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This time one year ago was the last night that my heart was fully complete. Ever since then, there has been a void.... It has been missing a piece that is shaped like a paw print. </div>
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There isn't a day that goes by that I haven't wished I could snuggle you up on the couch or in bed. Coming home is always lonely without your little waggle at the door. Somedays I just want to leave all the food on the floor in hopes that you'll be back to get it.<br />
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Your little humans still talk about you. In Kinley's eyes you still even out our family... 3 girls and 3 boys. Wyatt still says "Tobie is my best girl". Rylan would have loved you so much. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not just because they are siblings but because they are friends.</span></div>
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-29001966883164752632015-07-18T01:57:00.000-05:002015-07-28T14:15:20.350-05:00Three YearsOh Kinley Binley, where has the time gone?<br />
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Three years ago, you stole the hearts of many. You were loved more than you could imagine before you were born. Yet you are loved even more today.<br />
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You have such a fun, sassy and determined personality. You are smart. {at 16 months, your Pa always told me that you were smart but I thought he was just being a doting great grandpa. Turns out that he knew what he was talking about. He would be proud as a peacock to see you now.} You recognize all 26 letters and can tell the sound they make too. You can count to 20 without skipping a beat. You like coloring, cutting, gluing and crafting. You love puzzles and figure them out quickly. You are a pro at 24 piece puzzles.<br />
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You are a kind and caring big sister, most of the time. You love to take of your brother. If he is crying you will run over, pat his back and tell him, "It's okay, Bubba." In the car, you will sing Jesus Loves Wyatt or the song Miss Rachie sings at school, "Wyyyatt, Wyyyatt, Wyatt in the morning, Wyatt in the noon time..." If you are out of bed before him, you run over, push his door open and switch on the light saying, "Good morning, Sushine!!" Then you will sing him one of our morning songs. You will bring him milk, share your snack and try to hold (a little too tight most of the time) him in your lap. At Sam's, you will try to tell the door person that you want two smiley faces on the back of the receipt... one for you and one for Wyatt. You also like to boss your brother around. If he is crying, you have been known to say, "Shhhh! Too loud! I donwanna hear it, Brother." or push him out of your way. At the end of the day though, you are a little lover with him.<br />
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You love your Daddy the most. You love to wait for him to come home. You like to make a "bench seat" with him at the dinner table. You love to have him rock you at bed time. When I wake you in the summer, the first words out of your mouth are, "Where's Daddy?". Shortly after that you ask to call him at work. You like to go outside and wave bye to him from the porch but then dart to the backyard windows as soon as he drives away so you can watch for him to drive by. Your love for him is so sweet but not as sweet as the love he has for you.<br />
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You are always on the go. You love swinging and going higher and faster. You love jumping--- off the stairs, off the porch, off the coffee table, off the couch. You name it, you'd probably jump off of it. You will push a kitchen table chair anywhere to help you reach something. You love to "be your good helper". You know where things go and will tell someone if it isn't right. You like to be in the pantry. You will drag your brother in there and play with the packages of fruit snacks while trying to open the chips, Cheez-Its, etc.<br />
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You prefer riding in Gussy (Dad's truck) over Fancy (Mom's car) but if we let you choose... you would probably pick Sherbie (Dad's 55 Chevy). You like cruising the driveway in your pink and purple jeep. You like to ride your Minnie Mouse bike "down Gerald's street" but haven't quite figured out the brakes. You love to explore, pick up bugs and frogs, and help with anything. You love seeing big equipment... cement mixers, buses, semi trucks, dump trucks and helicopters just to name a few.<br />
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Some funny stuff that you say--<br />
*Chicken-Flavit for Chick-Fil-A<br />
*O Kahuna's House for Hideaway Pizza<br />
*Buffalo Wil' Mingo for Buffalo Wild Wings<br />
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*granolin or just olin bars for granola bars<br />
*Will you roll my window out? - when you want your window in the car rolled down<br />
*pony doggy taily- is a regular pony tail<br />
*doggy- in regards to your hair, is when the pony is on the top side of your head<br />
*diaper tail- the diaper pail<br />
*thlee- is the number three<br />
*smoke-atector- the smoke detector which you have paid a lot of attention to lately so we talk about what it does and what we do if it goes off. We even made it go off so you could hear what it sounds like.<br />
*I ahmost waited too yong!- this is said when you think that you almost waited too long to go potty. If I try to correct you, you enunciate the Y even more. In all other cases, you pronounce your Ls.<br />
*For thine is the kingdom, the power and the girly forever. Amen -at night when you say your Lord's Prayer<br />
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Your three year well child check up was on July 10th. You weighed in at 32.6 pounds and are 37.4 inches tall. You are pretty well potty trained during your waking hours. Occasionally, you will have an accident right at the potty. Your size five diapers suit you well for over night and napping. You wear mostly 2t clothes. 3t also fits you and gives room to grow. You have started wanting to pick out some of your own clothes or at least say if you want to wear a dress or not. You wear a size 7 in shoes but still love to wear some that are bigger since you can get them off and on easier. Your favorite food is macaroni and cheese. Currently, your favorite color is purple and your favorite animal is a cow.<br />
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On July 11th, we had a Kinley and the Purple Crayon party. Friends and family came over to play in the water, eat snacks, bust a pinata and open presents. Your cupcakes were homemade and you got to do the purple scribble icing on top.<br />
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My Sweet Little Snowflake,<br />
It is hard to believe three years have gone by. You make being a mommy so fun, even when you test the limits. As parents, I hope we can teach you to be honest, compassionate and strong (strong willed, strong with your family and friends, strong in your faith). As you grow, I hope you know and remember that you are a beautiful and smart girl that can do anything you put your mind to.<br />
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I'll love you forever,<br />
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-50117640245875565552015-04-25T00:28:00.000-05:002015-04-26T00:30:29.816-05:00Chalk It UpIn 1993, my Pa started a tradition in me. Chalking. It truly started with painting a banner for my Mom's 40th birthday...<div>
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Then for years and years and years after that I did chalking for various occasions. Birthday? Chalk it. Anniversary? Chalk it. Good luck? Chalk it. Homecoming in college? Chalk it. Coming home after a heart surgery? Chalk it. The more chalk on the driveway, the better it was. The less the person suspected it, also, the better.</div>
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Have I been busted by Pa chalking his driveway? Yes. Were there times that I totally surprised him. Absolutely. {he couldn't believe I snuck onto the back patio late at night and chalked it up without waking the dog.} There were times I had my brother along as an accomplice. It was family thing. You could also normally bet on it raining that day too. </div>
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Today is a day I would normally have the chalk out. I miss him more everyday but know that he is always with me. Happy birthday, PaL!</div>
