tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50318978310649729162024-02-07T16:05:39.386-08:00Leave it to the Leavitt'sAnghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-60746725565672999082015-01-10T22:36:00.001-08:002015-01-10T22:36:20.192-08:00Love and laughter... Letters to my kids.Dear Adelade, <div><br></div><div>I love you. You are the sweetest brightest little girl I know. I sometimes can't believe you are such a big girl. I love when you read your book "Otto & Todd" to me. I love how you look up to me as you "read" the words with a big smile on your face. I love the dance shows you put on, and how you "la-la--la" the whole time. I love how you want to help me in the kitchen, and I'm sorry when I don't have the patience for you, I'm working on it. </div><div><br></div><div>You absolutely love being a princess, you change princess dresses, or princess nightgowns at least 3 or 4 times a day. </div><div><br></div><div>Today we went for a walk and you made snow angels and crawled in the snow and licked the snow, I wish I could replay this moment over and over. Tonight though, when I was yelling at you about not being fast enough at getting dressed, I hope you forget that. I hope you forget all the times I get upset and just remember that I love you, and would do anything for you. I am not perfect....WAY NOT perfect but becoming your mom was the best thing I ever did in my life. You bring so much joy to our family. Your smile and laughter and kisses are little blessings I sometimes, most times, don't deserve, but you love me anyway!! </div><div><br></div><div>Keep being the energetic lovely girl you are, you make the world better.</div><div>Love, your Mom xo </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Dear Bentley, </div><div><br></div><div>Oh Benty bear. Your smile, your smile is a gift for God to me, I just know it. It's really a gift to everyone. The other day at superstore we were at the cashand you saw this older man with a big mustache and he couldn't stop waving at him. I put you down and you couldn't walk fast enough over to him. You put your arms up to him and wanted him to pick you up. This complete stranger, you just adored, you made him smile and if he was having a bad day you made it better. </div><div><br></div><div>Today while we were walking, you just loved walking in the snow, you were cracking up. It was hilarious!! You literally were pretending to laugh. It was so cute! You LOVE LOOOOOVE to climb onto everything, especially the piano & and the kitchen table, I just really hope you never learn how to climb onto the fridge. Seriously, no. You love to drink water out of cups (more like spill), play with tooth brushes, and play cars!!! Yes, you love other things, but these things are definitely some of your top 10!! I love how you suck your thumb ONLY in your crib, or when you are almost in your crib. </div><div>Some of the best moments are when you are really tired and you put your head on my shoulder, it doesn't happen often but when it does I wish I could pause life. </div><div><br></div><div>Thank you for bringing joy and laughter into our family and into my life. Keep smiling.</div><div><br></div><div>Love, Your Mom xo </div><div><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-10405180682539611472015-01-02T22:25:00.001-08:002015-01-02T22:25:59.507-08:00Christmas & New Years!!<div>Christmas & New Years and all the in between:</div><div>1. Christmas: Christmas was simple and sweet. We spent Christmas Eve at my Dads enjoying some yummy appetizers. Then came home and opened 1 gift (pjs), Bentley was not enthused at all he just wanted his bottle & bed. Adelade was genuinely excited about a Dora nightgown. </div><div><br></div><div>Christmas Morning the kids slept in until 9! It was lovely. We opened stockings, ate cereal then opened the rest of the gifts. The kids didn't get much, but they were beyond thrilled with everything they got. Adelade got all things Elsa. Her "uncle" Thomas (was sooo generous) got her a handmade Elsa dress that Adelade wore all day until she ripped it (which reminds me I need to fix it). Bentley didn't get that excited, but he got a few mini trucks that entertained him. We were so blessed to have scored a free "toy tool set", which was a joint gift to them that they played with for at least an hour!! Haha!! Bentley was very amused by the pretend drill that made noise and shone lights. We will be sure not to keep any "real tools" near the play ones!! They are terribly similar. </div><div><br></div><div>Then I rallied everyone together to go to the park, it wasn't super cold, but it was cold enough that our park adventure only lasted about 30 minutes. My favorite moment was pushing them both on the baby swings. They giggled and their cheeks were rosy. It was lovely. I loved how low key Christmas Day was and it was so easy to be with each other, I am really grateful for my sweet husband and my hooligan kids!! </div><div><br></div><div>We had Christmas Dinner at my Dads. It was yummy and very nice to be with Family. </div><div><br></div><div>Then from Boxing Day to the day before New Years Eve we spent with Matthew's family. There was ice skating (not for Bentley & I...he thought napping would be more fun), Christmas Dinner, Stallen Bread, cross iron mills, Perogie making (I now know how much work is involved in making these tasty morsels!!...they were worth it!...all 300 of them!), outdoor runs, games, going to the movies, Pride & Prejudice & many many hours of Bentley crying and refusing to sleep. It was awesome! And by awesome I mean NOT AWESOME AT ALL!! Eventually by night 3 it only took an hour for him to finally stop crying after countless cuddles. He really wanted to be part of the party!! Adelade & Bentley had a wonderful time building relationships with their cousins--They played with each other so well for 3 days. They also ate their quota for mini candy canes!! I know now Bentley really likes hard candies! Like....a lot!! </div><div>Matthew and I got some nights to ourselves, so we got a few extra hours of delightful SLEEP!!! We even got to go shopping on our own and the new hunger games movie. I am so grateful for family who is willing to lend a helping hand. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>2. New Years 2014 included a couple of cranky parents and kids buying some chicken wings, veggies & dip as well as a short trip to Target. We then came home and put kid number 2 to bed (Benty bear...he was most upset about life!). He missed out on watching Despicable me 2 while having a mini picnic. The wings were so good!! I went to my best friends for a few minutes to help her decide on a New Years dress, it helped me not be so cranky!! (I don't know what it was but I was a major cranky lady the past few days, now I'm all good!! Haha!) Matthew and I watched the last 2 episodes of BBC's Pride & Prejudice....it's all on YouTube you know?! We had been watching it over the last few days with Matthew's family and I really really wanted to watch the last episodes. Matthew must love me a whole bunch because he agreed to the crazy idea! We then ate large amounts of Christmas chips ahoy & Christmas Oreos and actually missed when the clock struck midnight. Good times!! We stayed up until 1:30, why? I have no idea!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGm1WiqI7P-5_cH7X0KZNyC65w3DIbf3rlDpJ2o8d3_UtjkLTYnmtrGbZKzU_RONLSrLp7lmOGJTLvwzU544Mg-q3QrQucKKMnKuNdvIKDGDYYLwWpOJhuqMUzy2FqaQp0-7w0yyrYko/s640/blogger-image-841602252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGm1WiqI7P-5_cH7X0KZNyC65w3DIbf3rlDpJ2o8d3_UtjkLTYnmtrGbZKzU_RONLSrLp7lmOGJTLvwzU544Mg-q3QrQucKKMnKuNdvIKDGDYYLwWpOJhuqMUzy2FqaQp0-7w0yyrYko/s640/blogger-image-841602252.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">4. After New Years: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On Friday (today) we went to Okotoks to pay respect to my Mom, it is the anniversary of her passing in a few days. It was bitterly cold and the wind was blowing hard, so we showed the kids her grave stone, snapped a few pics and said a sweet & simple prayer. It lasted about 2 minutes! We want the kids to remember their "Nana Wenda" so we are trying to teach them about her every so often.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then we stopped and got some frozen yogurt before heading home. There I was telling Adelade about my Mom, I asked her what color of hair she thought she had, after a few seconds of deliberating Adelade answered enthusiaticly "PINK"!! It was very sweet, I have to regretfully inform her that her hair was brown. I told her about her smile and how kind she was, then Adelade just bursted out "I love her!!! I love Nana Wenda, don't you Mommy? Don't you Daddy? don't you Bentley?" I don't want to forget this moment. Then tonight as we said our prayers Adelade prayed about how thankful she is for Nana Wenda, this was after she said "I'm grateful nana Wenda's not died", then we had to say "no she has died", then she said "I'm grateful nana Wenda died" oh her sweet innocence!! :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_ByCH28SaovmDeNQupLv6-vV16tsBm7oH3H_-GSLmBTyqqCpuAJjtOfOY-YYM2DWbRByz_0MuxLJE8SSogVrcLYSTDslayb7tB30Fzy33b9KWt-ps6ClhKqFLxaEGWkoqn35psx7kh8/s640/blogger-image-2074520151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_ByCH28SaovmDeNQupLv6-vV16tsBm7oH3H_-GSLmBTyqqCpuAJjtOfOY-YYM2DWbRByz_0MuxLJE8SSogVrcLYSTDslayb7tB30Fzy33b9KWt-ps6ClhKqFLxaEGWkoqn35psx7kh8/s640/blogger-image-2074520151.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_ByCH28SaovmDeNQupLv6-vV16tsBm7oH3H_-GSLmBTyqqCpuAJjtOfOY-YYM2DWbRByz_0MuxLJE8SSogVrcLYSTDslayb7tB30Fzy33b9KWt-ps6ClhKqFLxaEGWkoqn35psx7kh8/s640/blogger-image-2074520151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXdVnUIB9WAm4RrkY5GrG8ycY4ynVJqdWHGjLfp-91a9-5rolZbIFCpnj0XA3cv5PCaWPA84pVmz9mHIEsfWxDmStZuHKemZu1jeEvSV1NKeimUovvhmXyT2A8rDG2BlM81EXOX355sTo/s640/blogger-image--2071423766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXdVnUIB9WAm4RrkY5GrG8ycY4ynVJqdWHGjLfp-91a9-5rolZbIFCpnj0XA3cv5PCaWPA84pVmz9mHIEsfWxDmStZuHKemZu1jeEvSV1NKeimUovvhmXyT2A8rDG2BlM81EXOX355sTo/s640/blogger-image--2071423766.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHoKkyrCyCfDEI51r-gs4CrUcX2RT_ku4acfWMwcwMybYGg4q4qpGgu5JIE3p3oEU8xwkePnyc42kV-7GX3th4fOi1zxOEKCbu4Rdg98FbBjkyYkS-zSQibeiKCg70Z-vhTlqZJ8FWqk/s640/blogger-image-1559300836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHoKkyrCyCfDEI51r-gs4CrUcX2RT_ku4acfWMwcwMybYGg4q4qpGgu5JIE3p3oEU8xwkePnyc42kV-7GX3th4fOi1zxOEKCbu4Rdg98FbBjkyYkS-zSQibeiKCg70Z-vhTlqZJ8FWqk/s640/blogger-image-1559300836.