I have to wake you from at least one of them every day. <br />
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No sickness this month! Hallelujah. <br />
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You have discovered shrieking. You do it allllll day. It's a lot of shrieking. It's especially fun in public. You learned how to blow bubbles this month which was so cute. But you've now given it up in favor of shrieking. <br />
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Still have reflux. Looks like you may just not grow out of it. We will see!<br />
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You don't roll very often anymore these days but you're making good progress on scooting on your belly. You'd still much rather we never forced you on your tummy. <br />
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Still not sleeping exclusively in the crib. You've taken some successful naps there though. <br />
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You're definitely teething. You've been cutting the same tooth in the front for awhile now. You're a little fussier than usual but not too bad so far. <br />
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You started holding your own bottle this month. You can't maneuver it back in if you drop it (mostly because you are shaking with anticipation to get it back in. See: loves to eat) but you can hold it up on your own. <br />
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You've started putting your hands on our faces. This is both adorable and concerning in that its hard to tell when you're going to do it sweetly and when you're going to dig in with your fingernails. Either way, we love it. <br />
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We just love you!!! You're so precious and so full of personality and so fun. We can't get enough. <br />
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Look how you've changed!<br />
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<b>1. Have fun:</b><br />
Purchased rodeo tickets. <br />
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<b>2. Rest more on the weekends (aka get more done during the week):</b><br />
I've made a conscious effort to clean my house more during the week so that it doesn't pile up to hours of cleaning on a weekend. And bonus, the house stays clean and this makes me happy happy. <br />
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<b>3. Clean my shower more often:</b><br />
Cleaned twice in January!<br />
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<b>4. Chill out:</b><br />
I can't think of any specific examples of this, but I find myself almost every day asking myself in my head 'Does this really matter?' Sometimes I fail and still get frustrated but sometimes I don't!<br />
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<b>5. Do things with my husband that he enjoys:</b><br />
Signed up for the warrior dash in March together, ran together several times, and went for chicken fried steak on our last date night. <br />
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<b>6. Get out more during the week:</b><br />
I've reconsidered this many times this month because I'm definitely doing more of this and I'm exhausted. So we will see how that goes from here on. But I am absolutely getting out more during the day. <br />
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<b>7. Find a hobby:</b><br />
I have been consistently running since the end of 2012, training for a 5k. This is not what I had in mind in the form of a hobby but it really is one, so I'm counting it for January. Also, I've started doing some part time work from home. Just on a trial basis for now but it's something. I'd still like to take up a hobby that's not either of these things, but this is progress for now. <br />
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<b>8. As Everett gets older, be more intentional with our time:</b><br />
Yeah I still don't really have anywhere to go with this one. It does help that we get our more and he's not just staring at me all day. <br />
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<b>9. Be more consistent with my time with God:</b><br />
Have been pretty consistent in the church wide study we are doing. <br />
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<b>10. Get rid of some junk:</b><br />
Cleaned out under my sink last week. <br />
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<b>***Bonus: use gift cards and candles:</b><br />
I used 2 gift cards this month and burned several candles. I discovered I have some candles that I don't really like. However I kept them. Dang it. Two steps back on resolution 10. <br />
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All in all, feeling good about January! I guess most people continue their resolutions in January (as evidenced by the massive crowds when we went to get me new running shoes) so hopefully I keep it up!! <br />
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Everett is 4 months old. At least that's what one can assume from the details on his birth certificate. In my mind it doesn't seem possible. <br />
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Stats:<br />
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Height 24 in, 8th percentile<br />
Weight 14 lb 3 oz, 22nd percentile <br />
Head 16 3/4 in, 78th percentile<br />
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(I can assure you the 22nd percentile in weight is a deceitful little statistic. Ohh the rolls. Apparently he's chubbier cuz he's short.)<br />
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Everett at 4 months, you:<br />
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Eat. My word do you eat. Should any of us get between you and your milk when it's time to eat, WATCH OUT. 6 ounces, 5x a day, a mix of beast milk and formula. And I think 90% of it goes to your cheeks. And maybe the rest to your love handles. :) so cute. <br />
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Are really a great sleeper. You typically eat for the last time around 8:30 and then sleep until at least 7, sometimes a little earlier, sometimes later. You still take 3 naps a day, although this week you've started fighting it. But I let you cry for awhile (judge if you must, folks) and you'll go back to sleep. If I get you up, you're tired and grumpy all day and neither of us finds that particularly enjoyable. <br />
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Got sick for the first time. :( The doctor said croup but I'm not so sure. You did not have the croup cough. You had a few days of not sleeping during the day and waking up at night. But you're over that part now, although you're still kinda raspy sounding, even on day 11 of sickness. Ugh. Poor guy. <br />
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You've started waking up so happy. This is a thrilling change from waking up screaming bloody murder until you were fed. Every morning you wake up talking. You will often talk for 10 minutes or so until you start to get frustrated, and it is a perfect start to my day. <br />
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Still have reflux. It's been pretty bad this week while you've been sick. Boo. <br />
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Roll easily from tummy to back. You can roll from back to tummy, but the only time you do it is in an attempt to escape a diaper change. <br />
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Can officially get out of your little bed. This was a fun discovery. You didn't cry or make any noise, but I happened to look at the video monitor during one of your naps and you had rolled over on your tummy (still with one arm and both legs swaddled. You talented thing you) and scooted yourself down so that your head was all the way at the bottom of your bed and your legs were dangling precariously off the side. I made a mad dash to get you before you plummeted, and you've been harnessed during sleep ever since. Not ideal, but you hate the crib and I thought transitioning while you were sick and not sleeping well already wasn't good either. Very soon though. Your sleeper days are numbered. <br />
