tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81026892701609646012024-03-05T06:14:42.051-08:00The Hancock FamilyMike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-34610745608795758032014-06-18T15:46:00.001-07:002014-06-18T15:46:22.778-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-8072748931319630782014-06-18T15:31:00.003-07:002014-06-18T15:31:53.495-07:00Introducing...Babies are so busy. <div>
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Emory Dawn Hancock was born February 12, 2014. She looked kind of like a gorilla when she was born. I'm sorry but she did. Of course I thought she was a cute gorilla. But I was hoping her purplish tint wouldn't be permanent. And it wasn't, the doc said it was just a pigment thing. Which makes sense because now she's just a nice light brown. </div>
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She is so sweet. Hudson was sweet, but this girl is like pure honey. Yeah she cries sometimes, but she mostly wants to hold my hand and talk to me all day. I love it. </div>
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And Hudson has been amazing. I was super worried when I found out I was pregnant again about how he would be with a little one or if he'd be sad or jealous that I can't give him all my attention. He actually might like Emory more than I do. Okay no he doesn't but he reaaaalllly likes her. He always says "it's okay emmy!!!" when she's crying and laughs when she smiles. He asks where she is as soon as I get him out of his crib in the morning and tells her "want hug" (then proceeds to hug her) and "want kiss" and kisses her. So fun to watch. Here's a few pics of him...</div>
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Babies are fun, but toddlers are even more fun. I am LOVING Hudson's age right now. He's so funny-I swear everything that comes out of his mouth makes me laugh. And isn't it crazy how they are mute (besides crying) and then all the sudden they can say all these words!? I swear it happens over night. </div>
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Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-14916711651237619782013-09-15T21:04:00.001-07:002013-09-15T21:04:15.724-07:00Is blogging still a thing? Is it just me or does no one really blog anymore? ...including myself... I'm not sure. I haven't had much motivation to keep this thing updated, but for the heck of it--here is the latest.<br />
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Also do you go private once you have kids? I feel like that's the way to do it, although being private stresses me out. I don't understand how to even access private blogs half the time.<br />
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Aaaaannyyways, we at the Hancock household have been so good. Little Hudson is like ten years old now. Actually he's 14 months, but it seems like he grows up soooo much every day.<br />
Here are some interesting facts about this child:<br />
-He hates to be alone. He will be completely ignoring me while he plays but the second I walk out of the room, he falls apart. He's always been that way.<br />
-He is still a pretty good eater, but he's getting pickier and would prefer baby food any day to cut up fruits and veggies.<br />
-He talks all day. He's always been pretty vocal, but it's fun to hear him say words. He says: mom, dad, ball, cool, car, uh-oh, oh-no, woah, no, what's that? (wasssaaat??) and a couple others that I can't think of right now. He also shakes his head yes and no. I'm still trying to decide if he understands the meaning of those though.<br />
-He's super sensitive. I thought he was just a typical baby, but I'm starting to see that he's actually kind of a softy. If he sees another kid cry, he cries. If someone does something not very nice to him (like offer him something and take it away) he has a certain cry as if his feelings are hurt. Oh, and he hates when I hold other babies or talk to other kids. Hopefully this is just an age thing. I really hope.<br />
-He loves balls and will go crazy if he sees one at the store or in someone's house.<br />
-He's getting silly. It's my favorite when he is trying to be funny. He thinks it's hilarious to bang his head into the couch over and over. And he likes to play peek-a-boo by hiding behind things and poking his head up.<br />
-He's sort of a little creature of habit. It doesn't seem that he likes when things are changed up or trying new things. He sort of likes to stick with the same old.<br />
-He's still not walking... ha I think in his mind there's no reason to walk when he can crawl where he needs to go.<br />
-Everything is a phone and is held up to his ear. Remotes, diapers, shoes, all of the above.<br />
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And that is a good list for now.<br />
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In other news, we recently spilled the beans that we're expecting another little one. And it's a SHE. She's due in February. Since we just told people, I can think of all the typical questions we've been getting. So I'll just answer those.<br />
She's due in February. The 19th to be exact.<br />
I'm just about 18 weeks now.<br />
I haven't been super sick, just tired and a little queasy but it's manageable.<br />
We waited to tell people mostly for fun and just so we knew the gender before everyone found out.<br />
We found out it was a girl around 15 weeks and then our dr checked again at 17 weeks.<br />
They will be almost 19 months apart. Hopefully a little less since the end of pregnancy last time was a nightmare.<br />
No, it wasn't really planned that we'd have two so close. But it wasn't well prevented either-so I can't really say it was an accident.<br />
Yes, I'm excited to have a girl, but holy cow there's too much girl stuff I feel overwhelmed.<br />
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I think that's about it. We are excited! Since Hudson was born, I had this feeling that we'd have another one kind of soon and then had a couple experiences that made my feelings grow stronger that would happen. I had a couple of experiences that made me think it was a girl, or imagine a girl, but my brain runs pretty wild so I can't say I knew it was a girl or anything like that. I'm a worrier so I'm still scared to death of all those things that can go wrong, but since my stomach is growing bigger and I'm starting to feel movement, it's getting better. Babies are just such miracles! It's amazing that they grow so perfectly. I'm a little nervous about them being so close in age, especially since my sweet little Hudson is a little needy most of the time, but we'll make it through and I'm hoping they will just be best little buddies when they get bigger. So fun!<br />
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Well that's a pretty good update for now!<br />
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At the BYU-Texas game. He just yelled "go, go, go" all game. He didn't even cry or get upset once, he just loved it. </div>
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Birthday party! Almost got rained out of painting but it cleared up and they were able to do it.</div>