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROFjl_wnLKIbXCp081pMdPSiUfP5erK5YDlcr_V_wGemckGJhXOjNGjdaqPzbid7x15e46bsIeulEPPtEfPX1Ya_Qjn__XkysQv_XuI5UyMB71u_XXuzjSoZCBYh43-a2l3d4vvokJ20/s640/blogger-image--1146373849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROFjl_wnLKIbXCp081pMdPSiUfP5erK5YDlcr_V_wGemckGJhXOjNGjdaqPzbid7x15e46bsIeulEPPtEfPX1Ya_Qjn__XkysQv_XuI5UyMB71u_XXuzjSoZCBYh43-a2l3d4vvokJ20/s640/blogger-image--1146373849.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm excited for another wonderful year with my team of 4!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-29371901871263953352014-12-22T19:35:00.001-08:002014-12-22T19:54:44.394-08:00December 22, 2009On this day 5 years ago, my life was very very different. <div>I was happily dating a super stud, and we were in love. I lived at home with my Dad, I had 2 part time jobs, and I was going into my last semester in University. Matthew and I had only been dating since Septmeber but I knew he was the one, we had talked about getting married, we even went ring shopping (which might I add was way more terrifying than I though it would be!! Haha). It was going to be our first Christmas together, except I was getting on a plane in less than 24 hours with my Dad to visit my family in Montreal for the holidays. I was sad to leave him, since it was my first Christmas ever having a boyfriend, and well that in and of itself was enough to make me sad. But I was also happy to go see my family in Montreal as it had been a number of years since I'd seen them. </div><div><br></div><div>So a few days before Matthew had the "talk" with my dad...the "can I marry your daughter" talk. I was just as nervous as he was because I knew my dad wasn't big on marriage, and we hadn't been dating long. at. all. But it went good and he gave Matthew the go ahead, well he technically said " he didn't need his permission" so Matthew was confused for a large portion of the conversation, but in the end it was clear that it was okay to ask me to marry him. Ahhh!!! It was so nerve racking. </div><div><br></div><div>So back to the 22nd, I was eye high in dirty clothes and attempting to pack. I think Matthew was helping me clean my room, or something like that. All I really remember is allllll night my Dad kept saying "so are you engaged yet?" " you know he better ask you soon, because we leave tomorrow", I kept replying "no, we aren't engaged yet, we will be when he asks". I knew Matthew wasn't going to ask me before I left for Montreal because a week earlier he said the ring was going to come in while I was away. Anyway, at around 10:30pm we decided to go for a walk, I remember thinking in my head, maybe he should just ask me so my Dad stops pestering us. (But how romantic is that, "can you please just pop the question already?!") so off on our walk we went. It was freezing and snowing. We went for a walk down into fish creek. It was so quiet out and the snow was cold and fuzzy as it fell from the sky. I don't remember what we talked about, but I'm sure we talked. We had been walking for about 20 minutes and had gotten to a spot we had been to before when we had first started dating. We walked off the path a bit and up this hill, that had a lot of snow. I remember I was not wearing very warm pants or shoes...my legs were numb and my toes were cold. I thought " why are we walking up here, I get it, it's cute, but why---I'm so cold!" But I went along with it because I was in love. So we got about half way up and Matthew put our gloves down in the snow for me to sit on, awe how sweet!! So I sat down and happily did not freeze my tushy. Matthew then sat down, with his back towards me sort of. I remember thinking, why is he sitting like that?!. I think Matthew said something to me like "remember when we were here last? Do you know what we talked about", for the life of me I can't remember what I said but I remember thinking " is he about to ask what I think he might ask?!" And before I knew it he turned toward me and was on one knee opening a small box (it was really quite smooth) with a ring inside. All I know is that I starting balling like a baby. Tears were falling from my eyeballs!!! I wish I could say I remember everything Matthew said, but all I remember (even in the moment) is he pronounced my middle name wrong (that's what happens when you hardly know each other lol) and I'm pretty sure he asked me to marry him. So I said yes!! I was so overwhelmed by my thoughts of "this is it!!! This is your moment!! This is the moment you got engaged!!!!" And I was also afraid he was going to drop the ring in the snow, it really impeded on my listening skills. So after I finished crying and said yes--we hugged and kissed and put the ring on my finger. </div><div><br></div><div>Then we walked back home and I don't remember being very cold anymore. I was too busy being excited to be cold!! We got home and my Dad wasn't very surprised that we were engaged, but he was happy for us! I called some of my close girl friends and they came over and then at around midnight Matthew and I celebrated with a big plate of perogies.</div><div><br></div><div>It's hard to believe how much my life has changed in 5 years. Matthew and I have grown a lot individually and as a couple. He will always be my one true love. I am just as in love with him as I was 5 years ago, if not more. I'm so grateful he chose me, and asked me to be his companion forEVER!! I know that people spend their life searching for love, so I am going to cherish and hold on to the love that Matthew and I have, it's special and it's ours. </div><div><br></div><div>True love exists, I believe in it, I found it--I opened my heart to it and I'm not letting go. </div><div><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-43175686074301692412014-12-18T22:03:00.001-08:002014-12-18T22:23:53.997-08:00The things I must remember & a quote I must remember!!1. The way Bentley picks up stuffed animals and hugs them under his chin.<div><div>2. The way Bentley specifically sits on the heat register in the kitchen.</div><div>3. How Adelade reminds me to pray before every meal.</div><div>4. How Adelade always goes to bed wearing pajamas, yet ceases to wake up wearing anything.</div><div>5. The way Matthew says "I love you" about a bazillion times before we ever leave each other. </div><div>6. How calming the Christmas tree all lit up and decorated is. </div><div>7. The way Bentley smiles at me through his crib when we wakes up from his naps.</div><div>8. How Adelade has worn a princess dress every single day since she turned 3. </div><div>9. That Adelade wants cuddles from me every night. I feel bad some nights I say no. </div><div>10. How happy Adelade gets when I lay in her toddler bed with her.</div><div>11. How much Adelade and Bentley love to play in the couchfort with flashlights. </div><div>12. How comforting it is to come home to a warm house full of people I love and love me back. </div><div>13. How Bentley loves to "brush" his teeth while standing on the toilet.</div><div>14. That no matter how many times I tell Bentley to not climb on the table, he still climbs on the table with the biggest grin on his face. </div><div>15. The way Adelade dances and prances around the living room. </div><div>16. The way Bentley tries to copy Adelade's dances. Instead he toddles around flapping his arms and bending side to side. Seriously so so cute!!</div><div>17. How every once and a while I find Matthew steam mopping the floor. Even though it's a knock-off steam mop, he does a great job!</div><div>------</div><div><br></div><div>I read this the other day & it really struck a cord in me :) </div><div><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRP9Q1FdsdPylGskCH6Xd4SDns7ewp2nuH9eA8V_TrpWEovht-VYZyEYFBKpnzMFoRLZKZygUGlTOoJ20WgTfvYVo5j_AKof1ZxxZRRkqE0FC6FW2fexu5GVUU1GrWVMKgEtc7g72DVOo/s640/blogger-image-607327581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRP9Q1FdsdPylGskCH6Xd4SDns7ewp2nuH9eA8V_TrpWEovht-VYZyEYFBKpnzMFoRLZKZygUGlTOoJ20WgTfvYVo5j_AKof1ZxxZRRkqE0FC6FW2fexu5GVUU1GrWVMKgEtc7g72DVOo/s640/blogger-image-607327581.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-83300678793492468592014-12-16T11:15:00.001-08:002014-12-18T22:29:47.201-08:00What happens after midnight is always hard to remember...So last night I feel like I was awake more than sleeping. <div><br></div><div>When we woke up, Matthew says to me "I'm so tired!" "I feel like the kids were up like 8 times last night"...." Didn't I make Bentley's bottle like 4 times". Granted it was a crazy night, but here is what actually happened.</div><div><br></div><div>We went to bed WAY later than we should have, all that cold medicine was kicking in and made it hard to fall asleep. Then at around 2 (I think) Bentley woke of screaming!! He was so mad, he wouldn't let me cuddle him or anything. I had Matthew go get his bottle because his Uncle was sleeping on the the couch and I didn't feel like getting caught in my skivvies. So Matthew got his bottle (it was already made). Matthew then put him back to bed. Not even 2 minutes later he was screaming again!!!! Clearly he wanted more to eat. So I had Matthew go down again and make another bottle. Poor Matthew had no clue what was happening. I sat with Bentley in his room, and because he was screaming so loud Adelade woke up and sat with us. Apparently we were having an after hours party! I gave Bentley bottle number 2 and put them both back to bed. Thank goodness it worked!! </div><div><br></div><div>Then around 3 I heard Adelade wake up and walk downstairs. I was worried she was going to freak out because Matthew's uncle was sleeping on the couch. Instead she just came back upstairs and asked me in her most awake voice ever "mommy can we cuddle?" I was so confused! Haha. I put her back to bed...I think?! </div><div><br></div><div>Then a few hours later I heard Adelade go pee, she came in asking for more underwear. Matthew and I didn't know what was going on, we told her to go get her underwear as she knows where it is. She was all like "okay, yah sure" The thing that threw me off is she sounded so awake, it was as if it was the middle of the day. Oh Adelade!! Haha</div><div><br></div><div>Then a few hours after that I woke up and it was 8:30AM!! What the??! How is that even possible! It's like Christmas when the kids sleep past 7. </div><div><br></div><div>So as it turns out the kids were not awake 8 times rather 3, maybe 4. Also, only 1 bottle was made...not 4. Oh what the minds thinks when you are completely delirious! 