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You are all boy all the time. No time for kisses and cuddles. You will put your head on my shoulder only if you're about to fall asleep. You must be up and looking around and bouncing (while standing) always. You go nuts in the jumparoo and throw yourself all over the place. I'm mildly concerned about your brain jostling around in your head that hard. If you're laying down, you kick your feet the whole time and throw your arms up and down. You love to 'ride the horsey' and you stick your chest out and look so proud of yourself the whole time. When you get to be mobile, I am in serious trouble. <br />
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Speaking of mobile, you've got the legs part of crawling down but not so much the arms. You can scoot forward with your legs but your arms just won't follow yet. <br />
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Pretty sure teething is in our near future. You're drooling a lot and you gnaw on my fingers all day long. (You're not partial, it's just that they are always there. You will chew on anything you can get near your face.) I can feel your teeth under your gums. <br />
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You've gotten pretty good at grabbing things. You'll hold onto toys we hand you. I think you may be left handed. You suck mostly on your left thumb and you're better at grabbing with your left hand. <br />
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You belly laughed for the first time this week. At Aunt Raine. Who is obviously much more funny than we are since she's the only one you've laughed at real hard like that. <br />
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You've gotten into a favorite sleep position. You turn your head to the left, stick your left thumb in your mouth and stick your right hand on your right ear, then you just suck away until you fall asleep. You prefer sleeping on your left side but the harness is preventing that at the moment. <br />
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Your little personality is showing so much these days and we just love it. You definitely won't be our calm, quiet, reserved little guy. Can't wait to see it more and more. We love you so much!!! <br />
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Look how you have changed in 4 months!<br />
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Exhibit of constant movement, making it hard to take pictures that aren't blurry, below:<br />
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And then a sleepy photo, just for the sake of cuteness. Excuse me while I stop typing this to squeeze those cheeks. <br />
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And so I never forget how adorable it is that you always sleep with your left thumb in your mouth, even if I have to catch it on the monitor because you refuse to sleep with me holding you (except for after your shots and I have to be honest, it makes my heart so happy to cuddle, even if it is because of shots)<br />
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I put that verse on our Christmas card this year and it has come to my mind so often in the past year. We found out we were expecting almost exactly a year ago, and what a journey it has been. I could not be more grateful for the love and support of friends and family through this process. We have been loved so well by them. We have been showered with gifts, brought meals, encouraged with words and emails and texts and on Facebook ... Oh my. <br />
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One of the best things I have experienced through this is other moms, who I respect, that don't pretend to be parenting and living perfectly. Who don't look at me like an insane person when I'm honest about how hard this is. Who constantly check up on me and admit their own struggles. I think Facebook photos are great, and they have their place, and I love to be able to stay in touch and connected that way. But no one posts pictures of their screaming baby at 3 am, or of themselves crying at 3 am because they have a screaming baby. Or of the argument they got in with their spouse at 3 am while all this was going on. So sometimes when you are really struggling, it's easy to look at other people's Facebook lives and feel like an utter failure. And I'm so grateful for people in my life who share the messy, sometimes ugly, scary parts of life that aren't Facebook photo worthy. And yes, often when 3 am passes and it's daylight again, you can laugh at your crazy sleep- deprived self. But sometimes in those crazy moments, it makes all the difference to know there are other people with the same crazy. So for that knowledge, I'm so grateful. <br />
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Also, I can't go without saying that I absolutely would not have made it through this without Patrick. To say that he is supportive doesn't begin to do him justice. When I completely lost my cool with our 6 day old baby and had to go sit out on the back porch (in just a t shirt), he did not look at me like I was nuts. In the moments when I really didn't think I could do this, he had perfectly encouraging words every single time. When I mourned the way our marriage had changed overnight (even though it's a GOOD change, it was a hard one), he agreed with me and encouraged me and told me how important I was to him at all the right times. When I looked at him when we got home from the hospital and said 'Why did we do this again?' he did not tell me I was a terrible mom for saying that. And when I cried pretty much every day for at least 2 weeks, he hugged me and told me he thought it was hard too and that I was doing so great and that Everett was so lucky to have me as his mom. (Which in that moment may not have been completely true, but it was exactly what I needed.) :)<br />
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I think things that are really hard, even if they are things that are so good, tend to magnify what you already have. It turns out I have a solid marriage, and extremely awesome family and friends. And until this, I probably wouldn't have known how awesome. <br />
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The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. Even at 3 am. Which, you my have noticed, is when this is being posted. :)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-19102210272277948142013-01-09T09:25:00.001-08:002013-01-10T08:07:36.283-08:00New Years ResolutionsI won't even say anything about why I'm late with these. Comes with the territory. <br />
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I have a hard time with resolutions for a lot of reasons. One is that I lack discipline. (In some areas. In others, I have great discipline. I am a strict rule follower so if it feels like a rule, I have perfect discipline. But if it feels like cleaning my shower, well, not a chance.) The other is that a lot of resolutions seem dumb. Yes, I could resolve to create a life management binder with three months worth of meals planned out and 92 books I want to read and a strict workout regimen and cleaning schedule, but the truth is that is setting myself up for failure so I am not doing that. Although my husband would probably enjoy a bit more organization and home cooked meals around here. The other issue I have is really- who cares?? Life management binders have their place but in the grand scheme of things- who really cares if I stick perfectly to running so many times a week and making a certain number of meals? Apparently I don't care enough to do it, so I'm not. This year, my resolutions look a little different. <br />
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1. Have fun. I tend to be a bit of a homebody sometimes. I love to sit by my fireplace with my husband and watch TV or read. And I don't intend to stop doing that. But Patrick likes a little more adventure than that, and we have a child now who probably will too. So in 2013, I'd like to do more fun, dare I say spontaneous even, things. I have no specific plan for this. And I'm ok with that. (And really I feel like I've taken a step in the right direction already by deciding to go to the rodeo even though my first thought was 'Ugh, so many crowds and long lines and you have to take a shuttle, and you are there for so. many. hours. etc etc. See? I'm loads of fun!)<br />
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2. Rest more on the weekends. Basically, this is a resolve to get more done during the week because stuff has to be done. But it currently all gets piled up on the weekends and then everyone is tired when it's time to start the week over. Not in 2013!!<br />