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We took Hud to the baby contest at the Davis County Fair. We had to be talked into doing it, but he got 2nd in his age group and then 2nd in the baby derby so it was pretty fun. He won us some Target giftcards! </div>
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Lagoon with the cousins. I love these two together. </div>
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Just chillin in the high chair. </div>
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<br />Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-82955057300116117162013-01-24T15:55:00.003-08:002013-01-24T15:55:54.499-08:00a half a year oldSo my little baby boy is 6 months old. Someone make the time stop!!! If only pregnancy went this quickly....<br />
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6 month stats:<br />
Height: 28.5 in (95%)<br />
Weight: 19 lbs (75%)<br />
Head: I never pay attention to what the actual measurement, all I know is that it was waaay above the 95% line on the graph. This kid's head is huge.<br />
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I've talked before about how he's been kind of a harder baby, just a little high strung and such. Well I'm so happy to say that he's gotten sooooo much easier. He's so much more predictable, which probably just comes with being a new mom and also getting to know him. But also he's starting to be able to keep himself entertained, where as a newborn he relied solely on my for his entertainment. Here's some new things about him.<br />
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-He loooooves drinks. He goes crazy over water bottles and if I get a drink he can't keep his eyes off of it. He also can't keep his hands off of it. He'll try so hard to grab it.<br />
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-He's rolling like a wild man. That really just started in the last couple days but he's figured out that he can roll around to get places or things and he loves to roll onto his tummy when I'm trying to change his diaper.<br />
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-He can sit up with help, but he hasn't quite managed to sit up without falling over eventually. This could be attributed to his extremely large head.<br />
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-He stands like a champ. I can set him up against the couch and he'll stand there for 10 minutes or longer. He loves it too. He also loves to walk around on his feet with us helping him.<br />
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-His naps are coming along. Thank heavens! He will usually go down in the morning a couple hours after he wakes up and then goes down again around 4. He's been napping up to an hour and a half, but usually goes between 30-45 minutes.<br />
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-He still has a little stranger anxiety, but we're learning how to cope with that. If the "new person" (anyone besides me and Mike) just hangs around for a little while without trying to take him from me or dad, he'll warm up to them after about 30 minutes or so. Also, I have to be quiet and a little bit unseen while the "new person" takes him. If he sees me, he'll give me the lip and want me to take him back. He's also really quiet and serious around new people, which is so funny because at home he just blabbers all day long and is soooo smiley.<br />
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-He holds his arms out to be picked up. I am obsessed with this new trick.<br />
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-He says "dadadadadada" AAALLLLL the time. He mostly only says mamama when he's crying haha. I don't know if he associates the sounds to us yet, but I'm pretty sure he'll say dad first. He wakes up in the morning saying dad, dadada, daddddd.<br />
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-The whole sleeping thing still hasn't been mastered yet. He takes naps in his crib easily, but he still wakes up a ton at night and won't get back to sleep unless I go in and feed him and get him back in his crib. For about two weeks, I just got up with him everytime and got him back to sleep and back in his crib. Then I got so exhausted, I started bringing him in my bed again. Kinda bad, but I don't really care that much. haha He always starts out in his crib and then just kinda ends up in our bed. Whatever on that one.<br />
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-He loooooves food. Holy moly, he goes crazy when we give him food. He's tried apples, peaches, peas, and sweet potatoes so far and he liked them all. He seems to like them more and more the more we give him. He's getting smart and opens his mouth when he sees there's food on the spoon now which is kind of funny. It's fun letting him be part of dinner now.<br />
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-He still loves to nurse too, but he's really quick now. I used to be so shocked when people said their babies only ate for 5-10 minutes, because he ate for like 45 minutes for a long time, but he's down to just a few minutes and he's good. Plus I think I've gotten better at being able to tell when he's full. I used to always offer more, but now I know that he'll always take more. haha So I just watch for him to show signs that his tummy is full. I've really loved being able to nurse, and we'll keep going for awhile, so I'm just so grateful that it's worked out just fine.<br />
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That's what's going on with Hudson. He's been so much fun lately. I miss his tiny newborn stages, but he gets more fun everyday so I don't mind him growing up. Plus it's not like I have any control over that. As for me and Mike, I'm a mom all day everyday and can be found usually at Target if I'm not at home and Mike is buuuuuuussssyyyy. He works a ton and goes to school and I'm pretty sure he's involved in every extra-curricular activity there is. He is just so good at the things he does and really gives it 110%. I'm so proud of him. Plus he's really nice to work so hard so that I can stay home with the little. He only has another year to finish his Masters and then school will be done once and for all so that's exciting. Hopefully he doesn't want to get a PHD.... ha. We are just looking forward to the summer when he is forced to take off school and we can hang out at the pool all day! We're especially ready for this awful weather to go away! Yuck!<br />
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Here are some pics!<br />
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We went to the Jazz game. Hudsie loved it but did get a little startled sometimes when the crowd got really loud.</div>
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I love that smile just chillin on the lovesac.</div>
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Mike thinks he can only learn to crawl if he has his knee pads on.</div>
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Just standing looking at the TV.</div>
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He got this car from the grandparents for Christmas and looooves it. </div>
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He loves taking pictures on my phone.</div>
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At his 6 month checkup. Little gorilla arms.</div>