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This kind of impeded any family weekend traditions. For the last 12 weeks I haven't run, so no long runs on Saturdays. Lately I've been hitting the gym around 8, then coming home to the kids watching cartoons and then depending on how we are feeling, which is usually cranky...hah! Well usually one very small cute person with big blue eyes and crazy curly hair (Benty boo!) is cranky so he naps while I get ready and then sometimes we go out, and sometimes we don't. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by all the "things" I didn't do all week--laundry, cleaning, dishes, organizing, so it kind of puts a damper on the day when I go all "momfreak". </div><div><br></div><div>When Matthew and I first got married we talked about how much we hated HATED doing chores on Saturday mornings. We had big plans of doing chores during the week, thus leaving Saturday's for fun!! Well let me tell you how great that worked out, or didn't. We have a really messy house and our chores definitely don't get done during the week. So this leaves me with the question, maybe Saturday morning chores are where it's at? Who knows?! </div><div><br></div><div>I used to feel bad about how our Saturday's weren't filled with exciting adventures and weekend getaways, but now I'm realizing that simpleness is more my thing. I used to get overwhelmed by planning trips, having enough food, clothes-- etc. etc. but now sometimes all we have to do is leave the house. Seriously sometimes we do just that, we get in the car--crankiness and all and then decide on where to go. If we don't have something we need, we buy it, or go back home. Less stress, more fun. I'm working at it! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-34083157932432516752014-12-15T11:05:00.001-08:002014-12-15T11:05:34.693-08:00Tender momentsThe other day I hit my head on the corner of the kitchen cupboard. Ouch!! It hurt so bad. I was keeled over holding my head as Adelade asked me "what's wrong mommy?" I replied "mommy hurt her head". I was in the middle of dishing up lunch so as I was putting food on the table, Adelade then said to me "mommy do you want me to kiss it better?" (Awwww) I of course said yes!! <div><br></div><div>Then this morning I was sitting on the couch with a really bad terrible awful worst headache. Adelade came over and again asked "do you want me to kiss it better?" Yes please!! </div><div><br></div><div>Lately Adelade has really been into dancing. She turns on this little Christmas toy that plays music. Then she uses the rug in the living room as her stage. She spreads her arms and twirls on her tippy toes. Sometimes she even closes her eyes and tumbles around on the ground. It's actually quite emotive. Even Bentley now walks around trying to stand on his tippy toes and spread his arms. It is seriously the cutest thing ever. </div><div><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-54887899678102087632014-12-15T10:55:00.001-08:002014-12-15T10:55:22.118-08:00Am I looking forward to ChristmasYes.<div>And </div><div>No. </div><div><br></div><div>I am looking forward to being with family, and watching Adelade take in the magical of Christmas. Bentley doesn't quite know what's going on, but I'm sure he'lol love ripping open gifts and being with family. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Christmas was so magical to me as a kid. I want it to be like that for my kids. I have a hard time not getting everything done--I want to because something always seems to come up. Or I get lazy, or I just don't make time for it. Every year I want to make 'nuts and bolts', but I haven't....yet. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I want to build traditions with my little family. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I also think being pregnant 2 out of the last 4 Christmas's doesn't help. Of course I was grateful to be pregnant but it was during my first trimester so I remember spending most of Christmas holidays in bed. This year I'm not pregnant nor do I have a new born baby so who knows what it'll be like. 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So I usually look forward to laying on the couch and not having to go to work. The occasional Friday when I find a sitter, Matthew and I go on a date and then I look forward to getting frozen yogurt. This has only happened twice but I still look forward to it, even though it doesn't happen every Friday. Haha!! <div><br></div><div>I look forward to Friday's, the day part, before I become I zombie. Friday's are a day I get to spend with my kids and I don't have to worry about getting ready for work, planning sessions, and planning our daily activities around me going to work. </div><div><br></div><div>That's about it. </div><div><br></div><div>TGIF!! </div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-89220165201674620952014-12-10T21:27:00.000-08:002014-12-10T21:27:20.501-08:00The last time I cried...<div style="text-align: center;">
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Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-16027179322686530462014-12-08T21:39:00.001-08:002014-12-08T21:39:23.390-08:00What happened today at 6pmIf someone were to look in my front window at around 6 pm tonight you would have seen me, my husband, & two kidlets listening to 'pentatonixs' Christmas album as we decorated the Christmas tree. Side note: it's a great Christmas album!!! It's all a Capella, seriously so good!! <div><br></div><div>Adelade & Bentley were obsessing about this stuffy that sings and dances (we gave it to Adelade for her second Christmas). Then we pulled out the nativity set, that Matthew's sister kindly gave to us, it was the first year we've been able to put it on display. It really is beautiful. We...I, let the kids play with it for 5 minutes but that was long enough to realize how bad of idea that was. One day I'd like the little people nativity set, the plastic one they can't break. I remember as a kid playing (breaking) the nativity set was one of my favorite things about Christmas. </div><div><br></div><div>Unfortunately Bentley has now caught the cold Adelade & I were battling the last few days. He's all hoarse sounding and is really congested. He seemed really enamored by all the lights and sounds of the decoration even between the heaving breathing and croaking giggles. Poor guy! </div><div><br></div><div>With every decoration I handed to Adelade to hang on the tree, three were knocked off the tree by Bentley. For some reason it didn't bother me at all. I was just happy to watch them enjoy all the new things to look at and touch. </div><div><br></div><div>So that's what happened at 6pm in my silly little wonderful world. </div><div><br></div><div>I did take pictures (even before I realized what today's post was about) but it's on my <i>real </i>camera which takes too long to download to my computer, but one day I'll put them up....one day. Haha! </div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-26940439809475086282014-12-07T21:01:00.001-08:002014-12-07T21:01:28.482-08:00Something I feel guilty about.<div>Okay, so this post is a very honest account, so no judgements. Please :) </div><div><br></div>Something I feel guilty about right now is, how often I lose my cool, raise my voice, yell, lose my patience, get angry with myself, my husband but especially my kids. <div><br></div><div>It is something I work on daily and it is such a struggle to not lose my cool after asking Adelade to do the same thing 5 times...or 10. Lately The only time she'll listen is once I get angry, and then I say "why do I have to get angry for you to listen" and she then looks at me with her big blue eyes as they fill up with tears and doesn't say anything. I immediately wish I could erase the last 2 minutes from her life, but I can't. I then hold her and kiss her and tell her "mommys sorry, and that I love you". I wish I could say this only happened once and I learned my lesson, nope it's happened probably 3 times this week. It makes me feel so awful. I feel like a terrible mother who yells at her innocent 3 year old. I just can't do it all sometimes. It gets so overwhelming just to leave the house by a certain time, I'm not actually angry at Adelade for taking 5 minutes to put one sock one--yes I'm super annoyed but angry-no. I'm angry because the dishes aren't done, my rooms a mess, the laundry hasnt been touched in a week, we are out of groceries, or I'm angry because of how I feel about my body, or I'm upset about something Matthew's done, or hasn't done (this one doesn't usually boil over onto the kids though), or I'm at my wits end with our bills, work, keeping a tidy organized house and it's the last straw. </div><div><br></div><div>I want my children to know I love them beyond all belief. I want them to know that even though I may get angry more than I'd like to admit I would do anything for them. I want to do better and I know I can, I just need to keep trying and asking for help from my Saviour wouldn't hurt either ;) </div><div><br></div><div>I don't want to dwell on these feelings of guilt rather I'd like to acknowledge my weaknesses and to keep on pushing forward. 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It happened on a Saturday, the next day we went to church. I remember during sacrament meeting I was in the foyer for some reason while this song played. As I heard it play I felt my mother's presence with me, I felt calm and at peace, even though I had never felt so alone or unsure of the future in my life. I didn't know what life would be like anymore. I felt like I was watching my life happen and wanted to press rewind. Somehow during all of these feelings and emotions this song made time stand still and I knew that each time I would hear this song it would be another way to remember my mom, and that she was still a part of my life even though she's wasn't physically with me anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><i>I Know that My Redeemer Lives </i></b>is one of my most cherished hymns, sometimes it makes me cry to hear it (sometimes it doesn't) and other times I feel very happy. Happy to know that I will see my mother again. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But every single time I hear this song I remember my mom; I remember her smile, her soft voice, the wrinkles around eyes when she smiled, I remember her rough hands that would hold me close and tell me everything would be okay. I remember how much she loved me and still does. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This post was inspired by #lifecapturedproject </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">http://www.lifecapturedinc.com/blog/write-your-heart-out-2</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-42015958463675336642014-12-06T21:26:00.001-08:002014-12-06T21:29:06.503-08:00What I see when I look out my kitchen window<div>
