tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839958945616124272024-03-13T03:30:09.635-04:00The New Norm"Where the Military and Motherhood Collide"Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.comBlogger435125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-23875132022305689482011-11-14T08:31:00.000-05:002011-11-14T08:31:32.531-05:008 Is The Magic NumberI finally found the cord to my camera. Yeah. It had been THAT long since I uploaded pictures.<br />
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So, word on the street is Lael turned 8. How the hell did that happen?<br />
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Also, Kobi is 18 months today. Seriously. I know. I haven't posted a picture of him since he turned one.<br />
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Sorry.<br />
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He is really super cute though. And a busy body. And did I mention cute? Just checking.<br />
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So remember when I had planned to take Lael to the American Girl store in New York for her birthday? Yeah, probably not, but follow along anyway. So I was supposed to but then something very much so cooler happened. They opened one her in the DC area. I immediately made reservations and had been keeping it a total secret the entire summer (the very busy summer which I will catch yall up on soon). <br />
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We got snow on her birthday here in DC. On October 29th. Seriously. We couldn't believe it either but I sure didn't let that stop the birthday festivities.<br />
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We got to Tyson's Corner Mall which is where the store was and she was super annoyed that her big surprise was going the mall. It was hilarious.<br />
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As we were walking along she noticed a few girls carrying American Girl bags but still didn't put two and two together.<br />
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I swear, that place was the cutest thing I've ever seen. There was so much pink and sparkle I could die.<br />
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It was also very pricey. The grandparents were all generous enough to pitch in so I was able to easily pay for our birthday lunch package, get Lael a new doll and many accessories.<br />
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Here are a few pictures from our festivities.<br />
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It was a wonderful day. Afterwards we went bowling here on base were Lael ended the night by winning the costume contest and getting an iPod Shuffle. I know.<br />
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Halloween post to come soon! <br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-1985986528616776082011-11-08T23:09:00.000-05:002011-11-08T23:09:55.914-05:00Where did the time go?So the last time y'all heard from me Kobi had just turned 1. Well now he's creeping up on 18 months. Lael just turned 8 and I recently hit the big 30. Life has been overwhelmingly busy. I'm taking two college courses and juggling work, sports and everything else that comes along with motherhood. I'm very happy but just too busy to enjoy it sometimes. I know all my hard work will be rewarding some day. I miss you all. I miss reading your stories and laughing at your comments. I'm ready to be back. I'm not really sure how I stopped. It's like a part of me has been missing the past six months or so. Time flies by.<br />
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I'll be back soon with pictures and stories. Soon, I promise!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-21450251899397985982011-05-24T09:58:00.000-04:002011-05-24T09:58:45.386-04:00So Now He's 1Kobi turned 1 on the 14th. I am still having a hard time grasping the concept. I remember being pregnant not that long ago wondering how I would ever love a baby as much as I love Lael.<br />
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Somehow your heart stretches. You don't love one child a little less to make room for another. Your heart just gets bigger.<br />
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On the morning of his birthday, the girls wanted to have a little private celebration before all the guests arrived.<br />
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Even with bedhead they manage to be adorable.<br />
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The party was supposed to be at a picnic area but of course the weather didn't cooperate. <br />
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Of course I didn't let that stop our celebration. I rubbed the house down with Magic Erasers and sent everyone a notice that the party had been relocated to my house.<br />
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I made this photo garland that was a big hit. Thanks to my friend <a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/2011/05/photo-garland.html">Beth</a> for writing a quick tutorial post for it. <br />
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Because I wanted his party to be extra special, I also stole and <a href="http://kingdomfirstmom.com/2010/01/homemade-birthday-banner-craft.html">idea</a> to make his birthday banner. It came out much better than I expected.<br />
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This is the cake that I had orginally ordered. Originally I ordered a photo cake that had the same picture as his invitations. I was a little annoyed the machine was broke but I got over it.<br />
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Kobi had his own little cake. So cute. <br />
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He loved it!<br />
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One of my neighbors came over and brought her two little girls. At some point she asked me if I wanted her to do facepainting. Sure I said a little confused.<br />
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The last time I checked she was in home daycare provider. Apparently the week befor she taught herself to facepaint from YouTube. Who knew.<br />
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Kobi had a spiderweb and spider. I mean seriously. How cute is he?<br />
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Even though his party wasn't as I planned it turned out better than I could have ever imagined. I am so proud to be his mama.<br />
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Happy 1st Birthday Kobi Dobi!<br />
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I know it's been a while. I have missed you. The whole 5 of y'all that still read my abandoned blog.<br />
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Life has been a whirlwind and I can't seem to steady myself. Lots has happened in the past few weeks. <br />
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Let me break it down in no particular order.<br />