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3. Clean my shower more often. (See above.) I don't have to work too hard at this due to the fact that I will not even admit here how many times I have ever cleaned our shower and let's just say, you can tell. Yes, it was left in a state of disrepair by the previous owners but either way. I must contribute more to it's cleanliness. Again, no specifics. Just do more. <br />
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4. Chill out. Part of me has been forced to chill out some since having a baby because if anything says 'you have no control over this situation', it's often parenthood. But part of me is even more uptight since having a baby. He is on a great schedule, and I absolutely love that. It means he is awake and asleep for the right amount of time during the day and I know what our days look like and he is usually a good night sleeper. (Yes, I realize a lot of that is just the luck of the draw. Some babies just aren't great sleepers.) But because he now sleeps at night, and this sleeping mama is a happy mama, I guard that nighttime sleep with my life. I'm fairly certain that starting a nap 8 minutes early won't result in 18 years of sleepless nights. And also, his father allowing more foam in his bottle than I do won't cause his intestines to spontaneously combust. So while I've learned to simmer down about things like putting on make up and saying in my pajamas for 3 days, there are some other areas in which I could really stand to chill out. <br />
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5. Do things with my husband that he enjoys. I almost didn't put this on here because I knew he would read it. It could still be a resolution without me telling him, right? Plus I have zero interest in mountain biking, which is his latest love. So let it be known that this is not a resolve to take up cycling. But if he wants to drive 45 minutes to some dive with great chicken fried steak that he saw on TV, I should be able to get on board with that every now and then. (Success #1: I've already agreed to go to a bike race the weekend of his birthday. Progress, people!)<br />
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6. Get out more during the week. Now that my boy lets me sleep, I can carry on true conversations again and there is no reason for me to stay home as much as I do. (See: 'chill out' and 'have fun.') I backed off from most of my responsibilities and quit my job when Everett was born. I think those were all good decisions as I needed that time. But I don't need it anymore. Time to get back out there! (Not in the 'online dating' sort of way.) I'm going to combine this with 'be a better friend.' Like, send some snail mail notes, check on people more often, etc. I feel like I've taken a bit of a hiatus from live since I went on bed rest and it's time for that to end. <br />
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7. Find a hobby. Since I quit my job, I have found that I need to have some other purpose in my life besides feeding and tickling a baby. Not that I mean to discount those things in any way because I absolutely love them and I am SO grateful that I get to do them. But I need something else. I was telling Patrick the other day that I haven't loved any of the Advent studies that I've done the last couple years and he said 'Why don't you write your own?' Good question. Maybe I will! Well, maybe I won't do that, but I love to read and write and research (I know, I told you. Loads of fun.) so maybe I will do something along those lines. Either way, I need a hobby. <br />
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8. As Everett gets older, be more intentional with our time. I have to be careful with goals like this because I'm such a perfectionist that I need to see results. So I don't mean that I resolve to have the first 6 month old who can read. And even for the rest of 2013, he's young enough that he's not going to remember anything we do later in life. But still, I would like to find a way to be more intentional. (Probably I feel this way because it has rained an average of 99% of the last month and I haven't been able to take him outside much and I'm going a tad bit insane.)<br />
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9. Be more consistent with my time with God. Notice I didn't say every single day. I've got to be realistic. I realize that's ideal but right now, I'll just take progress as progress. (Yes this should have been my #1. Let's pretend we are working backwards.)<br />
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10. I feel like I need to add a 10th to round it out because 9 resolutions seems weird. So I'm resolving to get rid of some junk. We have already done a lot of that around here in the last couple weeks but it seems like we still just have so much stuff. We have stuff in the garage and all of our closets that we never use. This year, I'd like to go through and find a place for what we do use and get rid of what we don't. We need to do a better job of managing our stuff and our money. (Another thing that slipped through the cracks during pregnancy/ early mommyhood.)<br />
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***Oh and I'm adding in a random one here: use gift cards. I have a stack of gift cards coupled with some random fear of running completely out of money and having to purchase Ann Taylor Loft dresses and somehow turn them into food. Also, use candles. I seem to hoard those as well and I LOVE burning candles. <br />
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There you have it! Most of the people who read this know me really well and see me living day to day, so you will all know if I succeed at any of these in 2013! <br />
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-78622569196262489292012-12-31T23:12:00.001-08:002012-12-31T23:25:52.083-08:003 months3 months!<br />
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I am doing much better this month at getting this out relatively close to on time. Everett turned 3 months on the 28th. <br />
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At 3 months, Everett...<br />
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-Babbles much more frequently and gurgles some. He also has started going 'ayayayayay' when he is semi-crying which I think is so funny. <br />
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-Celebrated his first Christmas!<br />
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-Smiles big gummy smiles all the time. He's getting so close to giggling too. I. Love. This. <br />
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-Eats 5-6 ounces 5 times a day. Typically 6 ounces in the morning around 7, then 5 ounces at 11:00 or 11:30, 2:30, 5:30 and 8:30. Still a combo of breast milk and formula. <br />
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-Is such a great sleeper. He typically sleeps from after his 8:30 pm bottle to 7 am or so. He's in a really predictable routine right now. He takes a long nap in the morning but usually he wakes up, is awake for around an hour and a half, and then starts to get sleepy and naps for about an hour and a half. <br />
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-Still loves being held but tolerates more and more alone time. He will play alone for short periods of time during the first hour he's awake. The last half hour before nap time, not so much. He likes to play in his swing, laying under his mobile, and in his jumperoo even though he's way too small for it. Still no luck on getting him to transition from his little rocker bed to a crib. <br />
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-No idea about length and weight. I do know he has thunder thighs. :)<br />
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-Three months was not the magic ticket to no reflux for us but it's definitely much improved. <br />
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-Has mastered getting his thumb in his mouth and it definitely soothes him. The only problem now is that he sometimes gags himself with it.<br />
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-Tolerates a couple minutes of tummy time before crying ensues. He rolled over this week!!<br />
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-Still sticks his tongue out most of the day. <br />