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He's constantly attacking my face. It makes me laugh so hard. </div>
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First we went to Vegas. It would be real mean to expect Hudsie to ride in the car for 12 hours at once, so we split it up a bit. On the way down, we stayed at the MGM. It was really nice and Hudson was sooo happy that we got to our destination after the 7 hr. drive. He did pretty good though, only crying a little. </div>
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The next day, we drove to California. About 20 minutes before we got to our hotel, the car broke. It just stopped accelerating on the freeway. That's really scary. But we were really lucky to be right at an exit when it happened so we just kinda coasted off. The next 5 hours consisted of waiting for my parents and then a tow truck when it we had tried everything else. Finally Ronny, the tow truck driver, showed up and saved the day. </div>
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The next day, we went to Disneyland. We spent 3 days there total and one day at Knott's Berry farm. We also spent one day shopping. One of my favorite things about going on trips with Mike is that he always lets me get my shop on. If you know my husband well at all, you know that he grew up with a Mom and a sister who loved to shop. This guy has the tolerance of an angel. I really love that they trained him so well. He knows all the best places to go and he can just hang out or entertain himself while I enjoy it. He's the best.</div>
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I love baby feet. And especially baby socks. These were supposed to be in Hud's stocking but I took em out early. </div>
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While we went on the first ride of the day, Papa outfitted Hudson with these. They even have his name embroidered on the back. So cute. </div>
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One of my favorite things about our trip was that my little brother, Todd, was our roomie and hung out with us the whole time. Hudson looooves Todd. (even though this pic doesn't really show it) Todd really likes Hudson too. They make a lot of the same expressions and Todd is really hoping that Hudson's hair turns red like his haha. He really missed his gf on the trip though. Isn't that just soooooooooooooo saaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddd? Psh I told him to get over it. High schoolers..... </div>
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Hudsie spent a whole lot of quality time in his stroller. But he loves to be out doing stuff so he didn't mind most of the time. </div>
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This is Mike's extremely large cookie. I think it was bigger than Hudson's head. We ate a lot of junk like this. Good thing it's time for New Years resolutions eh? </div>
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Don't be alarmed about this picture. A couple people who saw it were really concerned about Huds being decapitated or something. His head is still nicely intact. This is what happens when he gets bored shopping. You see, he likes to be able to see everything, so sometimes we'll let him sit in his car-seat in the stroller backwards so he can get a better view. Recently he's really grown fond of arching his back and kicking his legs out to escape from where ever it is he's sitting. Well Mike looked away for one minute and looked back and this is what he saw. I laughed my head off when he told me and showed me this pic.</div>
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This is our happy family. Addie is the little girl in my arms. She's my little bud. She's actually my little sister. So Hudson's aunt. We have complicated families. </div>
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Christmas Eve night. We went Disney crazy and Huds even had Mickey PJs. Aren't we just cheesy and cute? </div>
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This is when me and Huds got bored in the hotel room. It's my creeperish smile and his super cute face. </div>
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I wish I lived in this castle. </div>
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Hudson got really tired sometimes. He doesn't sleep much during the day, but he took some pretty awesome naps on our trip. </div>
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We went to dinner at Medieval times one of the days. </div>
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Well, since I can't get the SD card on my camera to read on the computer, that's a wrap! We had lots of fun! </div>
<br />Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-84233200106162229862012-12-13T22:54:00.000-08:002012-12-13T22:54:05.252-08:003-5 MonthsSo I thought once I was a stay at home mom I would have a million chances during the day to craft, and blog, and whatever else. And I was the wrongest of wrong. I have so much less time. But I love it. So here's my first blog post in like 3 months. (if you can even count the last one of all pictures...)<br />
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His 4 month Stats:<br />
Weight: 17lb 1oz. (90%)<br />
Height: 27 in (off the chart)<br />
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Hudson's personality is showing through like crazy and I love it. I love that I can already see so many character traits that I think will stay with him. I just love his little personality so much. Here are a few things about him:<br />
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-He is extremely persistent and determined. If he has something in mind that he wants, he'll stop at nothing to get it. Ever hear people say to let your kid cry it out? I honestly don't think mine would ever give up. I've never tried for very long because I'm kind of a softy, but I've been through loooong rides in the car with this child and there is no giving up until someone gets him out of that seat. (we'll get to more on that later) I started to notice this when he was really little and would try new things. He would grunt and grunt until he could do it. One of the things he learned was to army crawl himself over a boppy pillow when it was supposed to be tummy time. This started when he was about 5 weeks old. I would prop him up on that thing and he'd start to kick his little feet over and over until finally he'd get over the pillow and usually roll onto his back. Another glimpse of this came when I would stop feeding him before he was done. He has this specific cry when I do that it's kind of a high pitched annoyed kind of cry. Now he's started to do that when I take something from him that he wants. Like his wipe container. He loves the sounds it makes, and I don't care if he plays with it but sometimes he starts to try and eat the wipes and that's no good. He gives me the saddest faces and cries until I give it back. Or when he drops his favorite ball in the car. If only I had an extra hand back there to give it back. Now he arches his back whenever I have him sitting on my lap to slide down my legs because obviously sitting is super boring. Very determined this child. But I'm thinking this could do a lot of good for him in his future.<br />