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-86577619789806533122015-04-06T03:40:00.000-05:002015-04-06T03:40:00.322-05:00Roller Coaster- part 2<div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0in;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The original plan was pick them up Christmas morning and take them out to our house for a few hours so they could see Kinley open presents and spend time with family. Since Pa had been feeling under the weather that obviously wasn't going to be the plan anymore. After church on Christmas Eve, we took Miss Kinley by to see Nandy and Pa. She looked too cute all dolled up not to make a visit and we usually spend Christmas Eve celebrating with them. Pa was excited to see her. He did his typical doting over her and quizzing me about "Junior" as he calls Brother Bear. He seemed tired but was also taking pain meds to help with his pain. The nurses and staff did not seem concerned about how he was doing especially since he had recently had 7 liters of fluid drained from his belly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We visited a bit and then headed home. Since we are moved into the new place, we had my dad and the in-laws over to our house for Christmas. It was nice not having to travel... I could get used to that! There is just something you know about getting a phone call early in the morning. When I rolled over at 6 a.m. and saw it was the nursing home, I knew something wasn't right. The nurse said they went in to do their regular morning routine and Pa just wasn't very responsive. When I asked about Nandy, they told me that she just reached out from her bed to grab a hold of one of their hands as if she knew something wasn't right. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And now, I have the job of returning to the kitchen table and telling Nandy. How the heck do you tell your grandma that?! How will she respond? What about the other family siting there? This is a terrible gig. Who signed me up for this? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Bless dementia's heart. I see it as a blessing and a curse. It is far enough progressed for Nandy that when I told her that Pa had passed away, she just looked at me, surprised and a little concerned, and said, "What? What happened?" I told her that his body was tired and now he was no longer sick or in pain and that when she was ready we would go back to the nursing home. And that was her response so a few minutes later, we all (me, my dad, and cousins) loaded back into our cars and went back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I love my Pa dearly but I am not a fan of seeing people that have passed away, yet, I would have sat with my Nandy if she had wanted me to. Instead, we sat in the lobby. Shortly after, my aunt, uncle and other cousin arrived. It's such a crap feeling knowing that the funniest, wittiest and most loving guy that tied your whole family together is no longer with you on Earth. We chatted and waited for the funeral home's transport to come pick up Pa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">6 short weeks earlier, I sat in the same parking lot crying that I was leaving both of my grandparents in a nursing home. Now I sit crying that I am leaving my Nandy there without Pa. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I am very thankful that my dad is so caring and was willing to stay with Nandy for several days and nights. I just didn't want Nandy to be alone. I was going to stay with them but he insisted I take my pregnant self home. {I must say that he felt very comfortable there. He would meet me the front door in his socks. I asked one of the nurses if he could move in and be a live in visitor to all the sweet old people.}</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your one year check up was on March 20th. <i>{Even when I called to schedule the appointment, the gal said, "How can it already be a year? It seems like you just brought him in yesterday as a baby." Believe me, Lisa, I know. It has gone so fast!}</i> You weighed 19.4 pounds and are in the 10th%ile and were 28.5 inches tall putting you in the 5-10%ile. Your head was18 cm. On March 5th, I sat you on the scale at home and it said 20 pounds!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are still a great sleeper! Some nights you wake yourself and most times put yourself back to sleep. There are times that you wake up mad because you have thrown your animals out of your bed. You seem to like having those little guys to snuggle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This last month of your 'baby year' you worked hard at getting two teeth at once, one on either side of your top front teeth. Though those last two aren't fully in yet, it puts your tooth count up to six. While working on those bad boys, you kind of regressed on eating big people food. You are finicky on when you eat it but sure enjoy that baby food that you don't have to work at mashing up on your gums. We recently discovered how much you like broccoli. You will eat quite a few pieces in one setting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You aren't much of a snuggler unless you are sleepy but even then you still fight the snuggles. You love to be all in your sister's business and she is not a fan of that. You have been clapping when someone says 'yay' or when you see other people clapping, like at church. When you really want something, you stare it down saying, "uh, uh, uh.". Sometimes you will sign milk when you see your cup, other times we get the "uh" and stare. This month you have also started waving at people or when you hear us say bye bye.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On your actual birthday, Kinley, Mommy and Daddy woke you up with a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday. Daddy took off to spend the day with you so you didn't have to get dressed right away. He didn't tell me much about your "Boys Day" but I'm sure it consisted of lots of manly things as well as coming to have lunch with Mom at school and picking your sister up. Grandpa O came over to hang with you as well. We all did our regular Friday night at Chick-Fil-A and then took a trip to Hobby Lobby to get some supplies for your party.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We celebrated your birthday on March 14th. Family and friends came over to celebrate you at 10:30 on a lovely Saturday morning. We went with a transportation theme to match your bedroom. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You were ready to do cake until you stuck your cute little hand in the flame of the candle. I think you did, Dad thinks you just got scared when people were shouting about your finger. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before we found out if two Snowflakes were alike....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There were two teenagers that met briefly in junior high and then crossed paths again in high school. Unknowing at the time, December 4th was a date that changed my life.</span></div>
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-2041500358902005992015-03-06T14:30:00.000-06:002015-03-13T15:32:17.530-05:00One Year for Brother Bear<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't believe my little Brother Bear is already one!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seems like yesterday you were just a sweet little baby in my arms. Now you are an always on the go little boy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember being a little nervous for you joining our family just because I didn't know how we would all react. But you just made yourself at home and it feels like you have always been part of our family! There was definitely plenty of love for you all around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your sister took a few days to warm up to you but has not stopped loving you since then. She may even love you a little too much for your likings some time. I pray that you two have a caring relationship. Where you have each other's backs no matter what. Where you are each others best friend. This is one of the greatest things I wish for you. You are off to a great start because she loves you pretty hard. She loves to take care of you and always checks on you, whether you are at school together or in different rooms at church.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are a lucky fella to have your Daddy to show you the way. He loves to hang with you and have "boy time". As you grow up, he will be a great example of what kind of guy you should grow up to be. Some qualities I hope you learn from him are his work ethic, how to treat other people, his laid back personality, his love to be outside, and his passion to be with his babies. If you only learn a little bit of each of those, you will turn into a fine young man. (but don't go doing that too fast, you hear me?) Your Great Grandma O once told me that he was handier than a pocket on a shirt and I believe it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope that you find a passion in life and go for it. Don't settle for anything less than the best. Stand up for what you think is the right thing. Be assertive without being aggressive. Try to learn something new every day. Follow through with your words. Be kind with your words. Be thoughtful in all you do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are my wild little boy. By wild, I mean that you seem to already have your way of doing things. I can't wait to see what the world has in store for you!</span><br />
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-50239609474177668792015-03-05T08:53:00.003-06:002015-03-05T08:53:51.734-06:0011 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well Brother, another month has flown by! It is still hard to believe that you are going to be one in just a short month!<br />