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<u>Mother's Day</u>: It was a great day. I pretty much stayed home and relaxed. Hubby made me breakfast in the morning and that afternoon we had a picnic with the kids where we were almost attacked by pigeons for our lunchables (classy aren't we?). Later hubby made me dinner. It was lovely except the part where I spoke to my mother. It was great to hear her voice and I sure do miss her. I haven't seen her since December and she lives like 30 minutes away. But that's beside the point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We chatted for a while and I asked her about my youngest brother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hadn't heard from him in about a month. He’s usually good about calling every few weeks and is always on Facebook obsessively. Well I found out why he's been so quiet.<br />
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<u>My brother is in jail</u>: My throat closes up just typing that. He is 19 and is the sweetest boy at heart but can't manage to stay out of trouble. He is being charged with some really serious crimes and my heart feels like it's literally breaking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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<u>I got promoted</u>:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you’ve read my blog for a while you know that I’ve tested quite a few times with no success.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was starting to think it would never happen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Traditionally the results would come out in June for those that scored high enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I got promoted under a different program.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Basically they do a narrative write up of your career and submit it to a board.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The board picks the ones that they thing are hot shit and they get promoted immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Apparently I’m hot shit. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got a phone call on Tuesday night at home from a 2-star general telling me that I had been selected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to scramble to get new stripes sewn on my uniform but I managed. It’s still unbelievable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It also comes with a pay raise (around 300 bucks a month I think) so that’s awesome.<br />
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<u>My supervisor is retiring</u>: Ugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve only been here 8 months and she’s leaving me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We technically she’s moving across the hall in a non-military position but still the same, she’s leaving me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This means that I have to take on her duties until they replace her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unless they decide I’m the one to replace her because I just got promoted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which means they may find someone to replace me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which means I will be a supervisor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which means OHMYGOD don’t have enough to do already?<br />
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I started writing this post yesterday and I was going to tell you all how my dog has been sick.<br />
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Well between yesterday and today she has passed away.<br />
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<u>My dog died</u>: I had my Cockapoo (Cocker Spaniel and Poodle mix) dog Princess since the summer before I started 10<sup>th</sup> grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That means I’ve had her just about 15 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s a long life for a dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She recently picked her leg and it became a sore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We cleaned it and wrapped it but she kept picking at it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We took her in yesterday and for some reason she had developed and infection in her leg which is why she kept picking at it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It must have been painful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Between her losing her eyesight, her hearing and just being plain old they decided it would be in her best interest to put her down.<br />
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And so it was done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s amazing how quickly the whole process went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They vet hospital team was very professional and very sweet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They thanked me for taking such good care of her and bringing her in so that she wasn’t in pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But it makes my heart sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t remember her NOT being around. And now I look at her water bowl and her leash and feel like a part of our family is missing.<br />
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You don’t realize how much animals are a part of your family until you lose one of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We haven’t told Lael yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew Princess wasn’t feeling well and she had been spending time in daddy’s man-cave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She hasn’t asked about her and I think I’ll wait until next week when we pick up her ashes to tell her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s going to be devastated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do y'all remember how she was when Boots died?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Exactly.<br />
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<u>Kobi will be 1</u>!:I am full of so many emotions and on top of everything my baby will be one on Saturday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How did this happen?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How could y'all have let this happen??<br />
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I am excited for his party but sad at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So many things are going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I find myself daydreaming more than usual.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just need things to slow down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just a bit.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-20002087952309802152011-04-18T09:48:00.000-04:002011-04-18T09:48:33.268-04:00All I Need Is A FrameShe did it.<br />
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But she did it.<br />
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She kicked the 3rd advisory period's ass. I'm so proud of her. Now that she has a taste of the Honor Roll she wants to keep it up. <br />