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-His favorite activity is standing up in your lap and bouncing up and down. Preferably right on your bladder. <br />
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Enjoy some pics! We are absolutely loving this age!<br />
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Now, the tricky part is for me to remember the things he was doing at 2 months since he does a lot more stuff now. I did take the picture right at 2 months this time though, which is great success if you ask me. (I actually wrote a post for this on his 2 month birthday and then when I added the picture, Blogger deleted the writing. And I didn't have it in me to post again. And apparently it took 3 weeks for me to work up the energy to re-post. Which makes blogging very similar to running. It takes me at least 3 weeks to find interest in running after I've done it once.)<br />
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At 2 months, Everett...<br />
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-Babbles more and more<br />
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-Took his first official trip to Aggieland while his daddy was home over Thanksgiving. Whoop.<br />
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-Has totally mastered the baby smile, but it's still pretty hard to come by. You really have to entertain him well to get a full-face baby smile, but when you do, it's the very best part of your day. Promise.<br />
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-Eats a lot. This kid loooooves his milk. He cries every time it's taken away (unless he's mostly asleep), no matter how much he eats. He eats about 4 ounces per feeding, 6 times a day, a combination of formula and breast milk. (Sorry, for those of you uninterested or creeped out by that- some of this is just for me to remember.)<br />
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-Is such a great sleeper. He typically goes from about 10:30 pm to 6 am or so. Sometimes a little bit longer than that, sometimes a little bit less. I am so very much happier to be getting really good sleep these days. He's also in a pretty good routine now, so most of our days (schedule-wise) look pretty much the same. This makes my heart happy. Mommy hates change.<br />
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-Is generally perfectly content as long as he's being held, but he's starting to enjoy some self-play more often. He loves anything with a mobile - his play mat, swing, or even the mobile in his crib. (Although he despises sleeping in his crib. We'll get to that in the 3 month update. Try to go on normally with your lives until then, despite your excitement.)<br />
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-Is now gaining weight like a champ. At his 2 month appointment, he was in the 15th percentile for weight (10 lb 10 oz), 52nd percentile for height (24 in) and 80th percentile for head circumference. Yep, 80th. He's got a big ole head.<br />
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-Is still having reflux, but it's definitely getting better. The medicine he's on keeps it from burning so it doesn't make him cry, and it seems to happen less often. Come on, three months, when it's supposed to just about go away.<br />
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-Is mitten-free and boy does he love his thumbs. Good grief. He doesn't usually scratch himself anymore now, so he's allowed to have free rein over sticking those thumbs in his mouth. And he does so every time they happen to find their way in. He still han't mastered getting them in there on his own, so it still only happens by chance. Which apparently is extremely upsetting when you're 2 months old and have such a fondness for your thumbs.<br />
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-The paci has lost some of its power. He really prefers his thumbs. It still works sometimes though so I never leave the house without one.<br />
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-Remember my comment about loving to be on his belly? Things change. He'll nap there if he's already out, but for the most part he naps in his own bed almost every time now so it's not really an option. He's not a fan of tummy time when he's awake, although at 2 months, we had only done it once or twice.<br />
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-Still loves to stick that tongue out.<br />
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-Is finally slowing down on the doctor's visits. All is well with the weight gain (finally - after 6 weeks) so we went to a normal doctor schedule. And no more specialists. Except a small circumcision issue that we'll have to address. Poor little guy.<br />
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-The milk belly expansion has slowly spread elsewhere. His thighs are filling out as well as his cheeks. Oh those cheeks! I just love them. I kiss them approximately 4.2 million times per day.<br />
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I love love love love this kid. (See below the massive change from one to two months. Oh my word. So much cheeks.)<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-21796546508424682482012-11-17T06:29:00.001-08:002012-11-17T14:57:53.724-08:00Poop and circumstanceI keep having people say things like 'you seem to be handling the parenting transition so well' and 'you look like you have it all together.' <br />
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Apparently I am really good at the 'fake it til you make it' approach because neither of those statements are true. <br />
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Exhibit A: yesterday morning, I had a pretty serious to-do list. Everett is 7 weeks old (yesterday) and for the first 6 weeks, I didn't try to accomplish anything other than eating regularly and showering most days and keeping us both alive. But life is happening again now, and yesterday I needed to at least start cleaning my house for various things we have coming up and go to the grocery store, along with a few other things. The grocery store was first up on the list after I fed E in the morning. I have discovered that, because my life revolves around when he needs to eat again, I only get so much time between feedings and in order to maximize my time I must be completely prepared to leave the house before I wake him up from a nap. The key is for me to be dressed, have everything needed for both of us in the car, and then wake him up, feed, change diaper and stick in car so I get the full amount of time before we start the process over. <br />
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So after I woke him up and fed him this particular time, I was hurrying to change his diaper (which is really where the laughing should begin) and get him in the car. I knew this was going to be a unpleasant diaper by the smell and by the fact that he had stopped eating several times to concentrate. And I was right. So I started getting him all cleaned up and while I was trying to hold him down with one hand and clean him up with the other, I heard him start making a smacking noise with his lips. I looked up and he was peeing straight into his mouth. And then, in my attempt to quickly get him to stop licking pee off his face, I smeared a wipe that had poop on it right on his face. <br />
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Needless to say, I do not have it all together. And I put all that in writing because I feel like moms are constantly looking at other moms thinking that said other mom has it more 'together'. So I just want to set the record straight that when it comes to me, that's not the case. On the other hand, the amount of understanding from other moms is glorious. Yesterday, the woman behind me in line at HEB took the groceries out of my cart for me. She said she had 5 kids and knew what it was like to have your hands full. <br />
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I will leave you with an adorable picture of my sweet boy who hates tummy time, but I captured a moment of cuteness before the crying ensued. And another cute picture just because.<br />