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Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-66776517242448194502014-12-04T22:39:00.001-08:002014-12-04T22:40:32.194-08:00What is the first thing I do in the morningMy mornings are never exactly the same, it's always a gamble when you have young kids. <div>On most mornings, I am woken by my alarm on my phone or Bentley crying. If my alarm wakes me I roll over and say a quick prayer with Matthew and kiss him goodbye, terrible breath and all, and let me tell you his breath is pretty terrible, so both of ours together-wow!! I stumble out of our room trying to miss all the super squeaky spots, which I never do because ALL of the floor squeaks!! Then I go pee, get my smelly gym clothes on, brush my teeth & put my hair in a pony tail. I then tip-toe down the stairs and gather my things and head to the gym. </div><div><br></div><div>On mornings that I don't go to the gym, I am either awoken by a hungry Benty bear, that sometimes will go back to bed after a bottle, or Adelade standing in our doorway asking for a cuddle. Or for all honesty....my bladder. </div><div><br></div><div>----the last thing(s) I do at the end of the day is:</div><div>Read scriptures. (So lets me honest, I usually sleep during this part, I need to do better, but right now it's usually like pre-sleep time)</div><div>Pray with Matthew. I try my best NOT to fall asleep during this part, though I'm not always successful. </div><div>Say warm fuzzies. We tell each other all the nice things that one another has done for us that day. It's nice to finish the day feeling like a rock star. Hah! No but for real, it's something Matthew and I have done since our first year of marriage, it sure beats fighting ;) it has helped us keep the love alive! </div><div><br></div><div>Then it's off to dream land...zzzzzzzzzzz</div><div><br></div><div>#lifecapturedproject</div><div><br></div><div>http://www.lifecapturedinc.com/blog/write-your-heart-out-2</div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-54824391066808450182014-12-04T22:18:00.001-08:002014-12-05T09:39:18.485-08:00A moment from today that I always want to remember & my favorite chairToday was busy; filled with my coming and going. Thursday's are always a tough and busy day!!<br />
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Last June (2013) we made our very first 'adult purchase', we bought a couch, that wasn't from a garage sale! Matthew went with a friend to pick it up the day before we had flash floodings in Calgary. We couldn't have gotten it at a better moment. Due to the flood we were home bound for a few days. This couch ---let me tell you feels like a dream to sit on, though it's hard not to lye on it---It's just that comfortable. At least once a month Matthew or I say how much we love our truly comfy couch!!!! I have had many glorious naps on my couch, it is my favorite chair. </div>
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Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-11266530700679207532014-11-28T20:05:00.001-08:002014-11-28T20:05:07.664-08:0027 days until Christmas....<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktSRkrt6i4Shyphenhyphenz5Nbqhrcj8C3FpTYOOsZMLURqCW8u0XDlfuzxgdkjsenHDQTRDGhCNRxJwF8-bDOPrbtMVURO7SpTqSljJge5y_G5Ip-ltL4TBK8HKK_kAVbYe53196gLRm0MyzYekw/s640/blogger-image-1418780182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktSRkrt6i4Shyphenhyphenz5Nbqhrcj8C3FpTYOOsZMLURqCW8u0XDlfuzxgdkjsenHDQTRDGhCNRxJwF8-bDOPrbtMVURO7SpTqSljJge5y_G5Ip-ltL4TBK8HKK_kAVbYe53196gLRm0MyzYekw/s640/blogger-image-1418780182.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This happened tonight as we watched the movie "elf". Bentley actually sat in my arms for about 10 minutes without squirming---it was so wonderful (hence why I had Matthew snap a pic). We only got through about 30 minutes of it, but it is our first Christmas memory this season :) --love </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This was followed by a 6:30pm bedtime & a short walk outside freezing my face off dropping something off at a friends house. That wind-is for real!! Haha! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Night night </div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-27247893533941238102014-11-26T12:53:00.001-08:002014-11-26T12:53:30.328-08:00Sometimes<div><b>Sometimes:</b></div>1. Sometimes I wish I could nap whenever I want. Don't we all. <div><br></div><div>2. Sometimes my kids are completely happy eating apples as a snack. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrSxQ9Z0JYUHQEMyeRHljiagqgFIJ3iU1-72kIA2f_nNVK68UnGfv4Tozt6saBKK0vGwI2knbq51JdMPFpiXEZR3JvHYSi7vkImCnS7FBV4rQGFq180tM68uuLfkSw2yyW7u-dR1z9dM/s640/blogger-image-1733263295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZrSxQ9Z0JYUHQEMyeRHljiagqgFIJ3iU1-72kIA2f_nNVK68UnGfv4Tozt6saBKK0vGwI2knbq51JdMPFpiXEZR3JvHYSi7vkImCnS7FBV4rQGFq180tM68uuLfkSw2yyW7u-dR1z9dM/s640/blogger-image-1733263295.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">3. Sometimes I give Adelade a craft to do, but instead of <i>waiting</i> for help she pours <b>sparkles</b> everywhere. I wish I could say I kindly said "that's okay, let's clean it up together", yah no! 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(I'm so thankful for my children's sweet forgiving attitudes)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">4 <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5y3GXZZW2sERZBfYB6SR8QoIzvj8KwhgaEHLkmCvwKTWUslaRg0XU2rTVqFJHfgqco9qdRQawRXFuXpTjoV-JuKvIfXICbEmVImYc9xjV-tD5ZWfDVuwsgubv4ViWXTzCH62YWHwS1U/s640/blogger-image-518711770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5y3GXZZW2sERZBfYB6SR8QoIzvj8KwhgaEHLkmCvwKTWUslaRg0XU2rTVqFJHfgqco9qdRQawRXFuXpTjoV-JuKvIfXICbEmVImYc9xjV-tD5ZWfDVuwsgubv4ViWXTzCH62YWHwS1U/s640/blogger-image-518711770.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSWd53-DMhQbwfUDTQLpIjGAFx3S2pwGskuRtCySiB-AC2-TylXezkA0-ua-pddpfnpf7YFZ2CMU7BsZJIrXC7MrS6JHhhYzXHiNrtnjLSgnFvgJlefDgc9vJWpdjNnzrmVRZmK1rUSY/s640/blogger-image--1006758678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSWd53-DMhQbwfUDTQLpIjGAFx3S2pwGskuRtCySiB-AC2-TylXezkA0-ua-pddpfnpf7YFZ2CMU7BsZJIrXC7MrS6JHhhYzXHiNrtnjLSgnFvgJlefDgc9vJWpdjNnzrmVRZmK1rUSY/s640/blogger-image--1006758678.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes I take silly selfies with my kids. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">5. Sometimes I find Adelade first thing in the morning huddled up under her blanket sitting by the heater--which happens to be under the sink in the <i>bathroom. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">6. Sometimes Bentley sits in the seat of the shopping cart, but usually he is climbing out of it, standing up in it or leaning into the cart part about to topple head first onto the groceries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">7. Sometimes I don't do the dishes or laundry or any daily chores so I can sit and cuddle on the couch with Adelade and watch a movie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">8. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjrYZ7Yk-RuJbl9qsFkzMBtqu5Fh2CbsmvpHXaqYY4tdkG8QGxjhWz0XhtBjcHm9jjBqgj_lp3GJtkCSUdwTt0GvOR1A2Z39V32MajAvHV4j0NmZBfzd4b03GWKl7xpmr6FqlM9CH89I/s640/blogger-image--125851029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjrYZ7Yk-RuJbl9qsFkzMBtqu5Fh2CbsmvpHXaqYY4tdkG8QGxjhWz0XhtBjcHm9jjBqgj_lp3GJtkCSUdwTt0GvOR1A2Z39V32MajAvHV4j0NmZBfzd4b03GWKl7xpmr6FqlM9CH89I/s640/blogger-image--125851029.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes we go on a Costco date with Kelsie instead of napping, so this is what happens on the way home. Bliss! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">9. Sometimes (more like all the time) I wish I went to bed earlier than I actually do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9QssN1lu-fq9ZdSgl0rP7kDQP4RucZsrE6nwRxqAr3nkM1Vr5AUpmvxBdyZ-x48JhLTkaGmG4a8nmZZ20YDn93sdUmGMw2Z86mC4H2ZEJWRmI3gTfTpykq-vhMCk92hngofn5kaccFI/s640/blogger-image-301320085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9QssN1lu-fq9ZdSgl0rP7kDQP4RucZsrE6nwRxqAr3nkM1Vr5AUpmvxBdyZ-x48JhLTkaGmG4a8nmZZ20YDn93sdUmGMw2Z86mC4H2ZEJWRmI3gTfTpykq-vhMCk92hngofn5kaccFI/s640/blogger-image-301320085.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes I take selfies with Adelade in the car....when the car is stopped--because she is so cute. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">10. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ_NVPf_ohlfinNaFYrAOJEsxQ3YLzYQJNX99PS-P5QPgSouYaPFUJBQ8ZPXGcKkyMD3je5Pryh-nT8oVmijgM21XlA9wrPg57coAzs05VGjNlpO7s8IG5AuHM1dQHI7ySpSe9Vkpbpk/s640/blogger-image-749267769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ_NVPf_ohlfinNaFYrAOJEsxQ3YLzYQJNX99PS-P5QPgSouYaPFUJBQ8ZPXGcKkyMD3je5Pryh-nT8oVmijgM21XlA9wrPg57coAzs05VGjNlpO7s8IG5AuHM1dQHI7ySpSe9Vkpbpk/s640/blogger-image-749267769.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes I write a motivating quote on my chalkboard & it makes me feel happy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">11. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9u4a7C2Ii4-bVeZsxgzHH_u4mBR7IwT_z2QZycyqoLk6Ja3DJiOmpZa4oIxdySLGm2OvUXHpu8qRxtc-bbHdtuMmYA5xPnCPbHmygZ0ir2jsG5tC8vgt0aJpRcN1hdAI7eIt1SlXZMiQ/s640/blogger-image--2132436604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9u4a7C2Ii4-bVeZsxgzHH_u4mBR7IwT_z2QZycyqoLk6Ja3DJiOmpZa4oIxdySLGm2OvUXHpu8qRxtc-bbHdtuMmYA5xPnCPbHmygZ0ir2jsG5tC8vgt0aJpRcN1hdAI7eIt1SlXZMiQ/s640/blogger-image--2132436604.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes....translation ALL.THE.TIME if Bentley isn't climbing up the stairs, onto the kitchen table or onto the piano he's in his bed sleeping...or crying! Okay he does do some other things, but he learned to climb before he learned to walk, so I should have seen this coming.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">12. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8ShKbIF_-cUrb-I5gH3xEqQ-6gPYTVvwkThwdzm8ZUva0hxcmFC9ToR1cB90-EV684Zf0Njs2SAUl_TFQDgEVCmHPY8biBSQEvoSZdo90f8su3HFMHswTtnPTS7JTTbrsBLYHqeonDs/s640/blogger-image-145869317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8ShKbIF_-cUrb-I5gH3xEqQ-6gPYTVvwkThwdzm8ZUva0hxcmFC9ToR1cB90-EV684Zf0Njs2SAUl_TFQDgEVCmHPY8biBSQEvoSZdo90f8su3HFMHswTtnPTS7JTTbrsBLYHqeonDs/s640/blogger-image-145869317.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes (one time) we get all dressed up for a murder mystery party and had a great time. Matthew and I were the "bradfords". He was a big-shot know it all (which he pulled of perfectly, maybe a little too perfectly--haha) and I was eccentric and was supposed to wear a colorful dress--haha! I was a "future-teller"--I basically talked in a Texan accent and acted out of the loop. Value village came through for us for our costumes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">13.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0syd5XxAyDzbnJseJ2Lv0mDCpat3SqIbDpL-fAzIjHzxsdBi2_cyWf3zdBT959sDPkFM25Aj80g-8DhfaQ7fqS7CRwmh16u3s0_SYHwy198T3XGeBqYGe8zqB5MLT7Yde4M99_BjTqE/s640/blogger-image--1450078727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0syd5XxAyDzbnJseJ2Lv0mDCpat3SqIbDpL-fAzIjHzxsdBi2_cyWf3zdBT959sDPkFM25Aj80g-8DhfaQ7fqS7CRwmh16u3s0_SYHwy198T3XGeBqYGe8zqB5MLT7Yde4M99_BjTqE/s640/blogger-image--1450078727.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes we go to the farmers market and Bentley gets to play with his future girlfriend 'Poppy'. These 2 are so cute. We love playing with our friends!! It is lovely having kids the same age as your friends kids. 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Anyway, moving on! <div><br></div><div>Our little family of 4 doesn't feel so little, especially when we are driving in our Toyota Echo. I do love our car ( her name is Dot), but I dream about the day when we will have a bigger vehicle. Oh it will be luxurious, or just a bigger space to make messy! Haha! </div><div><br></div><div>Here's a little update on the kidlets....I know it's not a word. autocorrect wanted to change it to kidneys, but let's all be happy I don't have to update you on those!</div><div>Okay so first up is Adelade. she is now 3! Do you realize this means I've been a parent for THREE YEARS! It's madness I say. I definitely don't feel mature enough to have 1 kid let alone 2! </div><div>So Adelade is such a little person, the other day I had a full conversation with her on the phone. I was in shock when I hung up the phone. She even said "I love you" without me having to tell her too. It was very sweet.</div><div>Adelade love LOVES LOVES to not wear clothes....I thought she'd grow out of it, but not yet! Knowing her love to be in her birthday suit all the time (underwear on obviously), and her equal love for wearing. Princess dresses, we have come to the compromise that she at least has to put on her princess dress after breakfast, and that a blanket is not suitable attire when people are over. It's a work in progress, but hey she's in the comforts of her own home so why not. I'd just like a few pictures of her to be with clothes on. </div><div>Adelade is quite the chatter box. She loves to talk, and giggle and talk, and then have the occasional impromptu dance show that consists of her standing and singing the same 4 words as she twirls and then bows. It is really cute....even after 50 shows. </div><div>I love seeing her grow up and learn and ask me things. I am usually taken back at least once a day by something she says or does. It amazes me how well she can remember some of the things I say. </div><div>She also loves to watch TV, who doesn't. </div><div>Adelade is also very forgiving. Many times after I have apologized to her for getting upset or raising my voice she will lean into me and give me a hug and say "it's okay Mommy, you not mean to". Seriously how cute. </div><div>During the summer Adelade realized that she did not have any sisters after her cousins had come to visit. She has a lot of cousins, girls and boys. After they left she kept asking for her sisters. We had to tell her that they were her cousins, and they technically weren't her sisters ( I didn't want to open the whole earthly sister/ heavenly sister can at that very moment) and that she only had a brother. She was pretty disappointed and quickly asked to have a sister and that she wanted 3. I started to laugh and said "we'll we shall see--- it's not as simple as placing an order of 3 sisters,but we will see". She's asked many times since for a sister. I guess Bentley just isn't cutting it!! (and no this isn't an announcement....it's just a funny story) </div><div>Adelade loves to eat spinach and broccoli and carrots---oh and she LOVES PEAS!!!.... Okay that was a complete lie she can barley stomach any of those foods. Actually she did just eat a veggie lasagna that had all of those things in it. She's getting better. If she had her way she would eat peanut butter and jam wraps everyday with bananas and oranges and pomegranate. </div><div>Her hair is finally long enough to put in ponytails and small...very small braids. It's fun...except the whole crying part because I'm hurting her. Pain is beauty sista!! Joking joking...though when you have oatmeal stuck in your hair I'm pretty sure it's going to hurt to brush out, it's kind of a given. She has gotten better at keeping her food out of her hair, now that I think about it. </div><div>Adelade loves her brother, though she wants a sister, 3 to be exact she loves her little Benty bear. We all do, actually I'm pretty sure people that just meet him love him. He's that cute. It is mostly because his face lights up into this huge grin and it makes you love him. He's got 4 teeth, I think...maybe a few more....but mainly 4. Two of which are top notch front teeth. They are so funny looking it's adorable. Combined with his crazy Einstein hair that I never do...ever. He can pretty much make any outfit I puton him look cute. Perhaps it's his gift. Cuteness. </div><div>Okay enough about Bentley's cuteness. He is also a very happy and a very unhappy 1 year old. He can smile and laugh and have the time of his life, but once you take him off the table or off from on top of the piano or take the phone, iPad, computer, knife, bead, etc away from him, he losses it....seriously losses it-it's like his life is over and well really his life is longer (especially in that knife scenario). He is driven by his emotions at this stage of the game. He loves to walk, it's really more of a toddle, all around the house while holding a remote or toy car to his cheek as he babbles away. Oh did I mention he is really good and saying the word " dada" and absolutely awful at saying " mama" maybe he's waiting for my birthday because he doesn't know what to get me. </div><div>Bentley is a pretty good eater, he's adamant on feeding himself though. Some days I feel like I blinked and my baby turned one (now he's almost 15 months--whoa!! Slow down time) It goes by really really fast. </div><div>Lastly one thing about Bentley that is really odd/unique/not normal for babies is he likes men. Like a lot! I remember hearing that kids tended to be more comfortable around women. Yah, no- not Bentley. He will gladly sit with a man he's just met at church then with me. I'm not sure how I feel about it. This has happened most weeks at church where he will make friends with a man during the Sunday school lesson and even walks to him over me. One time a husband tried to hand him to his wife and Bentley didn't want anything to do with her, he just wanted the husband. He's a guys guy I suppose, maybe that's why he can't say "mama" yet. </div><div><br></div><div>I sure love my little ones, they make life fun and exciting and exhausting all at the same time. </div><div><br></div><div>Matthew is doing good at being a husband, friend, Dad, student and homemaker. He is working hard at Mount Royal University and has 1 more year of his current program before he can apply to get his teaching degree. There are still a number of years of school in our future, but it all pays off in the end. Right? Please say I'm right. When he's at school I'm at home with the kids, and when he's home I'm either at home too or working. We are getting better at juggling our schedules and trying to balance it all. I am working as a personal trainer, it is going well. I love helping people lead healthier lives. It is still a struggle to leave my kids to go to work, but I know it's what I need to do for our family. I am grateful I get to do something I love to do while helping to support our family. </div><div><br></div><div>Well I think that's enough for tonight.</div><div><br></div><div>Take care friends--Angela is signing off. </div><div><br></div>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-33678232131847577352014-01-27T11:27:00.002-08:002014-12-24T19:39:25.269-08:00Here are some family shots :) from back in January 2014.... So long
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Last night we had ALL my family together. Meaning laws-and in-laws and my good friend Stacey :) It was the first time I had been with all of them in a VERY long time so it was really nice. We all came together to celebrate my birthday. I felt the love and I even got some great family pictures! Some how we crammed all 12 adults and 6 kids into our little house, to be honest I didn't feel like it was that cramped---good news, we can have 10 grown children living in our house...HAH--'yah right!'--not have 10 kids, nor am I living in this house that long (don't get me wrong I do love our sweet little abode).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Last night when we had everyone over, Adelade was kind enough to wear clothes the entire time! (it's a big deal!) but it was not even 10 seconds after the last guests left that she had taken her shirt and pants off. She actually did a little dance of JOY! It was pretty hilarious. Oh to be 2.5 and completely in love with your body!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So a few months back, probably about 6 months ago, we went
and bought Adelade a potty. I was toying with the idea that I would potty train
her before Bentley was born….yah that did NOT happen. The potty became more of
a toy because she would constantly sit on it and wipe. So after a few rolls of
wasted paper and me being annoyed that she was just playing on it, I put it
away for a bit (a month or so). I then bought her some underwear hoping that
would entice her to want to go on the potty in order to wear them. Well that