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She did it!<br />
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You are such a big boy. There are so many new things to touch on. You've graduated from your infant car seat. Today you had your first ride in big boy style. I think you kind of dug it. <br />
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You have finally grasped the concept of the sippy cup. I knew you could. You just don't like being rushed into things.<br />
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You can stand on your own now. Yes, you can but you are really quite lazy and don't stand longer than necessary. You're such a tease.<br />
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Baby food is pretty much a thing of the past. You refuse to eat anything but the real thing. You also do this thing were I put food in your mouth and you take it out, look at it and then decide if you want it. Silly boy. <br />
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You love repeating me. When I say cheese you give the goofiest grin and say "sheeee". You pretty much have Mama and Dada down but use them only when necessary.<br />
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I am planning your first birthday. My heart aches just a bit but it swells more with pride. I still can't believe I have a son. My boy. Mama's baby.<br />
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I took you to the park today do a photoshoot. You climbed and crawled and enjoyed the sun on your face. We were alone for a while but then a mom came with her two kids. She had an older daughter and a boy maybe a little over a year. You were sitting and across from them staring. She was one of those cute moms. You know the kind that look like they never had kids. I stared wishing I had that body. Before I knew it you power crawled over to her and she helped you stand up. Then. You slapped her. <br />
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I pretended to be mortified and she laughed it off. But when she wasn't looking I totally high fived you. We are have lots of adventures ahead of us my boy. Happy 11 months!<br />
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When I took him in for his 9 month checkup, we brought it up to his Pediatrician. Right when we were explaining it, he proceeded to show her himself. Quite a few times actually. She took notice of it. She checked his ears and they were clear. No ear infection. She checked his eyes and they seemed fine as well. She told us not to get worked up about it but to keep an eye on it.<br />
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No sooner that I had got back to work later that day, I had an email from her. I guess it bothered her enough that she asked a few colleagues and they didn’t seem OVERLY concerned but thought it would be safe to send me to a Pediatric Neurologist.<br />
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So, that’s where we ended up last Wednesday. We had 3 doctors in the room. They did the usual check of his weight and head circumference. Then they asked us one million questions. We explained that he still did the “thing” but it seems to be more often now. They poked and prodded. He giggled and babbled. They checked his reflexes, is strength, this length, his motor skills. Everything seemed fine. <br />
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Then they saw him do the “thing”. They all kind of looked at each other. They all went out to discuss the possibilities and brought in the real doctor. It was like a scene from House where the other doctors try to figure things out on their own and when they are baffled the big dawg comes in with all his expertise. Except our doctor was old. Really old. But didn’t have the cane like House, or the sarcasm. No, he was a really sweet old man and seemed to know what he was talking about.<br />
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He thinks that it just may be one of Kobi’s quirks. If so, I’m ok with that. But he did say that we have to give my son an EEG. They will hook him up to a machine that will monitor is brain waves. Scary. He said that they want to rule out any silent or mini seizures. <br />
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Yes please, let’s go ahead and rule that out. I was worried that I wouldn’t get an appointment for weeks but turns out they wanted to get him in quickly. I don’t know if I should be worried or relieved. So, either way his appointment is Wednesday. Wish us luck and perfect brain wave activity. <br />
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Also, any of you ever experience anything like this? What was the outcome?<br />
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I am that mom that loses control sometimes.<br />
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I am that mom that spoils her child.<br />
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I am that mom that’s over protective.<br />
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I am that mom care’s about her child’s appearance.<br />
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I am that mom that keeps her child involved.<br />
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I am that mom that will confront you.<br />
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I am that mom that chaperones field trips.<br />
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I am that mom that fills up your inbox.<br />
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I am that mom that does her research.<br />
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I am that mom that has military training. <br />
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I am that mom that believes in second chances.<br />
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I am that mom that will ride the school bus to make my child feel safe.<br />
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I am that mom that will NOT tolerate bullying<br />
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I am that mom that will rip your fucking head off.<br />
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I am proud to be THAT MOM…and I’ll see you on the bus this afternoon.<br />
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I am the mom that attempts the crib or bassinet but am to chicken shit to follow through.<br />
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Lael slept in the bed with me until she was 5. 5 people. Who does that? That mean that when I finally decided to break her of it (at my husbands’ request/threats) she was old enough to tell me where to shove that idea.<br />
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But I did it. She is now 7 and still bargains her way into my bed on the weekends or school holidays.<br />
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Now enter Kobi.<br />