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Happy 1st Halloween, little man! You're the cutest little lion of all time.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-59580835781192171112012-11-05T14:29:00.000-08:002012-11-05T14:29:15.780-08:001 month old!!Well part of me feels like 'where did the time go??' and part of me feels like this has been the longest month of my life. :-) But despite the lack of sleep and all the other challenges we've had, this has been by far the best month of our lives.<br />
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Everett is ONE MONTH old!!! (Ok, he's 5 weeks old and I took this picture when he was 5 weeks, but that's pretty much how things go for me, so we might as well start out with honesty!)<br />
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A lot of this is going to just be for me to remember in the future, so if you're bored out of your mind reading this and stop here at this cute picture, I'm not offended!<br />
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In the first month of life, Everett:<br />
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Had (and still has) some serious trouble gaining weight. We are still trying to figure out exactly what's going on with that. As of his 5 week appointment, he weighed 7 lb 7 ounces, which was one ounce above his birth weight. So we will be going back to the doctor on Thursday (again... for the 5th time... they know us by name now!) to check the weight again. He only gained one ounce last week (they are supposed to gain one ounce a day) which I can not figure out because he ate a lot more last week than usual but oh well. We'll figure it out. I really like his pediatrician so that helps with all this.<br />
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Has 'silent' reflux. Meaning that he has reflux but it doesn't come all the way up. So it burns on the way up and then on the way back down. Poor guy. You can tell when this is bothering him. We are trying Prevacid right now and just increased the dosage so I'm really hoping that starts helping. <br />
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Has some trouble breathing when he eats and sometimes when he sleeps. It scares me to death when I can hear him struggling to breathe while he's sleeping but the doctors don't seemed too worried. Apparently it can be a flap in his esophagus that just needs to develop further, and there's nothing to be done about that, or it can be related to the reflux. We're still working on figuring that out too. The great news is that they sent us to a pediatric cardiologist to make sure it was nothing major and his heart is perfect. :-) So in 5 weeks of life, Everett has been to the pediatrician 5 times, and to see a cardiologist and ENT, as well as had his tongue clipped in the hospital by a pediatric surgeon. Poor little guy! <br />
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Can just about full-on smile!! This is my absolute favorite thing. (Ok this didn't happen in the first month, it happened in the last week, but still.) I have to make a complete fool out of myself to get him to do it, and he still only smiles with the right side of his mouth, but he's so close! And he looks right at my eyes now and follows me with his eyes when I'm walking around. So fun!<br />
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Loves to lay on his belly. Sometimes (if he's next to me on the couch or something - don't worry) I lay him on his tummy to nap.<br />
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Loves the swing! I can only leave him in there for about 15 minutes before he falls asleep, but he'll sit in there happily and watch the mobile, so it gives me a little bit of 'awake' time where he's occupied. He does not like to be left alone and not held, so I'm limited in what to do with him during the day when he's not sleeping (unless I want to listen to him cry).<br />
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Is really good at holding his head up. He loves to be held upright and look around.<br />
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Loves the paci. I was a little worried he had stopped loving it, but we switched to a different kind and we're in love again. Phew. I really like having that to soothe him, especially when we're out.<br />
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Loves to be outside, especially if one of us is wearing him. <br />
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Is a really, really good sleeper. He'll usually give me 6-7 hours between two of his feedings at night. (We only go 2.5-3 hours during the day.) We're working on getting into a better routine during the day/night so I can better predict when he'll be up. The problem is that when he wakes up early in the morning, I feed him and stick him back in bed so I can get more sleep. :-) If I actually had a 'wake up' time that I stuck to, I think we'd be in better shape but so far I haven't been able to talk myself into staying up in the morning yet. He slept 5 hours for the first time before he was 2 weeks old.<br />
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Had a couple really rough days where his days and nights were mixed up. We wound up letting him finally cry after that so he could figure out that he had to sleep some at night, and crying it out with him was an absolute disaster. He wound up crying for about 24 solid hours and we wound up feeling like the worst parents ever. Thankfully we're past that and sleeping good (usually) at night and still napping pretty good (usually) during the day.<br />
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Is so. stinking. cute. He's got a milk belly now, but he's still super skinny everywhere else. He has really long fingers and toes, and lots of extra skin to grow into! He loves to cuddle, which we take advantage of quite a bit. He loves to be swaddled, and we're still making him wear mittens because he sticks his thumbs in his mouth and the rest of his fingers either in his eyes or dug into his face. (He is NOT a fan of this mittens! He tried hard to suck on his hands through them.) We just love discovering all the sweet little parts of his personality and watching him learn to interact a little bit. He's started to sort of coo at us, and he's developed this pitiful, 'someone pay attention to me' cry that is clearly different from his 'I'm furious' cry. There is a serious learning curve to being first-time parents but we are loving it. <br />
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Can't wait to see what's in the months to come!!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09459896424129537735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-78042417495790680482012-10-16T13:55:00.000-07:002012-10-16T13:55:22.277-07:00Family of ThreeWell we are officially a family of three. :-) Little Everett made his arrival on September 28th and made us parents!<br />
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Isn't he perfect? It's been a challenging few weeks but we think he's pretty great. I think we heard about nine bajillion times before he was born that having kids will change your life dramatically. I think it's just like everything else in life - no one can really explain it to you until you do it. It certainly changes your life in an instant. But I don't think you can really understand in what ways until you do it. And of course Patrick and I, being the low maintenance, low expectations kind of people that we are, always adapt to change perfectly right from the beginning. :-) <br />
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But really, he is a fabulous dad. And although I've already put this picture on every other form of social media I could find, I will put it here as well.<br />
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More blogging to come!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-6428074530123774982012-04-08T06:13:00.001-07:002012-04-08T06:13:38.234-07:00In Christ AloneWe sang that song at our wedding, and that is one reason it will always hold a special place in my heart. The other (and significantly more important) reason is this:<br />
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And as He stands in victory<br />
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me<br />
For I am His and He is mine<br />
Bought with the precious blood of Christ<br />
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I listened to an old podcast by Ben Stuart this morning and he was saying that a lot of times our response to the fact that 'He is risen!' is 'Yeah ok.' So may we spend this Easter with a true response of excitement for the fact that we serve the one and only God who is risen, and an appreciation for the sacrifices it took to get there. <br />