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Your favorite game is to see just how fast you can take a shoe and sock off after it is put on. You play this game at home, in the car and at school. You also like to see how fast you can alligator roll on the changing pad {which you're pretty fast!}. Another favorite is swatting at the spoon while eating. When you are successful, it knocks food right out of the spoon.<br />
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You are still wearing size 3 diapers, much to my disliking, we are venturing in to 12 month clothing (where is my baby going?!?) and you are finally wearing your cute little size 2 Converse shoes since your foot is a little bigger making it harder to take it right off.<br />
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You are always busy and on the move! Whether you grab the walker, are trying to 'help' your sister play or trying to get a handful of dog food or Tobie's hair, you are always going. And you are fast!<br />
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You are a good little nighttime sleeper. Some days your nap cycle is questionable but 95% of the time you are good napper too. You are still having a morning and afternoon nap. Guess all that playing just wears you out.<br />
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Wyatt Bear, you are so precious! Your eyes light up when you see Kinley, Mommy, or Daddy walk into the room. Tobie even gets a little sparkle from you! Shortly after that sparkle comes the adorable smile that just melts my heart. I can't believe you are almost one!<br />
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<br />crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-28809463434013478922015-03-04T07:30:00.001-06:002015-03-04T07:30:21.692-06:00Friendship Company<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I was little, I was a member of the Sandi Patti Friendship Company. I'm sure we paid a small fee to join but the main part of it was receiving a pen pal. My pen pal was from Newfoundland, Canada. I don't remember how many years we wrote back and forth or how many letters were involved. Tabitha and I sent packages. There was the occasional phone call (since back then it was a big deal to call long distance let alone to another country). She was there when my mom was sick and even passed away. As we got older, we lost touch but she would always cross my mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fast forward to 2007, when a gal from church sent me a facebook message asking if I knew a Tabitha. She said she had randomly been messaged asking if Liz knew me. I told her yes and then we were back in touch... only in a whole new light. Our messages were sent (and could be received) right away. We spent a few days catching up on life and now can use facebook to stay in touch. Sharing details of your life probably couldn't get any easier. Technology is so amazing!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All of that background story to get to a picture Tabitha shared with me the other day...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Most importantly what set with me was a reminder of how much faith my Mom had. This letter was written six months before she passed away so she knew her time on Earth was not forever but she still felt inclined to tell my pen pal, who none of us had ever actually met, how thankful she was for the thoughts and prayers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I love the sweet reminder, I just wish I could have a little bit of that unquestionable faith.</span></div>
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<br />crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-56250082909134796982015-02-21T00:11:00.000-06:002015-02-21T00:11:06.146-06:00Friday Night Tradition<div class="MsoNormal">
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nights, you can find us going to Chick-fil-A for dinner and then running
errands if necessary. A sweet lady that works there had taken a strong liking
to Wyatt and Kinley. Gelyn is from Nicaragua and loves to talk in Spanish to
the kids. She has taught Kinley adios and says she wants to teach them a
new word each time. She also always makes sure the kids get a balloon, even if
there aren't any blown up she will go get some especially for them. On one
occasion, she got them balloons and then had other kids wanted one too so there
she found herself blowing up more. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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on with the tradition. We have started sending our balloons to heaven to our Pa
(instead of letting them float</span> around the house tormenting Tobie). I
decided to do it one evening and since doing it, Kinley has asked about sending
our balloons to Pa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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conversation was about sending them to him and asking other questions, like “Can
I play with Pa?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the roof?” to which Hubby answered, “He’s higher than the roof and in a better
place than the roof.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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napping?” and the answer to that was, “No, he’s watching over you. He’ll
probably wait until you go to sleep before he naps. He won’t want to miss any
of the fun stuff you do.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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that sweet little thing says, “Is Pa in heaven? Can we see him?” {insert dagger
to the heart.} Hubby was so sweet in answering her as I sat with tears in my
eyes on the ride home, “Someday we’ll all see him.” As I've said before, I wish heaven had visiting hours.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh my goodness, Buddy! It's hard to believe you are 10 months old! Where is the time going?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are on the move everywhere you go. If you can grab it, you pull up on it. You've started taking the walker for little cruises on your own. Your sister will get her stroller and try to coax you to follow her but gets impatient waiting for your little legs to try and catch up. You are such a mover that it is hard to snap a picture of you on anything other than the camera. You are too fast for the phone camera! You like to crawl as fast as you can to Tobie's dog dish and act so sad and pitiful when we tell you that you cannot play in the water or eat the dog food. You love to open drawers but tend to squish your fingers in it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You love to play with blocks... mainly knocking them over. We can hardly get a tower built before you knock it down. You like jumping in the exer-saucer and will do it for a good while before slowing down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are still in size 3 diapers, 9 month clothing (with the occasional 12 month slipped in there), and size 2 shoes. One of your favorite games is to take your socks off before we can even get your shoes on. Out of curiosity and in hopes of staying away from the flu bug going around, I have given the essential oil, Thieves, a try. You give me a big grin when I put it on your feet in the morning and at night. I don't know if that means you like it or you just like the little foot massage. Either way, I'll take that adorable little smile! Speaking of that smile, you have started twisting your tongue sometimes when you smile at us. You also have a tendency to grind your four little teeth together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are still a great sleeper, usually going to bed around 8:30 after having a good 9 oz. bottle of Mommy milk. Occasionally, you will wake up at night but usually put yourself back to sleep after finding one of your animals. You seem a more attached to having an animal with you at all times than your sister was.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have had several nice weather days in January. When outside, you love to swing and ride in your blue truck. You like to be on the ground too but you like to put grass, rocks, leaves, wood chips, anything really, into your mouth so I try to give you something else to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your sister loves you to pieces. You don't stand a chance when it comes to doing things on your own. She is always up in your business trying to tell you how to do it or don't do it (No sir, Wyatt! Nooo sir!). She makes you laugh and smile more than anyone. I pray that you two always have a loving relationship and can always count on each other for anything. I pray that you guys will always have each others back in whatever you face in life. Always be her best friend, buddy. Always.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your sweet smile, dimples and blue eyes get me every time, Brother Bear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love you to pieces!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are all because two people fell in love, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love, </span><br />
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<br />crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-27651668438907864032015-01-04T14:01:00.002-06:002015-01-04T14:01:29.433-06:007, 8 and 9 monthsThis started as a 7 month post but as the days just fell off of the calendar... it is ending up a post about 3 different months. Mom fail.<br />