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I was DETERMINED to do things the right way this time. I started off great at the hospital. I would swaddle his little ass and put him in that hard plastic bassinet. When I got him home I followed through with it. And then he realized that my bed was more comfortable. Especially if he was in my bed snuggled under my armpit.<br />
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All it took was one night of sleep and he promptly turned his nose up to the bassinet. But he was too little for the crib (in my opinion). So what did I do? I let him sleep with me every night. <br />
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I know.<br />
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Around 5 or 6 months I tried to put him in his crib. I decided to “attempt” the Cry It Out method. That was bullshit (in my opinion). I just couldn’t do it. He wasn’t happy. I wasn’t happy. It was not good, so back to my bed he came.<br />
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I decided to wait for him to get a little older. Finally at 8 months I decided to try again. He did much better. There wasn’t much of a fuss. He would sleep for about 3 hrs in there. Progress.<br />
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Initially I would put him to bed around 9:30. He would sleep until 1:00. After a few weeks I moved it to 9:00. He still slept until 1:00. Then I decided to get feisty and moved it to 8:30. He slept until 3:30. This went on for a few weeks and I was happy about the process. Of course each time he woke in the wee hours of the morning I would bring him into bed with me.<br />
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Then last month I decided that 8:00 was a better bedtime. I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. He went down easily but still woke at 3. That is until the second night in. He slept from 8-6. Non-stop. I couldn’t believe it.<br />
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That only happened once but since then I’ve stuck with our routine. Dinner, bath, bed. He knows the routine. Then a few nights ago he decided he didn’t like it anymore. Actually he decided he didn’t like sleep anymore at all. I don’t know if it was a growth spurt or his new tooth but things were getting ugly.<br />
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Down at 8, up at 11, then again at 2, then 5, then 6, then 7:30. The past few days had been U-G-L-Y.<br />
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Then we enter last night. I put him down around 8:30 and then I woke at 3 and he wasn’t next to me. He was still in his crib. Knocked out. I debated on letting him continue to sleep, but my throbbing boob decided he needed to eat.<br />
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I woke him and fed him and then changed him. Just when I was going to carry him to my bed I changed my mind. I decided to put him back in his crib.<br />
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I went back to bed around 3:30 and flipped though the tv for a few minutes. <br />
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Then I woke up at 7. I had fell asleep. Wait. Did Kobi stay asleep?<br />
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Yes. Yes he did.<br />
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Last night was the first night he did not sleep in my bed at ALL. <br />
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A girl could get used to this. <br />
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The newness of having a baby brother has officially worn off. While she does love him and love playing with him, the jealousy bug has set in.<br />
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She’s been acting up lately and I’ve been coming down on her hard. I don’t even recognize the child she has been lately. Talking back, deliberately ignoring me, doing the opposite of what I tell her to, rolling her eyes, huffy breathing. I’m used to her showing out here and there but it’s been a little out of control.<br />
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My first thoughts are always, “it’s a phase”, but I thought a little harder about it this time. I had to figure out what was really bothering her.<br />
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Then the other night, I snapped. I had had enough. She pushed me to my limit and I spanked her. I haven’t spanked her in a very long time. I had given up on spanking. Swore it off forever.<br />
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I was wrong. While her actions were completely out of control, how were mine any better?<br />
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Later that evening we snuggled in bed and we talked. She cried about how everything is about Kobi. She explained how she was upset that she was the small cute one anymore. That she always has to be quiet because he’s sleeping. We can’t do certain things because Kobi is too small. Kobi, Kobi, Kobi.<br />
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She broke down in tears and my heart hurt. This is the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. I wanted her to feel the love of having a sibling at home full time. I wanted her to learn the responsibility of helping out.<br />
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I once again question my decision. Have I ruined her. She told me that she doesn’t want Kobi to get in the middle of our love and friendship. What do you say to that? I was speechless.<br />
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I need to do better. I am filled with so much guilt. If she only knew how much I love her. How nothing could ever take away the joy she has given me. How I am a better mother to Kobi because of what she has taught me. <br />
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She’s too young to understand now but I hope one day she will.<br />
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In the meantime, I hope she’s forgiving of me.<br />
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Moms are flawed too. <br />
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We had your 9 month checkup last week. You are 20lbs and 28 1/2 inches. Growing just like you should.<br />
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We saw the cardiologist before your pediatrician and you are in the clear. No more heart appointments. It's such a relief!<br />
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The last few weeks have been a blur. <br />
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You've learned so many new "tricks" in such a short time.<br />
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You can now shake your head "no". It's quite funny. I think you purposely do things you shouldn't just to hear me say "no" so you can shake your cute little head and smile at me. <br />
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You say "mama". Your dad argues that you aren't really saying it but you only say it when I am home.<br />