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Happy Easter friends! He is risen! <br />
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And speaking of weddings... Congratulations to Elijah and Krista! We are so excited for you!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-68169595906117196602011-11-13T06:28:00.000-08:002011-11-13T07:15:54.445-08:00Compassion InternationalRemember that time I had a blog? I feel like I'm always thinking 'as soon as I get through _____ I'll have time to breathe.' And then whatever I was working on is over and the next thing is right behind it. Thus completely ignoring the blog.<br /><br />But that's not at all the point of this post. I have been surrounded by Compassion International lately. Our church church is extremely missions-oriented. They partner with Compassion and many, many others. Recently there was a woman who came and spoke at our church that was a Compassion child and now works in social services in Atlanta. It was extremely touching and she just couldn't say enough about how much she valued the people who sponsored her. My mom and sister went to El Salvador over the summer with Compassion and got to meet their Compassion family. The children (and families of the children) who are sponsored through Compassion are SO, so grateful. Our pastor went on one of many trips with them several years back and as soon as he entered the home of one family, they went and showed him an old microwave that they had painted and were using as storage in their house, and it was the place where they kept their letters from their Compassion sponsors. It was the first thing they showed him when he arrived, their most prized possession. The woman who spoke at our church said the same thing. She lived for letters from her sponsors. <br /><br />This is Sterline.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__zwHoFqYD5KLA68u2nUGKttRrwF6Ebt-lfozrm0WR4W0ksrgMtTjVoqPkKA97wDUZ8sjqTqQtsyuOQkeWC_NCyq-pbnC1A8vEOUrIWTiQEuTg76u233vgD-7NqLsJhK39seviyRG_Spn/s1600/sterline.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__zwHoFqYD5KLA68u2nUGKttRrwF6Ebt-lfozrm0WR4W0ksrgMtTjVoqPkKA97wDUZ8sjqTqQtsyuOQkeWC_NCyq-pbnC1A8vEOUrIWTiQEuTg76u233vgD-7NqLsJhK39seviyRG_Spn/s320/sterline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674487862337631954" border="0" /></a>Patrick and I have sponsored her for years now. We try to do a good job of writing her fairly regularly, but I really want to do a better job of writing more often. (Especially since Compassion now lets you send emails and upload pictures online to send to your sponsored child. I really have absolutely no excuse not to do it.) Sterline lives in Haiti, near Port Au Prince. Luckily, she lived through all the destruction in her area. Well ok, we know it's not luck, but we won't go there right now. That, again, is not the point of this. The things that gets me about Sterline is the things that she writes to us. When I look at our lives compared to hers, the difference is honestly ridiculous. When we think of things that are going on with us to write her about, if we think about it in the same way we would be sending an email to a friend, it's typically things like a vacation we recently went on, or updates we're making to our house, or Patrick is training for a marathon, or whatever. There is absolutely nothing wrong with any of those things.<br /><br />However, on our honeymoon, we sent her a postcard from Maui because we were thinking of her. She loved it and said it was beautiful. And that she had never seen the beach. Y'all. She lives in Haiti, which is an island. Not far from Port Au Prince, which is ON the water. And she has never seen the beach. She has never left her little village. She ended her letter by stating that her parents were having trouble getting work and then asked 'is there poverty in your country?'<br /><br />Here's the thing. I don't think there's anything wrong with us telling her about our lives, the way they really are. I don't think that we're flaunting how wonderful our lives are to her, and I don't think she's ever felt that we are. I think she likes to hear about the things we do. I don't think she was trying to be rude when she ended a letter about our vacation asking if there was poverty in our country. She was 9. But of course she wonders that... of course she wonders how in the world there could be poverty in a country full of Americans who can afford to sponsor Compassion children and go on vacations. Of course she wonders that... when we give her money at Christmas, she uses it to buy rice. When I get gift cards or money of any kind, it's a given that it won't be used on a necessity. It's a gift. In my world, gifts are for luxuries. In hers, they are for eating. <br /><br />Again, I don't think there is anything fundamentally wrong with us taking vacations or buying things or whatever. I don't think there's anything wrong with sharing things that excite us with our Compassion kids. But her description of her life, and her wonder at a vacation, is a sobering reminder of how much they need us. And when we think about how much money to give her for Christmas, or her birthday, or just in general, it's good to remember she's going to use it for food. And when I get an email asking if I'd like to consider visiting my Compassion child, and my first thought is that no, I really have no interest in visiting Haiti, it's a very good reminder that in fact it does not matter one bit whether I'd like to visit Haiti. It matters that I know it would change my life to see Sterline in her life. And the fact that her sponsors would come to Haiti to visit her would hopefully speak to her about how much she really does matter to us. That even though she is one of MANY children living in poverty in Haiti, she <span style="font-style: italic;">matters</span>. In reality, we aren't just sponsoring Sterline. We're feeding her parents as well. When she needs medicine, it comes from Compassion. When she hears about Jesus, it comes from Compassion. She has stated in every last letter we have gotten from her that she is praying for us. We get updates every now and then about Sterline, and sometimes she is a 'below average' student. But she loves Jesus and she prays and that matters a LOT more than being an 'above average' student. I think I have a lot to learn from Sterline. <br /><br />I know there's not a huge following on this blog, especially since I haven't used it in so long. But in case you stumble upon it, please PLEASE consider sponsoring a child through Compassion. There are so many kids waiting on sponsors. It's not terribly expensive, and many of them literally need it to survive. Everyone who has an experience with Compassion International reaffirms that they are doing amazing things around the world, and they are using their resources in the best way possible. It's a very well-respected organization. Please consider sponsoring, and if you do, please remember to write to your child. <br /><br />And that is all! Maybe I'll blog again before 2013.Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-42383913110348869662011-08-31T20:55:00.000-07:002011-08-31T21:08:58.646-07:00Show Us Your Life- CrockpotapaloozaI'm not typically one for linking up on here (and by not typically, I mean never), but I love this recipe to such a ridiculous degree, I can't pass up the chance to share. So I'm linking to <a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2011/08/crockpotalooza.html">Kelly's Korner's Crockpotapalooza</a>.
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<br />This is my go-to 'someone had a baby' or 'someone got sick' or 'I really like you' dish. It's so, SO easy. And delicious. And I just had cereal for dinner and I am REALLY wishing I had this now!
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<br />4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves
<br />2 tablespoons butter
<br />2 (10.75 ounce) cans condensed cream of chicken soup
<br />A few shakes of onion powder
<br />2 (10 ounce) packages refrigerated biscuit dough, torn into pieces
<br />1 (14 oz) can chicken broth
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<br />Place the chicken, butter, soup, and onion powder in a slow cooker, and cover with chicken broth.