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On Monday, October 6th, my sweet little guy turned 7 months old. As Brother gets older, the time time seems to go by faster. <br />
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On the first, you bumped up to wearing a size three diaper. This also means we are getting to the last of the diaper shower diapers. Thanks to my school friends, we didn't have to buy too many diapers since you were born. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">7 months is a long time! In other clothes, you are wearing six month shirts and pants that range from 3-6 months. Pants have always seemed so big for the size the tag says, like when you are comfortably wearing newborn pants at three months old.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">During Fall Break, you had your first dose of your flu shot. You and Kinley did pretty well. {we returned over Thanksgiving break for the second half.. you took it like a champ! Nurse Kelly started to say "really?!" like "really? he isn't going to cry?" but then you let out a little peep and that was all. Kinley stood to the side telling you "It's okay Wyatt Boy."} </span>At this appointment, I stuck you on the scale on the way out. 7.6 kg= 16.75 pounds!</div>
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On November 1st, just shy of 8 months old, I spent my first night away from you. I ventured off to Austin with Tiffany, Courtney and Flat Erin to attend Missy's wedding. The girls and I had a lovely time and you and Kinley seemed to survive the night with Dad. :) After I returned, I learned that you had fallen out of the glider and Kinley toppled over with a bar stool. See if I leave you guys again!</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">You eat any baby food that we give you. Rice cereal seems to be your favorite though. You also ventured in to a few soft big people foods. Like the time I found out Dad was sneaking you macaroni while I was out for bunco or girl's night. :) You also tried some Thanksgiving food with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">When you left your teachers before Thanksgiving break you were a sitter. When you returned after a week at home, you were a mover! Your crawl isn't typical. You move all hands and feet but instead of crawling on both of your knees, you crawl on one and then use your other foot to push off with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">December was a busy month! We had places to go and people to meet... mainly Santa. To say you were not a fan is an understatement.</span><br />
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Your 9 month check up was on the 22nd of December. You weighed in at 17 pounds and were 27 inches tall (according to the doctor's office but Dad thinks you are taller than that). Dr. M. said that based on the typical kid your age, you are small but she still thinks you look good and are growing nicely. Your sister was small too so she isn't worried about you. You lucked out and didn't have to get any shots either!<br />
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You are still wearing size three diapers and your clothes range from 6 months to 12 months (which I really don't like the sound of). Over the Christmas break, you have been eating food more often (and by food I mean baby food) and having a bottle in the morning and a big 9 oz bottle at night. You are a super sleeper, only waking occasionally when you miss me at night. You nap twice a day and some days need a quick early evening power nap.<br />
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Your ongoing trick is your alligator roll. You tend to just toss your whole self into a roll and that is why we call it the alligator roll. We can be holding you, you can be laying on the floor or on your changing pad (which is the second most dangerous to being held).<br />
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For your first Christmas, Santa brought you a car hauler but you loved the puffs in your stocking the best. You spent the day at home with us, Nandy, Grandpa O and Grandma and Grandpa Snow. Opening presents did not prove to be very exciting to you until we opened up the puffs to eat. We had lunch with our family and then young and old took naps all over the house.<br />
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You worked hard and your two front teeth poked through for Christmas.... only 3 and 4 days late. They seem to make you a little fussy but nothing we can't handle with a little Tylenol and an animal. You experienced your first snow on the 27th. It was also late for Christmas.<br />
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When you return back to your teachers after Christmas break, you will be a puller-upper! I was getting ready on the 29th, I literally turned around for a second and then back to see you had pulled yourself up on the tub and turned the water on!<br />
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Always remember that you are all because two people fell in love,<br />
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Mommy<br />
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-69284059876213639842015-01-03T15:52:00.002-06:002015-01-03T15:52:28.594-06:00Another Day, Another Memory<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In preparation for a new phone, I spent some time trying to make sure a few of the videos on my phone were saved elsewhere. I'm not one to commemorate 'deathaversaries' but after 373 days, there still isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of my Pa. It is heart breaking when Kinley says, "I want to see Pa." but I want to make sure there is always a place that she can hear his sweet voice singing silly songs to her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've said it before but I could say it a million times (and I just might, it's my blog) but Pa thought Kinley was so smart. At 17 months old, he could see it. If he could see her in person now, she would blow his mind! And little Wyatt, he would absolutely love your sweet smile and blue eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today would also be my Grandma's 94th birthday. She was a sassy gal that would have enjoyed Kinley's spunk and Wyatt's smile and blue eyes. She was known to comment on how handsome men were, mainly her crush Bill Clinton (back in his Presidential days) and Elvis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is such irony to getting old. Obviously, you want to see your kids grow up and do stuff but then there is the ineveitable. What makes little old people with their great grandkids seem so precious? </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why can't we be like the Bible times people and live until we are 150? </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you think about it, is any amount ever enough time with your family? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">May this sweet thing, in all her high pitch singing glory, bring a smile to your heart, especially when Jesus loves Mommy, Daddy, Wyatt and Tobie too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this cutie reminds us to laugh at the silly things, especially our sister!</span><br />
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<br />crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-61105712287900589592014-10-13T00:46:00.003-05:002014-10-13T00:46:44.902-05:00Pity Party--Table for 1<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know that life isn't fair but sometimes I just want to be a little kid, mad and crying, jumping up and down shouting how "It's not fair!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As my babies get bigger and keep growing, there is slight ache within my heart. Not necessarily the fact that they won't listen and they won't stop growing up. No, it's the ache of my Pa missing out on this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The ache knowing that Kinley may only have a few memories of him and those memories will probably be ones that we have pictures or video of. Knowing that he didn't get a chance to see how much Kinley loves to ride Molly. The ache knowing that Wyatt never met him. Knowing that Wyatt never had a chance to hang with him or have his silly songs sung to him. Knowing that he didn't get to enjoy Wyatt's sweet smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The days that Kinley tells me, "I'na see Pa." are just heart wrenching. I love that she thinks of him. I love that she can point him out in a picture. I just wish heaven had visiting hours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kinley and Wyatt,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If there is anything to tell you about your Pa, it was how much he really loved you. Even though he never met you, Wyatt, he already loved you so much. Once he knew you were cooking in my belly, he asked about you every time we talked. Kinley, he loved to brag on how smart you are. His eyes would light up when he saw you. He was so silly. He loved his family time. He was honest to a fault. He was proud. He was curious about everything and loved to learn. I hope I am able to help instill some of his traits into you both as you grow up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I also have the ache that my Mom isn't here to be Grandma. I almost feel guilty that this ache isn't as strong but I never knew my Mom in the Grandma role. Don't get me wrong, I have the, "dang, I wish my mom had been here for ..." moments. But I have been having those for what seems like all of my life, so it almost seems normal. All those times girls want their mom, I wanted her, too. I like to think I wouldn't be able to keep her away from seeing her grandbabies. Skype would be busy every night and probably start charging us.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">PS- now, if you need a smile, go back and read some of Pa's comments. He was such a funny guy!</span></i>crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-55044939846295242622014-09-28T00:41:00.000-05:002014-09-28T00:41:15.970-05:00Roller Coaster!<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">At the beginning of November, the first to be exact, Pa went to