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-Okay the car.....he hates it. Hates. Some people say that they take their kids in car rides to calm them down. This is not the case at our house. And he doesn't just fuss or cry in the car. The car has a specific cry... actually it's more of a scream. A very angry scream. And you know what makes it 100000x worse? Someone being back there with him. You'd think they could soothe him... ooooh no. He wants out and they are sitting there doing nothing. The only thing that I've found that works to calm him is to roll the window down a little on the freeway and sometimes it puts him to sleep. If he's tired enough... But...He's getting better now that he can play with toys and distract himself, but now it's more black and white. He's either fine or he's extremely mad. It's a work in progress.<br />
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-He does awesome being out and about. I think he really likes being busy. He seems to get a little stir crazy at home all day. I can take him anywhere and he does really well usually. Sometimes the car ride can be a little difficult, but he loves to be out. I can keep him out all day without worrying that he'll get sick of it or get fussy. If he gets tired, he'll take a little snooze but he mostly likes to just take everything in.<br />
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-He's a little shy. He reserves his smiles for his mama and is slowly starting to save them for dad too. But in public he is pretty stone faced. He'll flash a little smile here and there which I love to see. But he tries pretty hard to keep those in. And he doesn't like to be held by new people most of the time. Which makes me feel bad for the people who want to hold him but makes me feel kind of loved. This is how the scenario goes....I hand him off. He looks at the new person. He looks at me. He looks at them again. He looks back at me. He gives me the saddest lip I've ever seen in my life and then he cries the saddest cry I've ever heard. I secretly think the lip is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life, but how can my baby being so sad be cute? ha.<br />
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-He wants to see everything. He has to get a good view of everything. He likes his stroller alright but if we are in a store and he can hear lots of things going on, he wants me to hold him. He'll fuss until I take him out and then he's totally fine just looking around. His carseat kind of has big sides that don't let him see very much. (this might be why he hates the car so much) He looooves to watch everything and see all the people. It's his very favorite.<br />
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-Sleep. I think this child took after his dad on this one. 20-30 minute power naps is about all I can get out of him during the day. And these naps are on his own time. Before I had him I had marvelous plans of getting him on the best schedule ever. I read Babywise and was ready to be the best mom in the world with the best napping baby. Then I met my son Hudson, and we threw all that out the window. Maybe a different child will do better with that, but this little one is happy as can be if I don't force him into a nap and he just falls asleep when he's ready. Before I understood this we had some pretty crazy crying fits. Since I've accepted it and gone with the flow, he's been so much happier. He loves to sleep on the go, or when dad's just walking around with him. He's never been able to fall asleep just laying there. I can't even imagine what that's like. haha<br />
As far as nights go..... well he does alright. But I kinda screwed it up by letting him into my bed some nights after he wakes up from his crib. That's my fault. And I don't blame him. I'd rather cuddle him all night too, it's just not the most comfy and not a good habit. So that might be our new years resolution--getting him into the crib. For now, he sleeps in his crib the first half of the night and then he doesn't like to go back in there. haha he's pretty smart though...if I try to sneak him into his crib after he's fallen asleep in my bed, he immediately wakes up. And guess what cry I get? The "you took away my food/toy" cry. I'm just not sneaky enough for him I guess.<br />
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These are just a few of the many things that I've learned about him. I never imagined that he would be a little bit high-strung because both me and Mike are pretty laid back but he is... and all I can say is that I love it. I would never change anything about him. I love that he is so curious and that he already has so much spunk. I could never have imagined loving my baby as much as I do and I love him more and more everyday. Being his mom is such a blessing and I can't ever be thankful enough for him.<br />
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2 weeks to 4.5 months haha what a little chub (don't mind that crazy hair either. I hadn't quite done it yet haha</div>
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almost too big for his bouncy seat. This kid is looong.</div>
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this is the face he always makes looking up from his car seat. I think it's just the sweetest. </div>
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<br />Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-59477080525227031012012-10-24T07:52:00.001-07:002012-10-24T07:52:47.536-07:00A name and a blessingWe blessed Hudson on Sunday the 14th. It was a great day. Mike gave him his blessing and it was really sweet. Crazy how different it feels when it's your own child up there. The spirit was so strong and I'm so grateful for a good husband who takes such good care of us. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjybGucNkqTgnZwI2NG5NaS-5TnRXFmwM8jKfGtI3Y21e-vYE3vsLrxQUWDIIXFS9o-P6TJTN_VlbQYJ0pggeAObvZ7ZcyGPRqvuUtO71wMNV2Eu1TPzKCVv5fA2Jx-b9u6DrTnnay7_P25/s640/blogger-image-1441157663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjybGucNkqTgnZwI2NG5NaS-5TnRXFmwM8jKfGtI3Y21e-vYE3vsLrxQUWDIIXFS9o-P6TJTN_VlbQYJ0pggeAObvZ7ZcyGPRqvuUtO71wMNV2Eu1TPzKCVv5fA2Jx-b9u6DrTnnay7_P25/s640/blogger-image-1441157663.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuXyyv28CVS88f-pAWW9aAC8fMxR-KiPXefeAsBzm8-v1KDcauVxoY1oRwUCYac3K7z_oDc0hzZiXHbYgPWZnSe3ZaKg2goKJ_jjxcbgMykcdQJrx7QdA9PTL9ND2MQjEgFffkOaRtgRD/s640/blogger-image--900855175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuXyyv28CVS88f-pAWW9aAC8fMxR-KiPXefeAsBzm8-v1KDcauVxoY1oRwUCYac3K7z_oDc0hzZiXHbYgPWZnSe3ZaKg2goKJ_jjxcbgMykcdQJrx7QdA9PTL9ND2MQjEgFffkOaRtgRD/s640/blogger-image--900855175.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ThI9YIwoY-vbE4zKaPv0FmEUkZ6NP94nwosmbnbWEh9wPDAIpaw9Fy6PKCyHTr8BfyySeh01SY0zYmGZZ13ajH3OhZk4SRbYdxKQdR5KlCHQKGxBWAc2wnpNqsz0ppe85zYSI_ZgIPh2/s640/blogger-image-817210386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ThI9YIwoY-vbE4zKaPv0FmEUkZ6NP94nwosmbnbWEh9wPDAIpaw9Fy6PKCyHTr8BfyySeh01SY0zYmGZZ13ajH3OhZk4SRbYdxKQdR5KlCHQKGxBWAc2wnpNqsz0ppe85zYSI_ZgIPh2/s640/blogger-image-817210386.jpg" /></a></div>Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-90743358315215054442012-10-09T08:21:00.001-07:002012-10-09T08:22:39.063-07:00WeekendersLast weekend we went on a little trip to St George. I was real scared because Hudson doesn't particularly like his car seat, but he did pretty well and only cried a few times in the car. We really didn't do much there besides see mike run the marathon and then watch conference but it was still nice to be down there. We stayed with the Schillers, which are actually Mikey's sister's in-laws. It's really nice though because over the years they have become like family to us too. They are the best. Hudson liked conference too! He's started to watch tv if it's on. He gets bored after a few minutes but it keeps his interest for a little while. Here are some random pictures from the weekend!<br />