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<br /></div><div>Don't skip this recipe. I promise.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Happy crockpot cooking!</div>Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-38116907960480270672011-07-06T15:49:00.001-07:002011-07-06T16:01:58.677-07:00OBXWe went on vacation last week with 21 of my family members. Honestly I had some slight concerns that it wouldn't measure up to our Cancun trip last year (LOVED Cancun!) but I have to say I think it did. I love my extended family and wish we could see them more often, so to have them all in one place for 8 days was really, really fun times.<br /><br />We went to the Outer Banks in North Carolina and I would recommend that place to anyone. It's awesome.<br /><br />There are about 9234890 pictures to be seen, but here's a pic of the cousins with my grandparents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxRIQMLvebIBt4imU0Fnmj8hAtVcOPZF9y1ijB4-qFhtmahOWeKpREi9rVOXrMPdkv9FlDxLwH-RQmB8eEr1F3Lli0ioxk3dlhBdZO411d95bX4jy_yLq894jO9UkW8EGx0G0Ee2DuAo3/s1600/obx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxRIQMLvebIBt4imU0Fnmj8hAtVcOPZF9y1ijB4-qFhtmahOWeKpREi9rVOXrMPdkv9FlDxLwH-RQmB8eEr1F3Lli0ioxk3dlhBdZO411d95bX4jy_yLq894jO9UkW8EGx0G0Ee2DuAo3/s320/obx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626378346977376626" /></a><br /><br />Wish I was there right now!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-30831464062523135602011-06-13T17:06:00.001-07:002011-06-13T17:31:05.898-07:00the not-so-million-dollar questionYou know how when you're like in 5th grade, and you're trying to figure out what you wanna be when you grow up, that silly test they have you take asks you 'if money was not an obstacle, what would you want to do?' And typically you wind up being like a stargazer or a trash collect or something?<br /><br />(Insert quote from The West Wing regarding the importance of trash collectors in society.)<br /><br />Well if we all started living on monopoly money or it grew on trees or something, I would hang out with teenagers every day. Patrick and I returned from youth camp last night. I. love. camp. Truthfully, there are very few places I would rather be than at youth camp. Returning is the pits. Except of course that it means I don't have to sleep in those terrible beds anymore. Or eat the food. But other than that.<br /><br />The speaker was really good, the kids responded to him well, and I personally thoroughly enjoyed myself. The thing about youth camp is that when I describe it without being there, it sounds terrible. Tons of time outside in the heat. Bunk beds that are specially created by camps all over the country to be the least comfortable thing imaginable. Tons of fried food for lunch when it's over 100 degrees outside. A camp staff that is less than spectacular and ridiculous rules galore. Having something on my schedule from 7 am to midnight. Never fails, a clogged toilet every single year. (This year's was especially yucky. That's all you need to know.)<br /><br />I mean it really doesn't sound all that enjoyable. It's a hot, jam-packed, often gross, exhausting time. But throw in some teenagers and some water games and you've got yourself a party. I absolutely love it. My face hurts from laughing so hard by the end of it.<br /><br />And just because I've been so severely lacking in the picture department, here are two of the reasons I love it so much:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GfSAt4Kqt-9q4QzZvM8jJwN54Ybg07bNdtrVdyyo7h2Ycyh2MhVt5LZB8oFnY0SbWsRHeM-HvhuFbG-jJvp9GVDDOjlYgsoYQWrdz44IWneYDX0VzWKq1Lt7NwaJTA9UsAgndnsBt3xa/s1600/becky+courtney+maddie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GfSAt4Kqt-9q4QzZvM8jJwN54Ybg07bNdtrVdyyo7h2Ycyh2MhVt5LZB8oFnY0SbWsRHeM-HvhuFbG-jJvp9GVDDOjlYgsoYQWrdz44IWneYDX0VzWKq1Lt7NwaJTA9UsAgndnsBt3xa/s320/becky+courtney+maddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617866094762458770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Happy summer, folks! I hope you get to go to camp!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-32675218956873218242011-05-15T11:50:00.000-07:002011-05-15T12:06:06.175-07:00What the heck have we been up to lately?Everything. :-)<br /><br />I went on yet another blogging sabbatical, I know. Life just got crazy here. I didn't want to blog about this before it was over since I figured posting that I was home alone constantly on the world wide web was not a fabulous idea, but we're in the clear now I'm free to blog. <br /><br />Patrick wound up on a project this year that had him traveling every week. For 16 weeks. You read that right. It has been extremely challenging, and I can't say I handled the situation with grace and patience. I CAN say that it makes me value the time he is home so, so much more. I never would have known how I take that for granted until I couldn't take it for granted anymore. :-) But thanks goodness, it is finally over. We're back in the same city with some fun trips in our future, and I'm excited. <br /><br />It's graduation season around here also. Our sweet 12th graders that we work with at church are all graduating, so graduation stuff is going on all around us. I'm excited for them, but I can't believe this has actually come. Not sure what I'm going to do with myself next year! I intend to stay in denial until August when they actually leave. Very much my style.<br /><br />Patrick is wrapping up his Team in Training season and heads to the Grand Canyon next week. I can't believe it's the middle of May already! It seems like every year goes by faster and faster. I'll be joining him in Arizona this year so that should be a good time. I hiked with him yesterday morning for 6 miles and let's just say that I will be feeling that for a good while.<br /><br />My mom turned 50 a few days ago, so we went to a birthday party for her last night. It was quite fun! And we're headed out next month to vacation with her family at the beach. Hooray for vacation! You know how I love a good beach!<br /><br />Patrick's grandmother has been in town this past week so we've gotten to spend some time with her. That's been really nice. We definitely wish we could see our extended family more often. We said goodbye to her this morning, but we plan to get up to see her in the next few months and that will be nice.<br /><br />So life is crazy busy here at the Gilgour household (which seems to be the norm for us at this stage of our lives), but it's (mostly) fun stuff so we'll take it. It seems like every weekend we've got 7 places to be. Today we've made two stops and have two to go. I'm currently relaxing for another hour or so before we hit up stop number three. But really, it's all things we really want to do and places we really want to go, so we can't complain. We have wonderful friends and family that we wouldn't trade for the world.<br /><br />Sorry that was a totally lame catch up with no pictures, and I am going to make another statement that I plan to blog more often and hope for the best. :-)<br /><br />Happy Sunday!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-5616953216993405662011-04-03T17:55:00.001-07:002011-04-03T18:27:01.393-07:00A little bit of crud and a lot a bit of goodnessHow did it get to be April already?! I mean, other than March ending. Of course. Seriously, time just goes by faster and faster.<br /><br />Aside from the fact that I'm currently fighting what I believe to be a sinus infection (and really that's what I'm hoping for, since it's not contagious), I've had a lovely weekend. <br /><br />Patrick came home from Dallas early on Thursday which was SO wonderful. We spent the whole evening together just hanging out and it was so nice.