last about 30 minutes and 6 accidents later. I was NOT ready! I had zero
patience and was not ready to teach Adelade how to pee and poop on the potty.
By this time Bentley was born. I then just left the potty in the bathroom. She
wasn’t playing with it as much, so I was okay to just have it out for her to
use periodically. She started to poop on it every once in a while (which was
pretty AWESOME!) so after a few months of that, it brings us to the end of
Decemeber. She was starting to get the hang of pooping on the potty but not
really peeing. So one day when I was cleaning out her room I found the
underwear I had bought here a while back. I thought “I will just put them in a
basket on her shelf where she can see it, if she is interested in it maybe she’ll
start wearing them and peeing on the potty”. It was worth the try! I AM SO GLAD
I DID THIS! Honestly within 5 minutes she noticed them and had put a pair on. I
made sure she was aware that she had to pee and poop on the potty, that these
were not diapers. She was pretty excited about the whole thing. I am pretty
sure it was the fact that she got to wear fancy underpants with princesses and
dinosaurs on them. So we tried them out for the day. She would had tiny
accidents but most of the time she made it to the potty. The next day I went
and bought jelly beans and lollipops and made a sticker chart. It was a MAJOR
hit!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within a week she was peeing and
pooing on the potty consistently. It WAS AMAZING! I feel like the underpants
and jellybeans potty trained her for me; she has since filled 2 charts and
eaten 2 boxes of ‘mike n ekes’. We are trying to now just praise her without
the treats, but she is still asking for them every time she goes. Once and a
while I give her a chocolate chip <span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span>
In the last week she has had a few accidents, but it’s all a part of the
process. The hard part now is going out. It is hard going somewhere when I don’t
know where the washroom is, or if it even has one, and if I have Bentley with
me-- it is such a production. So sometimes I put her in diapers when we have
errands to run and such. It is more for my own sanity. Either way I am so proud
of Adelade. She sure is growing up every day. She is talking SO much more and
doing so many more things on her own. Okay Bentley you are NEXT! Hah! Just kidding,
I’ll give it a few years. Let’s start you on solids and sleeping through the
night first.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">So just after the new year Matthew and I treated ourselves to a NEW fancy-pants camera. I still have very little clue how most of the do-dads work, but I'm getting there. It takes nice pictures, so here are a few...or maybe a lot! lol</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Note: if you click on the picture it will show up larger</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">My Stud!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Oh Adelade :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Yes it's true I'm picking Bentley's nose!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">eating...without clothes</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Eating yogurt at its finest</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Mr. Hand-chewer</span></td></tr>
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<br />Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-64213023325296317532014-01-13T09:36:00.002-08:002014-01-13T10:23:02.025-08:00A little bit of this and that<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Why Hello Monday morning!? Okay so I have to be honest, it is 9:52 AM and guess what....my kids are both s.l.e.e.p.i.n.g!!! I swear. Bentley is having his morning nap, and Adelade is still asleep from last night. I am counting my lucky stars. So I thought with this extra time I had, since I was already up with 'Benty bear' I've showered and had breakfast, going back to bed doesn't seem as appealing (I know I know, I should be sleeping, but I don't wanna! lol!) I could unload the dishwasher, or fold the 5 loads of clean laundry, or clean my bedroom that is still a mess from 4 months ago! Nah, I'll write a blog post "air five!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I was writing out my goals the other day for 2014, I am not big of new years resolutions but I am ALL ABOUT making goals. I made a goal to write a blog post every week, well I've already failed. HAH---but that is not going to stop me. It is a goal, so I am going to try everyday to reach it, no need to be all perfect at once-lol.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Meet my little Bentley:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Bentley is almost 4 1/2 months old. He is seriously the smiley-est baby EVER! He has started to talk/coo/coo loudly a lot! He is still sleeping in our room and sometimes after feeding him, he will just lay in his bed and "coo--coo--coo". It is pretty much the sweetest sound, that is until he gets increasingly louder and then you can't sleep. Again, he makes up for this with the infamous smiling. Bentley, also known as 'Benty Bear, or Benty boo, or Bear, or Professor Poopy pants" has always been a belly sleeper. It gave me much stress when he was a few weeks old and we discovered he slept WAY better on his belly than on his back. All the 'people' say to have babies sleep on their backs, so I was a bit nervous at first. He could always turn his head from side to side when he was on his belly, so that helped ease my worry. Now about 4 months on sleeping on his belly I'm not worried at all. He started rolling from his belly to back a few weeks ago. He only does it when he is not wanting to go to sleep yet. Then he lays on his back and screams until you come and turn him over. Though there have been a handful of times this past week that he has rolled over to his back and then when I go check on him, he is fast asleep on his back. It's pretty cute!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Bentley has horrendous smelling poos, it's almost offensive. If he does the 'deed' when we are in public I can't wait for more than a few minutes before changing him because it is just so so so smelly. This is probably the lovely perks of having a formula fed baby. I'm sure he will be happy to remember this about himself. lol. (you know you are a parent when you talk about your kids poo on a daily basis...)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Benty Bear, loves his big sister. Adelade can make him laugh just by looking at him. Mind you his laugh sounds more like a dinosaur crying than a laugh, but needless to say it's a laugh and again very cute. Adelade loves to touch his head, you can see that she tries to contain it by just lightly pressing with her fingers. Bentley will smile at her even when she is shaking his play pen or rocking him about 100 miles an hour in his swing. I can't tell you how many times a day I say to Adelade "be gentle with Bentley" or "not so rough" or "don't shake his bed"....I think it all sounds the same to Adelade.. "blah-blah-blah"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Bentley has no sleep schedule what -so- ever. The only thing that is consistent is he will sleep at night, he still wakes up every 3-4-5 hours but he will and has always gone back to sleep right after feeding him, it is wonderful I tell you. I never know if he will nap in the morning, or afternoon or when he will fall asleep in the evening. It is the opposite of Adelade. When Adelade was just a few weeks old she had a morning nap and afternoon nap and slept from 7-7, sometimes waking during the night. It was AHHHMAZING! She slept worse when she was 1 year, than when she was a newborn. I'm pretty sure Heavenly Father knew I'd loose my marbles if Adelade wasn't such a superstar sleeper, so he must have more faith in me now :) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">At his 3 month check up he was hitting the charts at average or just below. He is a bit tiny, but I think he will catch up soon. Him and Adelade are very different in this. Adelade was super long and skinny and always has been, so if that keeps up I'm sure when Bentley is older he'll be wishing he could be taller than his sister and Adelade will wish she could find a pair of pants that were long enough! It's kind of nice having an average sized baby because you can buy them clothes for their age and they actually fit them...I know---you thought it wasn't possible but it is :) Adelade can only now fit her size 1 leggings in the waist, though they are now capris on her lol, but all her size 2 shirts are belly shirts on her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Bentley smiles at almost everything, the only time he doesn't seem to smile is when I'm trying to take a picture of him. Thanks! Oh yes and he drools about a litre a day. He's clothes are soaking wet by mid day just from his drool. Oh and another nick name for him is Barfy Bentley. He seriously spits up ALL. THE. TIME. The other day at church Bentley just kept spewing, Matthew would wipe it up and then BAM more would start dripping out of his mouth. Matthew leaned over to me and said "it's like his mouth has diarrhea" I tried to not laugh too loud, but it was TRUE! Oh Bentley how we love you!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Now for my sweet and crazy 2.5 year old. I still call her my baby girl, though she is anything BUT a baby :(</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">-Pee & poop on the potty. YES YES its true, I don't want to say it just in case I jinx it, but Adelade is potty trained!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">-Get her food out of the fridge, open it and then spill it on the floor...it is usually yogurt. yum! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">-TALK all the time, she strings like 5 or 6 words together---it amazes me. The cutest thing she says is "love you too", when ever we say goodnight to her and I love you, she always says "i love you too", she has NEVER just said "I love you". There is not usually a quiet moment in our house when Adelade is awake, she is always yammering about something. She likes to sing as well, she usually just repeats the same words over and over again, but it's so very sweet. Among the sweet things she says, she also likes to say "go away!"& "Stop it!" a lot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">-Whenever Matthew or I leave the house we always sign 'I love you' each other and blow each other a kiss. We started doing this with Adelade and now she has started to do it back. She just waves her fingers at us and kisses her hand, but it is so so cute!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">-Well speaking of Adelade she is calling my name! So best go and get her. It is 10:35 am--what in the world! Thank you Adelade for letting me catch some sanity :):)</span></div>