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I know there are always a lot of posts on Facebook, Instagram, and blogs about conference and some may find it annoying or redundant. But I think it's really great. I read a comment on fb once that said something like ''this isn't your journal so write your thoughts about conference elsewhere.'' I was kind of really sad about that.<br />
It's soooo important to share your thoughts and those little feelings of pure joy that you feel like you just have to get out. At one point in my life I was at the receiving side of those comments. And not knowing quite what they meant or why everyone was so happy about church or the things they learned there made me curious. And from there I was introduced to the gospel. The gospel led me to a happiness that I didn't know I was missing. And that brought me to my really super great husband which brought me this little baby that I adore. I can't even express in words how blessed I feel to have the truth of the gospel in my life. I hope I can live in a way that is deserving of this huge blessing. To all those friends that spoke out and were good examples to me I will always so grateful. I hope we can all share things that really inspire us with our families and friends and to the world so that the people who are ready to find the gospel can. <br />
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I really loved conference. I always really love it, but each time I hear different things that I think are really for me. This time I really heard the message repeated by our leaders and the spirit seemed to whisper, ''you are doing okay but you need to do better.'' It seems like sometimes life gets the best of me and I don't do as much service, scripture study, and other things as I could. I also got excited about doing my own family history work. I got a small start about a year ago but haven't done anything since, so I'm excited to get that ball rolling again. For me, conference brought a lot of renewed commitment and I felt the spirit so many times testifying of the truthfulness of the gospel and its principles.<br />
How lucky are we to receive instructions from such inspired men? <br />
I'd say we are pretty darn lucky.<br />
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And also just sit on the couch in a blanket as your baby plays (for the very limited time this will last) instead of doing something productive? <br />
That's about how today is going. And I've done both of those. <br />
And we still have about 11 hours until dad comes home. <br />
Someone please entertain me. <br />
And take the cookies away. <br />
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Ps 3 posts in 3 days.... Thank you blogger on my phone. Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-91518643522520664382012-10-01T11:20:00.001-07:002012-10-01T11:20:50.557-07:00For the LoveThis Saturday we were re-living our high school days over at our house.<br />
My little brother, Todd, went to his last homecoming dance. I thought it would be so fun to do his dinner at our house. So I roped Mike into helping me put it together and we put on our production this weekend.<br />
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There were such cute kids that came, and it was fun to put together. Although it was a whole lot of work and I'm pretty sure little Hudson felt pretty neglected all day. Poor little man. We had to snuggle him extra on Sunday to make up for it. I think he's starting to forgive us though. :)</div>
Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-9756583935431244252012-09-30T17:51:00.001-07:002012-09-30T17:51:43.265-07:00Sunday musingsToday is Sunday.<br />
I really like Sunday. <br />
And today I am grateful. <br />
Grateful to be a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.<br />
And grateful that I am able to feel the spirit in our meetings. And as scary as it is when it's my turn, I think it's just the coolest that in our church, we all get to participate. We all give talks, prayers, we all teach... and in the process of all this we all get to learn. I'm also really grateful that the Church is so organized and especially that everything is so clear. We are blessed with soooo many answers to so many questions. Not all of them, because we still have to exercise faith. But we know a lot. <br />
And that's pretty darn cool. <br />
And last but not least I'm so very much grateful for Sunday naps!<br />
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Love,<br />
your mama<br />
Xoxo<br />
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My little man is over two months now! It's so fun to see him grow and change but it sure is hard to let the newborn stages go. <br />
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Hudson has been such a joy to us. We really super like him. Here's a little update on his life as of now:<br />
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-feeding time can be a little chaotic lately. You see huds likes to play this new game called yank your head back and forth and swing your arms up to moms face and grab! It's really fun. For him. Its actually pretty funny so i just laugh most of the time and try and hold his head still while securing his arm away from my face. But holy moly sometimes it hurts. <br />
-also when feeding he always lets me know when he's not done when I try and burp him by squealing an panting until I put him back. <br />
- we've still got a grunter on our hands. He's starting to make a lot of other sounds too though which is fun. He loooooves to coo. If I sit and talk to him he will pretty much go back and forth with me. I really love that. <br />
- he smiles more everyday! I love that toothless grin more than words can say. <br />
- Hudson doesn't particularly enjoy naps. And by that I mean he won't usually take them. That is unless someone is willing to hold him then he is game. And usually at some point in the day he'll take a couple little snoozers. I'm hoping when he gets a little older we can figure that one out. For now we kind of Just roll with it.<br />
- baby boy sleeps about the same every night without too much variation. We're on a 10-4 and 4:30-8 type schedule. And if I put him to bed early it just shifts forward according to the time I put him down. I can't complain too much about that. <br />
- speaking of bed time.... Huds won't sleep anywhere but his bouncer. Problem? Maybe. But I'm a sucker for sleep so we allow it. Dr thinks he might have a little reflux and is uncomfortable laying flat.<br />