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You love peek-a-boo. Not like before when you giggled at me. Now you like to be the one doing the hiding. You lean your head down or put a blanket over your head then pop up real fast. I die from cuteness overload every time.<br />
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You are a champ crib sleeper now. I'm glad I waited for you to get older. You are set in your routine and you don't put up a fuss. <br />
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You are still nursing. Well, that's more of an accomplishment for me. Anyway, the problem is you have zero interest in a sippy cup. Zero.<br />
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You love Lael. Like seriously. Even more than you love her you love her hair. You have made pulling her beads your new favorite pastime. When I'm doing her hair you pick up the brush to help. <br />
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You love to eat. Anything. Everything. It's a challenge for me to eat around you. But I like that you aren't picky.<br />
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You are a speed crawler. The baby gate stays up 24/7. And now you've learned to climb on things. Dude. Slow down. There's time for that later.<br />
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You have brought so much joy to this house. Your laughter. The way you squeal when I come home. The way you mock the sounds I make. <br />
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I'm so in love with you. Especially how much you made me laugh during our photo shoot. You giggled every time the camera flashed.<br />
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Such a goofy goober.<br />
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There were so many awesome things that happened that I didn’t time to blog about them.<br />
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But it needs to be remembered. <br />
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Then Chinese New Year was celebrated at the beginning of the month. <br />
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This was a big deal for Lael’s school because they study Chinese from PreK through the 5<sup>th</sup> grade. Lael decided to be one of 4 kids from her class to participate in their Chinese New Year celebration. She gave up recess everyday to rehearse for this big production.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This also meant I had to listen to her speaking Chinese around the house for weeks. <br />
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I show up early on the day of the event. I secured a second row seat and I was armed with my camera phone. Yes, I totally forgot my “good” camera but didn’t think it would be a big deal.<br />
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There entire auditorium filled with all the different classes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It got crowded rather quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We watched a few different groups act out their songs and dance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it was time for Lael’s group.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They walked back stage donned with wearing paper masks. They lined up on stage behind paper umbrellas and begin peeking out while singing a song (in Chinese of course). The song and story line were cute and I followed along well but I soon realized Lael wasn’t on the stage. <br />
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I was confused. I was sure that I saw her go backstage. Her <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>group finishes their song and everyone claps but the kids don't leave the stage. It gets quiet for a moment and we realize they aren’t done.<br />
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Suddenly a kid that has on a mask different from the rest jumps from behind one of the umbrellas. She walks to the middle of the stage and grabs the mic. She begins to sing a song.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had such a soft sweet voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wait, is that Lael? <br />
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Yes. Yes it was.<br />
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My child stood in the middle of that stage and sang that song all by herself. <br />
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I had no idea she had a solo. I didn’t even know she could sing so beautifully. I could not hold back my tears. <br />
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After the performance I tease Lael about not telling me she had her own part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walk up to her class to get her things and her teacher stops me.<br />
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She tells me that the 2<sup>nd</sup> grade classes will be having a Black History Month play at the end of the month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she tells me that she has given Lael female main character role because she is so theatrical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know whether to be excited or worried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, I was super proud.<br />
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The performance were supposed to be the 24<sup>th</sup> but they postponed it until today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Funny they are having it after Black History Month is over, but who cares?<br />
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In addition, they were given a biography project. Lael chose Michael Jackson as her famous person and there was a Spelling Bee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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Our month was filled with studying spelling words, looking up facts about MJ’s life and rehearsing her play. It has been busy to say the least.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She made it to the 4<sup>th</sup> round in her grade Spelling Bee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s excited to do it again next year.<br />
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I am headed to her school soon for the play and she also get to dress up as Michael to read her biography on him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s going to be exciting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I even ordered her a sparkle glove and red “Thriller” pleather jacket for her to dress the part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, how fun.<br />
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Stay tuned for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that </i>post. <br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">**In case you are curious, they are acting out a book called “Dinner at Aunt Connie’s House”by Faith Ringgold.**</i><br />