the hospital in kidney failure. Before they could make a plan about his
kidneys, they said they needed to put in a pacemaker since his heart stopped
twice the night before and started again on its own. Before I could get to
Enid, he had a pacemaker and was on the mend. He was kind of loopy when I got
there and started telling me about the papers in the safe and his regular run
down of where I could find things. He went in on Friday and had the pacemaker
put in on Saturday. By Sunday the nephrologist told me her recommendation was
to call in hospice. She thought the rigor of dialysis would do him in. This was
a lot for me to take in. I mean, earlier in the day, my dad and I were looking
at a new dishwasher for their house. I was also under the impression that the
doctor had already had this conversation with him so I went to the hospital
prepared to discuss what we would do next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We sat and chatted and nothing was mentioned about hospice, which
come to find out the doctor hadn't told him, she wanted to prepare the family
first. I took off work Monday so I could talk to his PCP about his thoughts of
after care. I was thinking his primary physician would have a discussion with
him Monday morning about the prognosis of his kidneys...but alas he did not. So
I left messages for the doctor to call me, the ICU nurses left messages for the
doctor to call them but he wasn't returning any of those. After later speaking
to a sweet nurse from Pa's oncologist, who ended up telling him there really
wasn't anything they could do to help his kidneys, I took myself to the
doctor's office and sat in his waiting room until he would see me. You see, I
didn't take off of work, and couldn't keep taking off, to not get any answers,
so I wasn't leaving without answers. From body language, I could tell his
office staff did not think too highly of me just showing up and asking to speak
to the doctor. One thing I overheard was, "that just isn't how things work
around here." Well, it worked crabby office lady. His prognosis of 6-8
months was quite different than the nephrologists of 6-8 weeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I then returned to the hospital where Pa and I further discussed
after care. He asked me if PCP doctor had told me the prognosis and I said the
nephrologist had. Being a man of truthful words, he had some good ones about
the PCP and not being honest with him. After tears, doubt, and reassuring, we
decided it would be best for them both to move my direction into a nursing home
so Nandy and Pa could be together until Pa's kidneys quit. His biggest concern
was that Nandy get settled before something happened to him. He didn’t care
that his body was calling it in. He cared that his girlfriend was taken care
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">One of the most heart breaking things I've seen is my Pa telling
Nandy that his kidneys are not working anymore and that they will be moving to
a nursing home together near me. Her dementia is far enough along that her only
response was, "Okay. I'll go wherever with you." Amidst the tears, he
assured her he would stay with her as long as he could. He didn't care that he
was dying, he cared that he felt like he was leaving his girlfriend, letting
her down and not taking care of her. After my Dad left to take Nandy back to
the house, I assured Pa that he was in fact taking care of her. Helping make
the decision to move was going to get her settled in before the inevitable
happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I was then instructed to go the house and tell Nandy's sister, who
had been staying with Nandy while Pa was in the hospital. Then I headed back
home because I had some nursing home research to do. I went to work Tuesday
morning just because I needed a little bit of normal...hard to think that 20
kindergartners were what was going to give me normal. By 10:30, I had called my
sub to see if she could come in for the afternoon. My mind was all over the
place but I knew it needed to be making phone calls so Mrs. Chambers to the
rescue! I had asked around for nursing homes that people knew of and spent the
afternoon calling about 10 places. From noon to 4:00, I did nothing but call,
take notes, research online and wait for people to return my call. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">That afternoon, my sweet PE teacher went with me, in the rain, to
visit two nursing homes in Sapulpa. If someone had not seen us walk into the
first one, I would have turned around and left based on smell alone. We went
ahead and had a quick tour by a sweet lady that was actually on her way out. I
was not impressed in any way with what I saw. The smell did get better but
maybe my nose just got used to it? You know that feeling you have after going
to a bar? You know, where your hair and clothes stink like the bar? We had that
feeling after leaving. I don't think we actually smelled bad but it was not
good. I was brave enough to ask her if she would go to one more with me and she
agreed. The second one was better the moment we walked in. We were toured
through the place by the night nurse. She seemed very knowledgeable about the
facility as well as the residents. She spoke to many of them by name as we
passed and didn't seem the least bit worried we would see something out of the
ordinary. There was no rancid old person smell either. This facility was
recommended to me by a co-worker that had her mother there recently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">After leaving, I knew where I would choose if there were only two
options. I went back to school and prepared sub plans for Wednesday since I
called in so that I could go visit some more nursing homes. Sweet Miss Maxwell
stayed at school with me until my plans were ready and even offered to take
part of the following day off to go with to more places. Wednesday morning, I
toured a place in Sand Springs. They have a specific building for memory care
patients, which Nandy may need some day. The ladies I spoke to were nice and
knowledgeable about the facility.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The plan was that Maxwell was a cousin but I always goofed it up
by saying <i>my</i> grandparents. It really
turned out that I had all the questions and she was there for moral support.
She mentioned feeling silly just being there but I kept saying <i>my</i> and blowing our cover. I am very
grateful that she went with me. Not too many friends will volunteer to visit
nursing homes with people. It's not like it is the most fun thing to do with your
time let alone take off work for. She helped to make it a more fun experience than it truly is. I’d recommend
her company any day!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">In the afternoon, I picked Maxwell up and we went to two other
places. One in Jenks that actually had a pre-k and kindergarten class at it. It
was really neat to see the kids out interacting with the residents. Some of the
little old ladies were out chatting with the kids and having ice cream with them.
The man that took us on a tour of the place did not seem to take me seriously.
I felt like he thought I was there for shits and giggles. He told me they
currently did not a have room that would accommodate both of my grandparents
but they could still be in the same building. Being roommates was one of the
criteria that I had to have, after all, the point of moving was so they could
be together. Neither one of us were impressed with his demeanor. I felt rushed
and I didn't feel like he was really that interested in selling me on the
place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">At our next stop, I felt less than impressed when I walked in but
was told they had a nice memory unit. We were greeted by a little old man that
was very heavy in passing out compliments. So if you want at boost in your
attitude… stop on by! The lady we talked to was very nice. She took us through
the facility but as I looked around I wasn't impressed. To me, it almost seemed
like the family members of the residents didn't care about the surroundings.
Many of the rooms were bare, as if they didn't care to try and make this home
for their family. Then she took us to the lock down, memory unit. You also may
refer to it as the crazy house. People trying to get out as you come in, a lady
following you around saying "didididididi" carrying a doll. There was
nothing on the cement walls of the rooms. It almost reminded me of a jail cell.