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<br />Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-45472157731965468492014-01-04T16:13:00.002-08:002014-01-05T13:53:05.963-08:00January 4th 1997<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">17 years ago my whole life changed. My whole life got turned up side down and I can remember it like it was yesterday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Growing up it was normal for my Mom to be sick. My mother was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes from a very young age and
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I never ever thought, "wow my mom is really sick". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I remember this one time, I was about 8 years old playing on a little league team, and one of my teammates couldn't stop starring at my mom. Eventually she asked me "what was wrong with her?" I don't remember what I said but I do remember thinking, 'what do you mean, what is wrong with her?' </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> What I remember is how she would hug me each morning and we would sit together on her chair. I remember how she would play dolly's with me. I remember one time she 'bummed' her way down the stairs to the basement, just so she could watch my brother and I's nativity pageant. I remember how she would sing me lullaby's to bed each night, and I would pretend to be sleeping just so she would keep singing (seems a bit backwards but it worked). I remember her smile and the way her face lit up when she laughed. I remember how soft her voice was even when we were in trouble. I remember how you never really knew she was sick, she never <u>ever</u> complained about it, at least not to us kids. She never sulked or was sorry for herself. She was so grateful for my brother and I. I never doubted her love for a moment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">During the Christmas of 1996 (I was almost 10 years old), my mom had gotten really sick. Looking back at pictures it was very clear how sick she was. I remember that my parents had gotten rid of their bed and moved a hospital bed into their room for my mom (my brother and I would sit in the bed and play with the controls when no one was around--it's true that they literally fold in half----anyway...). On Christmas day I remember sitting with my mom on her wheel chair. She held me tight. She asked me to close my eyes and picture the field of dandelions from the movie Beauty and the Beast. She told me to picture her and I in that field holding hands and running. She talked about how blue the sky was and how the hot sun felt on our faces. She kept telling me to remember that picture. At the time I thought "Okay, sure- I would love to be running in that field--it was my favorite part from that movie". I thought nothing more of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A few days after Christmas, I believe it was the day before New Years Eve. I remember my Dad bundling my mom up in a few sleeping bags and carrying her out to the car. She looked like a little baby. I'm sure I told her...ha. My dad was taking her to the hospital. I remember saying goodbye to her as she layed on the back seat in the van.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My brother and I spent New Years with my Nanny (Grandma). I remember having a great time. My dad wasn't their because he was with my mom. My Dad told us we could go visit her on Saturday, which was still a few days away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">On the evening of January 3rd 1997, I remember being in my brother's room in the basement with him and my dad. My dad was telling us that mom had kidney stones or gallbladder stones....some sort of stone is what I remember. He said she was very sick, but it all seemed very routine to me. She would get really sick and go to the hospital, spend some time there and come home. She <u>always</u> came home. Little did I know she wasn't coming home. He told us that first thing in the morning we would go see her. I was so very excited.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I awoke on Saturday morning only to realize it was too early to go see my mom, so I just stayed in bed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Finally it was 8 o'clock and I decided it wasn't too early anymore to get out of bed to go see my mom. I opened my door and walked down the hall into the kitchen. I remember seeing my Nanny there by the counter. I thought to myself "why in the world is my Nanny here....didn't she know we were going to see my mom today?" I was too confused to say anything so I kept walking. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I walked into the living room. There my dad was sitting on the couch -sobbing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">She. was. gone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I ran to my dad and he wrapped me in his arms and we cried. He didn't say anything to me, but my heart knew that my mom was gone. It knew because it was broken. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The rest of the day was a blur, looking back on it I'm sure I had gone into shock, because all I wanted to do was go see my mom and didn't understand why so many people were crying. Couldn't we just go see her one last time. I remember I got together with a friend that day, we went to the mall and swimming at Southland leisure center. Why I went swimming that day, I don't really understand. But it seemed like a better alternative than being around all the sad adults that kept asking me if I was okay. Pretty sure I wasn't okay. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">17 years ago I lost my wonderful mother. Though writing this is really difficult (at times I couldn't see through the tears---kleenex is getting good business today).</span><br>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I feel like this is a way to heal; to help my heart ache just a little less.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Though she is gone- her legacy lives on. </span></div>
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<br>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-34931106385763638232013-10-27T23:12:00.001-07:002013-10-27T23:12:25.375-07:00Kids (Adelade) say(s) the darndest things...<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Here are some things that my lovely 2 year old has learned to say and or do. She has recently started to string words together and make almost sentences it is pretty awesome. She says new words ALL the time!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade will you please stop throwing your toys</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Okay, sure.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">--- </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade do you need a timeout?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: okay, sure (and then runs and sits on stairs)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade please clean up your mess</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Okay, sure...Mean (clean) up Mean up Mean up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">---</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade spills all her crackers on the ground</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Before Mom or Dad can say anything...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Mean up Mean up Mean up (as she picks up all her crackers)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">When Adelade sees any kid big or little in a stroller</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Baby!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade bumps her head on the wall, comes over to mom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Tiss (Kiss) beehher (better) Tiss Beehher...na na owie!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade trips on the floor, comes over to Daddy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Tiss Beehher (Kiss better) Baahehh! Baahhhehh!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Daddy: Do you need a bandaid?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: YAH!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade standing in just her diaper asking to go outside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade you have to wear pants and a shirt before you can go outside.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade asks again to go outside again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade you have to wear pants and shirt before you can go outside. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade probably asked a few more times, and then finally runs upstairs and grabs to 2 shirts and adamantly tries to put the shirt on her legs. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Oh Adelade </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade would you like a Banana?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Yah,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: What do you say?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Meeeez (Please)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom hands banana to Adelade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade- before taking a bite: I don't yike (like) it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: ?!?!?!?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom:Adelade did you poop?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: nope</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom checks in diaper and sees giant poo</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">When changing Adelade's diaper</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Poopy Bieber (diaper) Poopy Bieber (diaper) POOPY BIEBER(diaper)!!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade you didn't poop you peed</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Bentley crying his face off</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom: Adelade does Bentley sound happy or sad?