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Hope you all have a Wacky Wednesday too! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Kobi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"My favorite person name is Kobi. Kobi lives with me. Kobi likes to grab stoth. I love to play with Kobi. Kobi is my favorite person because he is the smallest one in my family."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> -Lael</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't tell you how much my heart exploded with pride. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Even though she can't spell the word "stuff". </div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-58307476275200583202011-02-16T08:24:00.000-05:002011-02-16T08:24:38.007-05:00Wordless WednesdayThe Tantrums.....<br />
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......have begun.<br />
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(See, he isn't smiling ALL the time.)<br />
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You are so incredibly funny. You love cheese. If you see me reach for the package you squeal.<br />
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You love watching Lael play basketball. I can see in your eyes that you can barely wait to be able to run with her.<br />
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You are always smiling. You smile while still holding on to that paci. Sometimes you cry and smile at the same time.<br />
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You make the weirdest faces. I try my best to get you to make them over and over just to catch them on camera.<br />
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You are a biter. I have marks on my shoulders, finger and legs from you daggering me with those 6 knives. Somehow you know better than to bite me while nursing. Just so you know, the formula is only a few steps away.<br />
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You have finally started sleeping in your crib. Only for about 5 hrs at night, but it's a start. I'm so proud of you for this. You are becoming such a big boy.<br />
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You aren't taking steps yet like your sister did at 9 months but there is no need to rush. I want you to be a baby for as long as you want.<br />
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You like to dance now. You have this cute little bounce you do whenever you hear music. If I say "Go Kobi, go Kobi, go go go Kobi" you giggle and bounce. So. Cute.<br />
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I am both excited and sad to be planning your first birthday already. It's only a few months away. Can you guys believe it?<br />
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His 9mth checkup is next week. I'm excited to see how much you've grown.<br />
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Silly boy.<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-52968815361508197182011-02-09T06:00:00.001-05:002011-02-09T06:00:09.915-05:00Wordless WednesdayThis is the pretty bun Lael had when she went to school this morning.<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is what I saw when I walked in the house from work.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Seriously?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I live with animals. Animals I tell ya.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a></div>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-40696848803916292682011-02-07T16:18:00.002-05:002011-02-07T16:18:17.868-05:00Average Work<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="" name="_MailAutoSig"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lael got her report card on Friday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been making up excuses for the past year or so on why her report cards haven’t been the greatest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure what I expect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part of my problem is that I am not a fan of the grading system that is used.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to see a letter grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead I get a N for Not Introduced, a D for Developing, or an S for Secure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From the end of last year up until now she has mostly D’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _MailAutoSig;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A few weeks ago Lael asked me what an F was on her test. I explained that it meant she failed. That she had too many wrong answers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was very upset about this. I emailed her teacher and found out that the class had taken a unit math test and many of the kids did poorly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It annoys me because that means that some kids did fine. Mine was not one of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her teacher explained that Lael KNEW this stuff but rushed and made simple mistakes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This annoys me as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It doesn’t matter what she KNOWS.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she can’t pass her tests it doesn’t matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She assured me that she was going to go over the test with the class and have them retake it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _MailAutoSig;">Along with the report card a progress folder was sent with class assignments and tests from the past quarter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Included was that test and the retake. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She went from an F to a B.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even then she made silly mistakes. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She does very well in spelling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some tests she got every word correct plus the bonus words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _MailAutoSig;"><span style="font-family: Consolas; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-no-proof: yes;"></span></span></span></div><span style="mso-bookmark: _MailAutoSig;"></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe I have to come to the realization that this is who she is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She does just enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has two smart parents and she is fully capable but I know in my gut that she can do better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do I push her? Is this something she has to want for herself?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I asked her teacher to send extra work home so that I can practice with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part of me doesn’t even want to bother because she will mumble and groan the entire time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have any of you had this experience? A smart child who doesn’t seem to focus and apply themselves?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am at a loss. I don’t want a child that is just getting by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What makes it even worse is that she is compared to her sister. The one that gets Above Average marks on every report card. The one that is doing math and reading at a grade above where she should be.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know every child is different but they are equally smart. What should I do?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Help!</span></div><br />