- he doesn't really like to just ''hang out.'' If I sit him on the couch next to me he'll last maybe 30 seconds and then get fussy until I walk around with him or take him outside. This is the same case with laying him on the bed or in his bouncer when he's awake or even in the swing. BUT he does like the lay down gym thingy. That usually buys me 10-15 minutes before he gets sick of it. He loves that thing. This makes me kind of scared of how busy and active he might be when he gets bigger. But hey it keeps me from sitting around all day that's for sure! <br />
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Being a mom is such a fun experience and makes life so much more meaningful! I love my little sweetie! <br />
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They just bought a house so it's perfect timing. And instead of choosing a room of her own, she entered his room. I think that is so sweet. Please take the time to vote for her (even if you don't know her or don't care--it takes 2 seconds I promise!) so that they can win!!<br />
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#33--all you have to do is click "vote" and you can do it once a day.<br />
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Thanks everyone!Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-65349171028686219382012-08-25T13:13:00.000-07:002012-08-25T13:13:34.504-07:00Faces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The many faces of Hudson...</div>
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It's really kind of sad how big he's getting and how fast.<br />
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As I write this, he's pretty much screaming at Mike. He's had his first pretty rough day. Stomach ache maybe? I'm really not sure. We've gone through the rest of the possibilities for his unhappiness and checked them off. The only thing that makes him calm down is feeding him so we've done that the majority of the day...although I can only let him nurse for so long and so often before I'd be nursing all day long. Mike's a sweetie though. I just heard the back door close and he's taking him on yet another walk through the neighborhood. Sometimes the sounds distract him and Mike's getting really good at getting him to sleep on these neighborhood walks.<br />
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On a good night, we change him and feed him and then rock him to sleep. If I get him into a deep enough sleep, he'll sleep for about 4 hours and then wake up to eat. Sometimes even close to 5. He's really extremely nice about going back to sleep after he eats in the middle of the night too. It makes my life really happy. Then I usually let him take Mike's spot in the morning when he leaves. He really likes it. It's my favorite thing to look over at his tiny body in a big bed. Super cute.<br />
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A few other things about him that have starting to show:<br />
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From day one in the hospital, he's been a noisy baby. But oh my gosh- this child is constantly making noise. Maybe that is normal of newborns? I really don't know, but he is ALWAYS making noise. He grunts like no body's business. Over and over and all different kinds of grunts. Low ones and high ones and louder and quiet. They get really out of control when he's just waking up. Me and Mike will just lay in bed and laugh in the morning as he's waking up and making the strangest sounds I've ever heard. He also makes sounds as he eats. Each gulp has a sound involved. It's pretty interesting to feed him in front of someone and have such a noise maker coming from under the blanket. My all time favorite though is his sleep noises. He makes a little sigh noise with each breath he takes when he's sleeping. If he's really deep asleep it goes away, but when he's cuddling or just getting to sleep he does it and it's the cutest. I can't set him down when he starts doing that. That was one of the first things I noticed about him in the hospital that I just loved so much. (I have recording of all his sounds but I can't figure out how to post them. If anyone knows how please share...)</div>
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This child can't keep his hands under control. Or his legs. But the hands are really out of control. Especially when I try to feed him. He has to have his hands right by his little mouth. Sometimes it gets extremely frustrating. Especially at 3am. But we're coping. I won't say he's getting better at moving them because he's really not, but I'm finding ways to get around them. He kicks his legs and moves his arms like a crazy man most of the time that he's awake though. Super active. He does it when he's laying by himself and it gets pretty crazy when he's hungry or upset. Sometimes I set him on my legs while I get the food ready for him and he kicks me in the stomach over and over. I'm going to assume he's not meaning to though. Otherwise I have a mean baby. </div>
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Me and Mike always joke about the phrases that are used in our house over and over. and over. They are as follows:</div>
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He's starting to look at me more as I talk to him and goes cross eyed all the time. (Mike is genuinely concerned about that haha) I think he was really confused when I had him on the bathroom counter the other day and he could see me in the mirror. He just watched me in the mirror and wouldn't look at me at all. I know he's really young, but I keep trying to get him to hold toys and today he held onto his first toy for more than just half a second. And by this I mean that he's awake holding onto it and moving it around. Mike always puts weird things in his hands while he's sleeping. Like laffy taffy candies. Yeah I know, weird. But it's kind of funny that a newborn has food in his hands I guess? haha</div>
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He's starting to get pretty good at holding his head up. When we had him in the hospital he would jerk his head a lot already, but he's getting better at controlling it. Mike has little exercise sessions every night with him where they have tummy time. It's kinda cute. It's like their boy time. haha</div>
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He's started to smile a little bit, but he's pretty stingy about giving those smiles out. I can only get him to do it every once in awhile and it's even more difficult to convince him to do it if I have the camera out. Here are a few almost smile pictures. </div>
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Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-26328567969102965352012-07-29T13:52:00.002-07:002012-07-29T18:19:20.567-07:00Introducing.......our now 12 day old baby boy, Hudson Michael Hancock.<br />
Here's a little glimpse of what's been going on the last week or so. (Apologies for the length. I don't want to leave things out for journaling purposes)<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">BIRTH</span><br />
Here's our pretty simple birth story:<br />
We had an induction scheduled at 1pm on 7/17. (hoped he'd come sooner but he had other plans..)<br />