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Happy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This one time Adelade got her feet dirty at the park, on the way home this is what happened</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Meehhh (mess) Meehhh!! Meehhhh!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom & Dad: Did you get a mess on your feet?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: YAH!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Mehhhh! Meehhhh!!! MEHHHHHH!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: MEEHHH! MEEHHHH!!! MEHHHH!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Mom & Dad: Did you get a mess on your feet?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade YAH!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This conversation lasted for another 5 minutes....it was the longest 5 minute drive!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Bentley is sleeping in our room, Adelade comes in and says</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Adelade: Benty seeping (sleeping) Benty seeping Benty seeping! MOMMMY BENTY SEEPING!....(said in the loudest voice EVER!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I know this is just the beginning! :) Sometimes I forget that Adelade talks as much as she does, I really need to watch what I say!!!</span>Anghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119573578906587257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5031897831064972916.post-43455979230363438932013-10-27T22:34:00.002-07:002013-10-27T22:34:53.733-07:00Things I do now that I have 2 kids that I never did when I just had one.<div style="text-align: center;">
I've realized since having Bentley there are a few things I do now that I never did with Adelade. It also made me realize there are a number of things I said "I would never do when I was a parent"...that I most definitely do now that I'm a parent. Some of these are silly, some not...</div>
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1. BEDTIME:</div>
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When Adelade was born I was really adamant on getting her into a sleep schedule. The whole newborn phase was really overwhelming for me and she was -thank goodness- an incredible sleeper! I remember how we would never keep her out past her bedtime, which was 7pm. On many occasion we would leave family dinners just so we could be home for 7pm, it was really inconvenient-but we did it. </div>
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NOW...I don't even think Bentley has a 'bedtime', heck the other night we didn't get home until 10pm. I've realized I'd rather have a somewhat of a social life with my family, than none at all.</div>
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2. BABIES AT A MOVIE THEATRE:</div>
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I always said I would NEVER take my newborn to the movie theatre (before I had kids). I didn't get why people did it. During the summer we took Adelade to her first movie and there was a family there with 5ish kids and a brand NEW baby. In that moment I realized why people take newborns to movies...to feel like a normal person! Just the other day I said to Matthew "we should take Adelade to Monsters University, it's at the cheap theatre tonight" which would be making me a hypocrite twice over as she'd be out past her bedtime and we'd be bring a baby with us too. HA!</div>
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3. SOOTHER:</div>
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Before Adelade was born I thought "I don't think I'm going to use a soother", I want my baby to be able to 'self sooth'--ohhh me on my! I was SO happy when a friend of mine Stephanie gave me a soother at my baby shower I used it the very next day. I LOVE the soother! I know it's not for every baby, but it has been a lifesaver for me. Adelade really took to a soother, much more than Bentley but either way I'm team soother. Actually Bentley is a bit of a snob when it comes to soothers, he will only take a specific one-the round one, they are called soothies I think. Matthew thinks he looks ridiculous so we tried another one that was really similar. It was AWFUL! Bentley wouldn't suck that thing to save his life! It was double awful because Matthew was out of town working for 2 days and I was without a car. Eventually we got the 'right' soother and life is now complete for Bentley.</div>
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I always wanted to breastfeed my babies. I was all ready a prepared when I had Adelade. Well ready as you can be. I remember feeling like a cow the first time I attempted to nurse Adelade. It was so weird. Anyway, after a very traumatizing 3 days I realized I didn't have enough milk to feed Adelade. We took a midnight trip to the Shoppers Drug Mart and 2 ounces of formula later Adelade slept like a champ. Her first week of life was spent going to appointments every other day to weigh her to make she was gaining..attempting to pump only to get drops..then by the end of the week after seeing a lactation consultant I was told I was never going to produce enough milk for my daughter and most likely wouldn't for any of my children. It's called 'insufficient glandular tissue'. I was pretty devasted. I remember the comments and looks I would get from other mothers when I would bring out my bottle to feed Adelade. I felt so terrible. It made me realize that we never know what someone is going through, that it is never anyones place to judge another person. </div>
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5. BABY FALLING ASLEEP ON THEIR OWN:</div>
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With Adelade I felt it was really important to put her in her crib before she was sleeping so she would know how to fall asleep on her own. Though I still feel this way, I realize now with having a second baby I missed out on A LOT of cuddle time. I don't think I ever had Adelade fall asleep on me on purpose at home...ever. With Bentley I do make an effort to put him in his crib before he falls asleep BUT I also make an effort to cuddle him and if that means he falls asleep on me then so be it. I think what contributed to my obsession with Adelade's sleeping schedule was the postpartum depression I experienced. Her sleeping was one thing I could 'control' (if you can say that). If I could get her to fall asleep, I felt like I was doing something right, it kept me sane.</div>
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6. LETTING PEOPLE HOLD MY BABY:</div>
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With Adelade I felt like the only time I got to hold her was when she was crying or poopy. I was always letting other people hold her and snuggle her, but the moment she was fussy or made a mess in her diaper she got handed back. So when I was pregnant with Bentley I remember telling Matthew, "if we are out and I want to hold my baby the whole time, I am going to hold my baby the WHOLE time". I find even now I feel weird asking to hold Bentley when someone has been holding him, then I think "umm...you are his MOTHER you don't ask to hold your baby, you just take YOUR baby! I'm a bit silly like that. Don't get me wrong I love letting people hold Bentley, it is a wonderful feeling holding a baby, he's a great baby to snuggle with and sometimes it is great to bet the break. But with having 2 kids I don't get a lot of time at home to hold Bentley so when I'm out with the 2 of them and Adelade is busy playing I am happy to have some snuggles with my Benty boo!</div>
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7. MESSES:</div>
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Okay, it is no news to anyone that knows me that I am not the cleanest-or tidiest person. In fact I can be a bit of a slob, I know- I wish I had grown out of it. I truly wish I was a clean organized person-it is just not natural for me. Ever since having kids though, I can't stand having a messy house. This however does not mean I have a clean house, it just means the mess stresses me out. ha! I never thought a mess would stress me out. It's craziness I tell you! My house is literally a sty right now--even though it stresses me out-I'd rather sit on the couch and write this. I totally have my priorities straight..ha!</div>
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8. PATIENCE....what is that?! </div>
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I guess one I'd rather not put on the list is that I have the hardest time keeping my cool now that I have 2 kidlets. I often find myself giving 'mommy' a timeout. Adelade brings out the best and worst in me. Thank goodness she still finds me fun to be around, well I'm assuming she finds me fun to be around because I can't even poo on my own!(seriously she cries right outside the door the whole time...its a bit awkward and ridiculous!) I chalk it all up to her loving me so darn much! ha!</div>
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There are so many things I've learned since becoming a mother. I have learned that we all parent differently, we all do what we feel is right. I will definitely think twice before I place any judgement on another person, especially other moms. Who knows what happened that morning, or how they slept that night, or anything for that matter. We grow, we change, who's to judge. Not me!</div>
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Here a few pictures to keep you updated on the cuteness of my family!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They are going to the the best of friends...I hope :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bentley meeting his Great Grand-Nanny when he was 5 days old</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adelade meeting 'Benty' for the first time, or maybe it was the second time-those first few days all roll into one big LONG day!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what I was doing Sept, 1 2012--putting BLUE in my hair?!?! good thing I got my act together and had another baby! haha!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what I was doing September 1, 2013. Hands down having another baby is way better than coloring my hair blue, a WHOLE lot more painful--but worth it!</td></tr>
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