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Right after this "oh so sweet" picture, the little monster tried to bite my mole off. But he's cute so I forgave him.<br />
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Another month has passed.<br />
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You have reached so many milestones.<br />
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I already find myself missing those little things you used to do.<br />
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It great to see you growing so strong and healthy but I'm in disbelief of how much time has passed.<br />
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You can be seen hanging with MawMaw.<br />
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Or with your Grandma Lumi.<br />
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You have become your own person.<br />
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You have so many quirks. For some reason you love Sanford and Son. I mean LOVE it. No matter how upset you are if you hear the theme music you stop in your tracks. I really need to get that on video.<br />
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You are now the proud owner of six teeth. Yes, six. <br />
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I can no longer eat in front of you without sharing. Just the other other day you stuck your fist in my bowl of spaghetti. Good times.<br />
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You love music. Any type. You have began rocking a bit. It's only a matter of time before you full out dance. I can't wait to see that.<br />
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You can crawl but you'd rather not. <br />
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Your new trick is standing up. Already. If I'm sitting on the ground you pull up on my back. If I'm sitting on the couch you pull up and smile.<br />
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You just may start walking at 9 months like Lael.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"What mom, there is nothing wrong with playing with a pink car."</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Hey, what you doing over there...let me get a closer look."</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Oh, what in that bowl. I need to get a wee bit closer."</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What, yes I'm standing up. No it's no big deal."</div><br />
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Daddy is still his BFF but he is excited to see me when I get home from work.<br />
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I can't wait to see what you do this next month.<br />
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I love you my little meatball.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-82218805863693272942011-01-12T09:50:00.000-05:002011-01-12T09:50:30.010-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjAuTkyLOJnk7ZdLYL4Pb563HEjEEzZRirJc4GvL-AdhJ7XNDZnbuxsJHnNUhGBjq-Scr0vtj3gdAx35Ghooix4ap6YdUbsbwfmoGpn70Jrz6Q2ds-NJAOLu7G0aDSmdEZSXWmNSpKw0/s1600/Lael+BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjAuTkyLOJnk7ZdLYL4Pb563HEjEEzZRirJc4GvL-AdhJ7XNDZnbuxsJHnNUhGBjq-Scr0vtj3gdAx35Ghooix4ap6YdUbsbwfmoGpn70Jrz6Q2ds-NJAOLu7G0aDSmdEZSXWmNSpKw0/s640/Lael+BB.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
They may need to lower the rim just a little bit more.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83995894561612427.post-1299060660234478672011-01-11T08:10:00.000-05:002011-01-11T08:10:13.713-05:00In Need Of Sister Wives...and other stuff<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I started post yesterday about my weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was about<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>taking down Christmas decorations and all that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know the usual.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of course my insane life took over once again and now it’s pointless to post it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So let’s move on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Here a few things you should know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For lack of time and pure laziness I will deliver it in bullet format.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I survived my first week of Marketing 100.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not that bad. Yet.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kobi is confused with a newborn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His waking up every 2 hrs the few nights is Kicking My Ass.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lael started basketball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How cute is that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will be taking tons of pictures to share.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your welcome.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I started P90X yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shut up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am well aware that I’ve started it twice before. And failed.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you haven’t tried Hamburger Helpers Chicken Fried Rice your life isn’t complete.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Go get some.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am currently taking applications for a Sister Wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or someone to take my hubby off my hands.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We are expecting our first snow storm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Between 1-4 inches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I currently hurt a friends feeling and am now beating myself up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This makes me sad.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am going to buy myself new clothes with income tax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What’s your must have item this season?</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As you can see my life has been full of interesting facts. Or not. Whatever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What are your feeling on becoming my Sister Wives?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/348/EE2D4906CA259CBB3785F3D1B06FA126.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a>Keyonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04875993010376385468noreply@blogger.com2