<br /><br />Friday I got to meet sweet, sweet <a href="http://themengersponge.blogspot.com/">Emily June</a> (before I was sick) which was awesome. She is so beautiful. And I got to have lunch with my husband. And then I got to spend the evening with some of my very favorite high school girls at a girls night out (and some of my very favorite my-own-age girls who came too). It was a really fun night.<br /><br />Saturday I was feeling bad so we just laid low. Patrick and I spent pretty much the whole day and night together and it was wonderful. He's taken great care of me. I sadly had to skip out on church and small group today which I hate. But again, I got to spend the day with my husband. And just hanging out without doing anything for 2 days is really not something we get to do often, so I'm happy to look for the silver lining in that.<br /><br />One of the very exciting things we did this weekend was book our flights to Arizona for May. I'll be joining him at the Grand Canyon this year which should be interesting. :-) I'm sure it will be fun. I was listening to KSBJ in the car this afternoon (during the 12 seconds I spent out of the house). They were talking about marriage and somehow they got on the topic of how some people have this idea of the perfect person that they want to marry and they think that if they meet someone who doesn't measure up to one of those standards, they'll feel like they settled. I was thinking that if Patrick had sat down to write one of those lists that defined his 'perfect person', she probably would have been someone who loved the outdoors. So it's a really good thing that marriage doesn't so much work like that. (Insert plug for the book <a href="http://www.garythomas.com/sacred-marriage">Sacred Marriage</a>. It's fabulous.) The truth is that I don't even come to close to a person who loves the outdoors and "adventure." I know you're all absolutely shocked as you read this, what with my extremely adventurous history. And I know this is totally random, but as I listened to that I was thinking about how I'm very glad that Patrick doesn't think he "settled" since I don't so much fit into his "list." Plus, now that I have a husband - he pretty much defines my list. So whatever my list used to look like, now it looks like him. So it's really a moot point.<br /><br />But anyway, I digress as usual. I need to go find something to do with myself until I fall asleep. Watching the West Wing is out since Mrs. Landingham is about to kick the bucket and those episodes are just too much for me right now.<br /><br />Happy new week, friends! Hopefully I recover from this crud quickly and get to thoroughly enjoy it!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521782700148272171.post-29313280409026242052011-03-19T09:28:00.000-07:002011-03-19T10:23:26.373-07:00P&B Fun DayPatrick had some vacation time to kill before the end of March, so he was off work this Thursday and Friday. Since we don't really get full days together on the weekends in the spring while he's working with Team in Training, I took off on Friday so we could have a P&B Fun Day. It was great! I really just like spending time with him, so it probably would have been just as great if we were hanging out at home. Our original plan was to go to Galveston, but since it was the last day of Spring Break we figured it would be crazy crazy crowded there. Plus the high in Galveston yesterday was only 70 degrees so the beach wouldn't have been all that warm. So we decided instead to go to College Station. Ohh Aggieland, how I love you.<br /><br />We got a lovely view of the blue bonnets on the way up. And we borrowed a convertible from the Mengers. Driving with the top down most of the day was lots of fun, but we both got pretty sunburned. We ate at Blue Baker for lunch, walked around campus, drove by the places we used to live.. it was very nice. Of course it was a ghost town since it was spring break so that was kind of weird.<br /><br />I lived in Midtown while I was in college. Here's a picture I snapped real fast yesterday, in my attempt not to creep out the person that was inside:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6wxOfEabBk_Mv2lxgIpzLUrx0X2ija-1wTlZkgyl_-o2Q8oCa20HMiHdCHYbsZiGidi75lRXwPAI_8UZ66Si5Uza0frHbX8KITISxEVWsC7TQhjAPrszMjqFE73abg-BBiVgZDqNNoD5/s1600/1608a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6wxOfEabBk_Mv2lxgIpzLUrx0X2ija-1wTlZkgyl_-o2Q8oCa20HMiHdCHYbsZiGidi75lRXwPAI_8UZ66Si5Uza0frHbX8KITISxEVWsC7TQhjAPrszMjqFE73abg-BBiVgZDqNNoD5/s320/1608a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585831107791002370" border="0" /> </a><br />Such fabulous memories there.<br /><br />And this is where Patrick lived, among many, many shady people on Cooner Street:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LTtvYVKmC6SKzSB4Im-4rJ2N3BIeSsnBv0mUnE9f5cyJp-9fbHIlHEvFoaAylz6jILqgiWI6C5nGHsvRfUP5R7IPdkXN0cGfGTAlTMb8Oe4g4ULw2qW4viIe_gle6fpRubIDqfRlBPab/s1600/cooner+street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LTtvYVKmC6SKzSB4Im-4rJ2N3BIeSsnBv0mUnE9f5cyJp-9fbHIlHEvFoaAylz6jILqgiWI6C5nGHsvRfUP5R7IPdkXN0cGfGTAlTMb8Oe4g4ULw2qW4viIe_gle6fpRubIDqfRlBPab/s320/cooner+street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585832851311152946" border="0" /></a><br />It was a really nice day. We stopped in Brenham on the way home and did some shopping. Oh and we visited the George Bush Presidential Library and Museum. I'd never really been in there - which is a bummer since you get in free if you're a student. But we went in and looked around everywhere and I found it surprisingly interesting. (Typically museums are not my thing. I just sort of glance around and I'm ready to leave, much to Patrick's dismay. But this was fun.)<br /><br />So we had a wonderful day yesterday, and now today is only Saturday!<br /><br />In other news, we are about to have some landscaping work done in our backyard. Since the yard wasn't really maintained by the people who owned it before us (they did, in fact, keep a chicken back there which I highly doubt is in compliance with the HOA) we had some work to do before we could get the landscaping done. The weeds/grass had taken over where there should have been beds around our current landscaping so there were many hours of work to be done to take care of that first. I didn't manage to get a complete 'before' picture, but we've made some serious progress on the right half of the yard. Before, the whole yard looked like this (everything green is a weed, the grass is behind me in this picture):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1cpB2ARLnyKimXfopVDVYMuo0wjo1qANGgVZUKlJdlRQoMCjWuf4PMAodQ1_-gGg_U79tMB3nDiBmKbUppcG7C5AxcanJnyxKCS2YdMCf8w0P81usOhtccVblQeN64-gPesyxsgoTuW1/s1600/yard+before.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1cpB2ARLnyKimXfopVDVYMuo0wjo1qANGgVZUKlJdlRQoMCjWuf4PMAodQ1_-gGg_U79tMB3nDiBmKbUppcG7C5AxcanJnyxKCS2YdMCf8w0P81usOhtccVblQeN64-gPesyxsgoTuW1/s320/yard+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585841065048001778" border="0" /></a><br />And now, the right half of the yard looks like this (please ignore the things hanging off the fence, they will soon be gone as well):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTab5U70cMG_IznwtQOUvpa5PDAcTrXpiKVxaGQfenHKDb26ItElcG2fy5Vau75W_nvdMrfD731UgcT7DUi1Qw6320qh4iBvXPwHzQoXdFA8sOGjbOivOUztvTkp6hiYc5-7QNXfDGfwX/s1600/yard+after.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTab5U70cMG_IznwtQOUvpa5PDAcTrXpiKVxaGQfenHKDb26ItElcG2fy5Vau75W_nvdMrfD731UgcT7DUi1Qw6320qh4iBvXPwHzQoXdFA8sOGjbOivOUztvTkp6hiYc5-7QNXfDGfwX/s320/yard+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585841068108226738" border="0" /></a>It may not look like much, but it's major progress I assure you. The weeds are gone from where there should be flower beds, and in 2 weeks we will have new dirt and new mulch and it might actually look landscaped. Hopefully just in time for things to really start blooming again which will be so lovely!<br /><br />Hope everyone has a great weekend!Becky and Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938614929705148762noreply@blogger.com0