There is no way my grandma would fit in there and Pa would tell me I was
"bat shit crazy" if I tried to move them in there. I envisioned him
telling me he would walk back to Enid before spending a night there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">On the way back to get Kinley, we stopped at the place I had a
morning visit with. Their facility is locked down but not to the extent of the
previous. It is a newer place where it was obvious the families wanted it to
seem like home. We checked in at the main place and they told us to go over and
someone would come show us around. We rang the bell but no one came to the
door, except the visiting wife of a resident. She happily let us in so I walked
Maxwell through. We made it through the entire facility without being spoken to
by a worker. Heck, we didn't even see anyone that worked there. Talked to a
couple old ladies that were just sitting out in the common area but no workers
were to be seen. It wasn't until we were leaving and chatted with the wife
about her experience there that someone approached us. That alone did not
really sit well with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So back to the school we went. Visited with a few people there and
tried to feel okay with a huge decision. I mean, my Pa trusted me to pick a
place for them to live. I had earlier talked to my Dad. He informed me that he
set up an appointment for the dog to go to the groomer. Why couldn’t I have had
that job??? Why did I have to make the nursing home decision?! I went back and
forth on feeling confident about my decision. What if I got them there and Pa
hated it? What if Nandy hated it? What if Pa changed his mind about moving? [insert
bad dreams about all this] What if? What if? What if?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Snap out of it, you are 31 years old making the best decision you know
how to in this situation. But so much is weighing on your shoulders… A place
needed to be decided on and it was a relief to make it but also daunting. The ‘what
ifs’ came back but only time would tell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The next task was getting Pa out of the hospital and getting both
of them brought over to Sapulpa. Hubby went to Enid on the 13<sup>th</sup>,
with my brother and niece in tow. Three people (Hubby, Dad and Brother) were
told they needed to be at the nursing home by 2:00 (really the deadline was
3:00 but I know my Dad and Brother so I fibbed) so that there was more staff
available to get them settled and checked out. 1:30 p.m. I get a text from
Hubby that they are backing out of the driveway. Now, do some math with me…. it
takes 90 minutes to drive there. Nevermind, you know they did not make it by
the 2:00 deadline or even 3:00. I get out of school at 4:00 and got there right
as they were getting out of the car. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It took some time for them to adjust. Pa sat and worried about money, the car, the house, Nandy, and the baby and I. Money, the car, and the house were the least of my worries. I just wanted my grandparents to be together. To get settled and feel comfortable for what time they did have left... together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">After about 8 days in their new place, Pa told me, "I think you did good, kid." What a relief! That is what I worried about! I wondered but didn't want to ask (for fear of the answer) if Pa approved of the place that I had chosen. You know, those 'what if's' I mentioned earlier. Just hearing that gave me some peace of mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I feel very fortunate to have been able to spend so much more time with my grandparents once they were moved over here. Kinley and I would go visit after school, almost everyday, depending on our schedule. Nandy and Pa would both get so excited to see her come in. I brought forth a little excitement but it was really all for Kinley, which is sweet to see how much they love her.</span></div>
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-30706353114815759702014-09-24T03:59:00.000-05:002014-09-24T03:59:00.035-05:006 MonthsMy Sweet Wyatt Boy,<br />
Even though my blogging and posting for you has been rather dismal, my love for you is far from it. A wise old man once told me that even if I couldn't blog, no one could take my memories away from me. They will always and forever be in my mind and heart.<br />
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The smiles you give every day warm my heart.<br />
The little laughs you have when Kinley talks to you are so precious.<br />
The way you watch Tobie walk by with your curious little eyes.<br />
Your gummy smile is so adorable.<br />
The sweet way you clasp your hands together when you are trying the baby cereal is so innocent.<br />
The way your eyes light up when you see your sister and daddy talk to you.<br />
Have I mentioned your smile? It's infectious.<br />
Every time I look into your blue eyes, I fall more in love with you. Oh, I've never mentioned that you have blue eyes?!? Well, that is partly because I am afraid to talk about them for fear taht they will change. {crossing my fingers that I didn't just jinx them}<br />
You are so drooly but haven't had any teeth show up.<br />
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Daddy took you to your six month check-up on September 11. As usual... the height measuring was wonky, saying you are 25 inches. Our home measurements show you being 27 inches tall. For the first time, their weight scale was wrong (hopefully this one doesn't become a regular broken machine). It said you weighed 11 pounds, which would mean you lost weight since your 4 month check up and I can tell by looking at you that is not the case! According to our scale at home, Daddy says you weigh 15 pounds.<br />
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You are wearing size 2 diapers, mostly six month clothing, and no shoes. You have had a few shoe wearing experiences but they usually end in one or both shoes kicked off. I hope that when the weather changes we are able to at least keep socks on you.<br />
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At home, you eat 7 ounces every 4-5 hours. You started trying rice cereal on September 1. You didn't love it the first time you ate it but you tolerated it. As the days have gone on, you are a better cereal eater. At school, you seem too distracted to drink all of your milk in one setting so you generally have 6 ounces every 4 hours there. At home, you have also had squash, carrots, and green beans, all of which you like. Dad likes to make you a vegetable, rice cereal, breast milk combo, which you gobble up too.<br />
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Your naps at school vary. In the last couple days you have been stocking up on the ZZZZ's and having long naps at school. Maybe you are getting your grow on before you go to the doctor. At home, I think you would nap more if a certain sister didn't love you so much. Any time you wake up, Kinley is right there to check on you. The girls at school tell me that she will always check on you after nap too.<br />
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This month, I have noticed your hair coming back in. Wait, you didn't really have any to start with! So, your hair is finally growing. It is very blonde so it is isn't noticeable from afar but up close you have a fuzzy little head. As of the 18th, you actually sprouted your first tooth! All of the drooling and chewing on your hands, fingers, and paci have paid off.<br />
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As I said before, you make my heart skip a beat. I am so lucky to be your Mommy. Remember, I am always here for you.<br />
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You are all because two people fell in love,<br />
Love,<br />
Mommycrayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-28198816487709498532014-09-23T02:05:00.000-05:002014-09-23T02:05:00.624-05:004 and 5 months<div style="text-align: center;">
You turned 4 months old on July 6.</div>
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We also had you baptized at church that day. As I sit here starting this post, you are making music to my ears, cooing away. I am sure those coos are saying, "Mom! You are slacking on blogging about me. Get with it woman!"<br />
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July 11th, you went for your 4 month check up. You weighed 13 pounds 10 ounces and are in the 25%. You measured 24.5 inches tall, putting you in the 30% for kids your age.</div>
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In the last couple weeks, you have found your feet and see to always have hold of them when you are playing on the floor. You also love to see just how much of your hand you fit into your mouth. When we are riding in the car, if you aren't asleep, you are playing with your tongue.<br />
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On August 6, you turned 5 months old! Where is the time going little man?<br />
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August 4th, you and Kinley started "school" at Miss Jade's. It took a week or so for them to figure you out and get into a routine with you but you did just fine. We even tried to get a discount since you came with a personal assistant. The girls informed us that Kinley is very helpful and kept a watchful eye on you. The way I see her at home with you, I expected no less. From what they told me, she was even a little territorial at first. She didn't want anyone to sit near you or talk to you without her supervision.<br />
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At three months old, you are such a little cutie. There aren't any height or weight stats since you don't go back to the doctor until 4 months.<br />
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You are still wearing size one diapers. Several of your newborn shirts are getting a little snug on you. We should probably go ahead and weed those out of your drawers instead of continuing to squeeze you into them. :) {I suppose that is my way of keeping you my little baby boy.} So, for the most part you are wearing 3 month clothes. </div>