The nurse called and changed the appointment to 7am. No complaints on our end.<br />
Got to the hospital that morning bright and early.<br />
8:00 Get all hooked up to machines. Already having steady contractions. Who knew?<br />
8:30 Doctor comes and breaks my water. Dialated to a 4. Almost a 5.<br />
8:31 Contractions get painful.<br />
8:35 Contractions get really painful.<br />
9:00 I'm asking for drugs.<br />
9:30 The nurse asks if I am scared ****less because my blood pressure is so high. They take my blood and can't give me drugs until the lab work comes back. They want to give me other meds to try and get my blood pressure down.<br />
10:00 I want to die the contractions are so bad. My nurse says she's never seen contractions like it before and that they are right on top of each other. At this point I don't really listen to anything anyone says. I'm getting mad that they can't give me the drugs. Dilated to a 7.<br />
10:30 They drug man comes. He wants me to do crazy positions to get this needle into my back. Does he really want me to arch my back? Do you understand I have a HUGE child in my stomach? Not to mention I am in the worst pain of my life. Arching my back is not going to happen.<br />
10:35 I guess I somehow arched my back enough because he got the needle in. He keeps talking and telling me all this info about the drug and possible side effects. I don't really care. I'm still in pain.<br />
10:45 Pain is gone. At this point, we are highly considering naming our son after the drug man.<br />
11:00 We are so happy and excited for baby to come.<br />
11:00-1:30 We are hanging out and having visitors come by. Life is happy. Nurse keeps tabs on baby's heart rate. She comments multiple times about how well he's doing with my crazy contractions. Says most babies, if not all would normally be in distress. We are already proud parents. At 1pm we are dilated to a 10. Resting and descending.<br />
2:00 Time to push.<br />
2:15 Pushing really isn't that bad. Reminds me of a hard work out at the gym.<br />
3:00 The nurse is really encouraging me and making me feel like a pro pusher.<br />
3:30 Good thing because I'm still pushing.<br />
3:45 Doctor comes in.<br />
3:48 Hudson Michael Hancock is born. They put him on my tummy for a minute and I am amazed that this little boy is all mine.<br />
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After all of that is kind of meshed together in my brain. I just sat and watched in awe for about 30 minutes as Mike was over with the nurses as they got him all cleaned up and ready to live in the real world. I couldn't believe this infant came out of me. He was so big! (and slimy) But I knew I loved him. A whole lot.<br />
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His stats:<br />
9lbs 2oz<br />
21.5 inches<br />
Huge hands and feet.<br />
9 and 9 apgar score.<br />
Crazy Shaped Head.<br />
Lots of dark hair.<br />
My nose.<br />
Mike's lips.. (maybe?)<br />
Mike's lack of eyebrows.<br />
Big eyes. Blue for now.<br />
Cutest thing we ever did see. (assuming the head would go down.. that was a little bit scary)<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">THE AFTER MATH</span><br />
So birth sounds fun right? It actually wasn't bad. After I got the epidural that is. Before that it was horrible.<br />
4:00-7:00 Lots of visitors. Which is fun. But I have advice for visitors-at least visitors that first day...Be quick. At this point I had zero sleep, was dying of hunger, and started feeling like crap.<br />
7:00 Started feeling really weird and bad. (This gets a little detailed and gross so stop reading now if you don't like that sort of thing)<br />
7:15 Nurses kept pushing on my stomach and then telling me I was really bleeding a lot. More than normal. And that I'm extremely swollen everywhere. Weird.. Also I kept telling them that something felt weird and I was leaking. They decided I probably just needed to empty my bladder so they tried to get me up. Bad move. At this point I started shaking uncontrollably and was feeling horrible. They decided getting me up was not a good idea.<br />
7:30 Nurses decided that since I couldn't get up they would need to put a catheter in. (Note: Epidural as been gone for 3+ hours now) I am sad.<br />
7:30-8:00 Worst 30 minutes of my life. Nurses are trying to put a catheter in this entire time. But lo and behold the swelling (my worst enemy) is so bad that they can't get it in. And that's why I feel so bad. My tube to relief is swollen shut. I'm crying like I never have before, and Mike is just trying to calm me down and is breathing with me close to my face. Nurses were whispering a lot and I was trying not to listen. They kept leaving and coming back. I could tell they were having a hard time. So was I. They finally got it in and I felt a little better. Although I was still freezing and shaking and felt pretty awful.<br />
8:30 Different nurse comes to take my blood to see what's going on. I have a fever. Who knows how high since those people use Celsius. (is that even spelled right? See? Who even uses the word celsius?)<br />
9:00 They bring me bags of antibiotics and pump fluid through me for the rest of the night.<br />
12:00am Fever is going away. I can tell because I'm literally dripping sweat on my baby.<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">RECOVERY</span><br />
I never really thought about the whole recovery part of having a baby. I actually didn't really think there was one.. I don't know why. I guess there are just a lot of girls who make it look really easy. I figured I'd be sore for a few days and then I'd just be living the stay-at-home mom life, going to get drinks from sonic everyday...strolling around Target mid-day just looking...etc.<br />
Well I can honestly say that recovery is kind of hard. (or I might just be a baby.. either way) Regardless, I mostly just feel weird and the pain from my stitches comes and goes. I've been really light headed and weak but it is getting better everyday.<br />
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Now on to the more exciting parts of this post:<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">HUDSON</span><br />
Our little boy has been doing so good! He had a little bit of a hard time getting enough food at first. He left the hospital Thursday at 8lb 8oz and by Saturday he was at 7lb 14oz. The doctor said that as long as we could turn it around he wasn't too concerned because he was born so big. Good thing he was so huge!<br />
We went back to the doctor the following Monday and after supplementing with formula and working hard to get him to eat, he was back up to 8lb 6oz.<br />
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The funny thing about him weighing so much is that he's still really scrawny! He's really long though. Scrawny and long like his dad. Some of his newborn clothes still don't quite fit, and the 0-3 month clothes are out of the picture for a little bit longer. Although, some of his onsies are a little bit too short and while they are pretty baggy around his arms and belly, they are stretched out as far as they go to make it from his neck to button at his diaper. It's kind of funny. He's been getting big fast though, so I think only a week or so and he'll be able to fit more of his clothes. He definitely has his dad's long hands and feet too. They are huge!<br />