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You have 5.5-6 ounces of mommy made milk every 4ish hours, depending on if you urp any up in between feedings. I keep saying we need to make you wait it out a little longer so that you are eating more in one feeding. I must say that when you eat with Dad, your bottle seems to drag on for quite some time because you two like to nap together. Who knows, when you have a bottle with me, ours may take just as long but I don't notice since I am snuggling you. :)</div>
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You don't really mind tummy time but have found out that you can roll yourself over to end it! The first time you did it, and most times there after, it has been when you get mad about it. One day you rolled yourself over and then scooted clear off of the playmat you were on in only a few minutes. Maybe you are teaching yourself to do this quickly in hopes of escaping your Sister. She does love you so much... She just doesn't know how to control all of her love.</div>
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You have found your feet! You have also started hanging onto things...your animals (pacifier), toes, my hair, your burp cloth, my hair. Oh I mentioned my hair already, well you like it, a lot. It is hard to pry it out of your tight little grip!</div>
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Your awake times are more fun now. You like to look around and take everything in. Your Sister is the best at making you smile when she talks to you.<br />
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-6655879906179308262014-09-21T15:51:00.002-05:002014-09-21T15:53:54.825-05:002 monthsHard to believe you are 2 months old! You fit right into our family as if you've been here all along.<br />
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On May 5th you went in for your 2 month check up. All of the nurses and Dr. M. were so excited to see you! Before they could check you out, they had to properly dote on your cuteness.</div>
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You weighed in at 10 pounds 15 ounces and were 22 inches long. You wear size one diapers. Your clothes range from newborn to 0-3. (who knew there was a difference, right?!)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This little guy is almost six months old! I know, it's hard to tell with the lack of monthly update posts, but.... he is just a little ray of sunshine!</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We celebrated your birthday on July 5 by having family and friends over finger foods, cake and ice cream. You loved ripping in to the presents you received. You took a minute to 'read' the card and then a minute or two to check out the gift before moving on. The original plan was to enjoy a neighbor's firework show in the backyard but he did them on the 4th so we just had fun doing smaller, kid friendly ones, which was just as fun. We spent the next week slowly playing with a different present every day. Some of the fun stuff you got included: stickers, craft supplies, pink Converse shoes, play jewelry, a couple outfits, Baby Alive (that had some medical things that we used to help prep for shots), a doctor kit, blocks, Play Doh, a little cheerleader doll, bows and barrettes, and I am sure there was more! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are a growing little lady. You wear a lot of 2T clothes but can still fit into 18 month apparel. Your shoes range from 5 to 6. You were recently given a pair of Croc like shoes that are purple, blue, pink and white tie dye... of course you love them since they don't coordinate with many outfits. I think part of the reason you like them so much is that you can put them on yourself! Each time, you say, "I did it!" and throw you hands up in the air to celebrate. You have been in size 4 diapers for quite a while but just moved up to 5's. There have been a coule successful trips to the potty! It is something you talk about but haven't gotten the hang of yet, but that's okay. You've got plenty of time. You try any food we put in front of you. Your favorite seems to be a ham melt from Arby's. You like to eat frozen 'gapes' with your Daddy and love to ask for 'teddy brrrs' for a snack. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You love your Daddy to pieces (and he feels the same about you)! He is another person you ask about every morning when you wake up, "Where's Daddy?! Where's Peston?" You get so excited when you hear the garage door open everyday, "DADDY!!" Most days during school time, you and Daddy have breakfast together before school. He loves having Daddy nights with you and your brother! He tells you often that you are smart, beautiful or funny and that he will do anything for you. You have his patience, which is pretty minimal. You will try to do something on your own but get frustrated if you can't immediately get it figured out. Then you start whining until we remind you to try again or try to talk you through how do it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You have Mom characteristics too, even though she will try to pass them off as coming from your Daddy. You can have a sassy little attitude. Stating, so matter of factly, "No." to taking another bite, coming when called, putting toys away or giving a goodnight kiss. There is a stubborn, hard headed bone in your body and it drives your Mommy bonkers. She just takes a deep breath and remembers where that 'tude came from! If you don't want to to something you will flop yourself into a little puddle on the ground and pout about it. You will also fold yourself over like a pocket knife when you don't want to do something. You are such a precious little gift that it is easy to look passed your sassy behavior and help you learn a better way to react.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You enjoy school with Mrs. Jade, Mrs. Sunny and Ms. Rachel. When I get you out of the car each morning, you just start walking right up to the door, like you don't even need me anymore. It is such a bittersweet feeling. I love that you are independent enough to want to do it on your own and not get super sad about dropping you off but I still want my baby girl to hold my hand. Each day I pick you up, you run over saying, "Hi Mommy!" and I get half a hug before you turn around to run back to the playground or toys you were playing with. Again, bittersweet but so precious.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This summer you took swim lessons with Mommy. The first 3 of the 8 days, you were not totally certain. The fourth day you came to life in the water! You absolutely wore yourself out splashing, kicking and swimming your arms. The fifth day, Daddy came to watch. "Watch this Daddy!!!" or "Daddy watch me!" came out of your mouth the entire time. You were so proud to show off for your Daddy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~ Is that myyynt? -You love to ask if something is yours. Your version of mine, myyynt, rhymes with pint. (I only put that because I don't ever want to forget how you said it. I know I should correct you every time but it is so cute.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Rocka baby or Rocka Wyatt -this is what you say when you want us to sing Rock a Bye Baby. On occasion, you can be heard singing on your own. It goes a little like this, "Rocka Baby, tee top, wind blows, Rocka baby"</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~straw-beret -I think this is the French word for strawberry? No? Well, maybe it is just your own French interpretation then.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~I want a paancak. -some days you are quite vocal about wanting a pancake for breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or whenever you think about it.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~I want Jesus. -you started saying this after I taught you Jesus Loves Me on the way home from school. It works every time. I mean, how can I say no to Jesus? If you sing it on your own when you think no one is paying attention, it goes "Jesus smee. Bible. Jesus smee."</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Coooat-nee or Matsee -the names of my teacher friends that you ask for several times a week. You will even talk about their chairs, that they sat in one time when visiting us in April. You haven't forgotten where they sat.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Reeeeeaach! -you will say this when you really are having to reach or even if you are just handing us something. Sometimes you even reeeeeeeeach from clear across the room.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~'smee Tobie -Kinley talk for "excuse me Tobie" you at 'smee others too but Tobie is mainly the one you are trying to run over with your shopping cart or walk on top of.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~I want Mommy to pump it out. You will say this when Mommy is making milk for Wyatt. You love to try to help by handing me things too.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Nnnnnno! Tobie! -you really wind up the N of no before making a swatting action at her. </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~I got me! -this is said when we are chasing around in the house, instead of 'you got me!'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">~Hi Mom. -at times you will just call out to Mom or Dad from your seat at the table and you just sound so big, too big. Or you will follow us around, sounding like the seagulls from Finding Nemo, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Dad. Dad. Dad." Like a broken record but I'd listen to it all day.</span></span>
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Animal impressions include: dog, cat, cow (probably your favorite impression to make, 'mmmmoooooo' really winding up the m), pig, horse, monkey, elephant (complete with hand raising trunk motion); lion, tiger, bear, and dinosaur all have the same 'RAR!' that also have a quick claw like motion with them; fish -we're working on getting the puckered lips but it is mostly just moving your little mouth like a fish; rabbit, frog, donkey, duck, goose and bird.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are loved to no end. I hope that you always remember how loved you are, no one can take that away from you! Always know that there isn't a mountain Mommy and Daddy won't help you move. You can do anything you set your mind to. Though your sassy attitude and hard head drive me bonkers now, I hope you carry them with you the rest of your life so people know that Kinley Snow means business. I am so blessed to be your Mommy!</span></div>
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crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-45792463428420290262014-06-16T01:21:00.001-05:002014-06-16T01:27:59.710-05:00Title Less<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I tried to give this post a title... But nothing jumped out or came to me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">On June 3, I feel like my Mom had her best birthday in 19 years... She was able to celebrate it with her Daddy. Being Father's Day, I imagine Pa had the best one in years. He was able to celebrate with his kids again. It is such a bittersweet feeling. (I imagine Pa loved his birthday back in April too!)</span></div><div><br></div><div>As my babies grow, I can't help but think how he would interact with them. Kinley loves to ride Molly, the rocking horse he made when I was in junior high, and the whole time I just think about how he would get a kick out of that. Or how he would just love to talk with her now that she is just a little older. I imagine she would have had a few cuss words under her belt too, as she can be a little parrot these days. We recently, finally, hung some pictures up. Kinley sees one of Pa and recognizes him and says, "Hi Pa!" I love it and am impressed that she recognizes him in pictures. </div><div><br></div><div>Though he would be afraid of breaking him, Pa would love Brother Bear. It saddens me that he will never know him in person. I also think back to the day in the hospital that Pa felt him moving around. He just thought it was the most amazing thing ever. I mean, it is amazing, but seeing how excited and proud he was, was adorable. </div><div><br></div><div>As I write this, I can't help but think about what kind of grandma my Mom would be. It stings to know that I have had more birthdays, Christmases and every other holiday, without her than I had with her. (this is turning into such a depressing post!) Being a mom for a short two years, there have already been times that I think, "My mother just came out of my mouth!" When that happens I just smile and take comfort in knowing that even in our short time together, I was able to learn to be the kind of mother that she was. There are still some of her qualities that I strive to have but maybe someday they will just come to me.</div><div><br></div><div>In the mean time, I can feel comforted in knowing that those two, my Mom and Pa, are probably having such a great time together, laughing at me wanting to pull my hair out when Kinley pops her little stubborn attitude out at me.</div>crayolajenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03956832581269989496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880906542472162060.post-51645096061205639512014-06-07T18:21:00.000-05:002014-06-07T18:21:22.040-05:00On the Day You Were Born<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> The day started like any other, no wait, I woke up around 4:30, that's not how we start our days. The coughing and cold that I was battling first woke me...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">39 weeks pregnant is not the time to catch a cold, have allergies or whatever it was that I had. While coughing, I was concerned that I was going to a) pee my pants, b) cough this baby right out, or c) all of the above. One of those may or may not have happened on more than one occasion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As I was coughing, I kept thinking, "is that a contraction or just my body reacting to the coughing fit?" Then I was up for the bathroom. I didn't get sick this time but I knew then, based on my previous experience, that my body was preparing to have a baby. Since I had been sick, I was sleeping upstairs because I didn't want Hubby to catch it or be kept up all night with my coughing, so I just kept track of my contractions. I mean, I still wasn't completely convinced I was actually in labor since it was before my due date.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Right after 6 a.m., I texted my wonderful sub. She had planned on coming in to observe how I run the class and what our routine is.... little did she know, she was in for the rest of the year after answering that text! I was totally not prepared for her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After confirming that she would be me, I went downstairs and told Hubby, who had started feeling sickly, to put on his "big boy panties because I think we are having a baby today. We need to put the car seat in my car, pack a bag, pack Kinley's things, drop her off and head in to be checked out."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This time around, I was afraid that I was going to arrive at the hospital and they tell me I am crazy and not having a baby today. For that very fear, I had asked Mrs. Chambers and my principal to just tell people I was home sick. However, by 11:15 a.m. I was dilated to a 6! Baby is on his way!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It took a bit to get into a room. We later found out that 12 other babies were born on March 6! Our labor and delivery nurse, Tiffany, had delivered 3 other babies before we had gotten there! The contractions were getting more painful, so I was offered some pain relief through my IV. She told me it would take 5-10 minutes to kick in and that I would feel a little loopy and sleepy. She was totally right! But it was lovely!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I would say that by 12:30 I had my epidural and was feeling just fine. Dr. Wiemar even made it for this delivery! We spent some time doing practice pushes with Tiffany before she called him back to deliver. I suppose this is when having your office right across the street from the hospital comes in handy. When he got back to our room, she said she had called him a little early because Brother did not like pushing and was having a hard time coming under my pelvis. So, Dr. Wiemar wanted to see for himself and it was true. He told us he'd like to try using forceps to grab his little head and help him out. He said it would probably take 2 or 3 contractions to get him out that way but he was right there. It only took us 2 or 3 pushes during one contraction before Wyatt Ryker made his debut at 2:30 p.m.!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All the while trying to have a baby, I was battling that cough. They would want me to push, push, push but I could only do so much pushing before I had to cough again. As I mentioned this was the worst time to be sick. Alas, Wyatt made it safely and that is what matters.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After delivering, we spent extra time in labor and delivery because I had a 102 degree fever. Dr. W. did not seem to think it was delivery related but they didn't want to send me off to the post partum wing with that high of a fever. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After lots of reminders to my nurse, she was waiting on the pharmacy, I was able to get some cough medicine. Then f</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">inally after a good hour or more, my coughing was getting better. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When you were actually born only a handful of people knew you were on your way. We spent those couple hours after delivery snuggling you, just Dad and I, talking about how cute you were and how blessed we are to have another sweet, healthy baby. You also went with Dad to have your first bath. I used that time to relax. At this point, my ribs and stomach hurt from coughing so much. Around 4:30, my coughing had finally slowed down and fever came down a little so we called the grandparents and texted other friends and family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">While in the hospital, the doctor continued to treat my cough. All this time, you took well to breast feeding so were off to the races! At 24 hours old, you passed your hearing check with flying colors. Friday evening, you had visitors from my teacher friends, your Grandpa O and sister Kinley. During this visit she warmed up to you more. She still wasn't 100% about you but a definite improvement from the night before. Grandpa O was able to snap a few more pictures of our new family too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">By Saturday morning, I was complaining of a gargling feeling in my throat, like when I would breathe, it would feel like something was in he the back of my throat. The doctor ordered a chest X-ray because he thought he heard some fluid in my lungs. The X-ray confirmed that I was developing pneumonia in the lower part of my left lung. We decided it was best to stay one more night to get breathing treatments and rest since I needed to be healthy for our new little guy. I had been fortunate to have two great nurses on the post partum floor. They really kept on top of my medicines and trying to get me better... Until Saturday night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The new shift started at 7. I was supposed to get pain medicine at 8. I was getting a little rest and nursing so I didn't realize it was past due. As soon as Hubby returned from a quick run home to feed and love on Tobie, I sent him to track her down. He did that at 9 and she didn't make it to the room until 9:30. Needless to say, I had to call her when I was supposed to have medicine so I was very unimpressed with her. The day nurse on Sunday was nothing to write home about either. She was very by the book, like read us word for word, in a monotone voice, all of the discharge papers. We were finally discharged around 3:30 and made it home around 4:00.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tobie was excited to meet you and greeted you with many kisses. Dad then took you on a tour of the house so you would know your way around. Since we were so late getting discharged, your sister was at a birthday party with Jade and didn't make it home to greet you until 5:30ish. She was more open to the idea of a baby and was kind of all of in your face. She just kept saying, "baby! baby." over and over and over, in a loud, high pitched voice. We worked on calling you Wyatt but she liked Baby better. We would make the mistake of saying, "Hi, Buddy!" and without skipping a beat, she would say, "Hi, Buuddy."</span></div>
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