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This is the face I get when changing him in the middle of the night. </div>
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He's been such a blessing around our house. We love him to death. It's so fun just to sit and watch the things he does and we definitely get plenty of laughs at his faces and some of the things he'll do. One thing we always laugh at is how when he's finished eating he'll roll off of me onto his blanket with his arms above his head and his eyes closed and milk running out of his mouth like a drunk baby. It only takes a few minutes from him to come out of his coma and want to eat again, but it's pretty funny. He also loves to lay on my bed after dad leaves in the morning and wake up slowly. He loves it when we let him into the big bed instead of making him sleep in the bassinet. It kind of freaks me out though so he doesn't get to do that too often. Another thing he loves are his hands. He won't let us swaddle him with his arms tucked in. No way no how. He loves them constantly on his face. It was a battle with feeding him at first, but we've figured out a way he can have both hands up by his face and make it work. I love it how he always sleeps with either his arms above his head or his hands resting by his face though. So cute. Probably my favorite thing about our little guy is the noises he makes. They are the cutest, sweetest things I have ever heard. Lots of nurses commented on how many noises he makes at the hospital and I hoped that he wouldn't stop doing them once we brought him home. He makes little humming noises every time he swallows when he eats and when he's sleeping he also makes little noises as he breathes in and out. I can't really describe how they sound, but they are sooo cute. </div>
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<br />Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-79628906329856023452012-07-10T08:08:00.002-07:002012-07-10T08:08:48.996-07:00Tick, Tock, Tick, TockWell good and bad news...<br />
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Bad news: I'm still pregnant.<br />
Good news: I have an induction scheduled.<br />
Bad news: It's not until the 17th.<br />
Good news: That's a day before my due date.<br />
Bad news: My doctor thought I would have gone already so I've been planning on earlier.<br />
Good news: I'm dilated almost to a 4 and really thin...says my doctor.<br />
Bad news: That still doesn't give me any sort of indication of when this kid will come out.<br />
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This isn't a very fun game. I must need to learn a serious lesson in patience because I'm going crazy here.<br />
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Our child seems to be pretty large so far... here are his estimates:<br />
37 wks: 7lb<br />
38 wks: 7lb 11oz<br />
39 wks: 7lb 14oz<br />
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I guess he's either slowing down his chubby eating habits, or the computers at the drs office are kind of off. We did use a different one this time than the last two times so hopefully it's accurate.<br />
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Hopefully he'll decide to come soon before my ankles explode!!<br />
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This is how my foot looks at the end of the day. It's not a pretty sight, but I'm actually hiding the worst part with my skirt. As my little brother put it last night, my calves "are bigger than the line backers" on the football team. I guess they have big calves. And I've got bigger ones. I hadn't looked at them for awhile (it takes a little extra effort to find them down there) and caught a glimpse the other day. It was scary! </div>
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And this one my friends is my foot after the gym. You see-I have a hard time getting my shoes on, but then once I get them on, the liquid is squeezed into my ankles and calves. That makes my shoes more comfy, but looks a little weird after.</div>
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Don't worry--I've been told this is all normal and I'm not dying or anything. I was a sweller in the heat before I was pregnant, so I figured this was bound to happen. Although, I never knew how much water one body could retain. But hey, it makes for a good laugh for everyone else right? </div>
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We've been working on little one's room. This is the side we have done. The other side is just the crib and things but I still have to make a fitted sheet for the bedding of the crib so I'll post it when I'm done. I made the curtains and pillows and Mike helped (pretty much did it all) with the pad on the window. He even did the tufting. He's such a good husband. Although, don't tell him that I posted that he did it all-he doesn't like people to know that he can be crafty. This has been my first experience with the sewing machine though so that's been interesting. You just can't look too closely at anything haha. </div>
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Little one has a lot of clothes from showers. He's kind of spoiled. We're super grateful though. :)</div>
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He even has a sweater and bonnet that my sweet grandma made for him. Tayden is modeling it for us below. haha It's a little large for our baby, but someday it will fit him. Mike suggested maybe she could make us all one and we could take a family portrait? She made all sorts of things for the little guy, including little baby booties, a baby cocoon, mittens, etc... Cutest grandma ever.</div>
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Below is the belly at 36 weeks. It's feeling pretty huge. Skirts have been my life now. I don't really wear anything else. </div>
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Has anyone met my cute husband? </div>
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Yeah, he's a keeper. </div>
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Number one, that guy never complains about anything. He just sits and listens to me CONSTANTLY complain. </div>
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Example of a typical drive in the car. </div>
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Me: "Uh, could you back the car up? I can't fit in the tiny little space between the car and the stairs in the garage to get to my seat?"</div>
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Him: "Yeah, sure!"</div>
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Me: after getting in the car.. Usually one of these statements would be made next:</div>
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"Man my ribs hurt."</div>
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"I can't breath sitting like this! I have zero lung capacity."</div>
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"I'm hungry."</div>
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"Can we get a treat?"</div>
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"Wow I really wish your child would stop trying to kick his way out of my stomach."</div>
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"Can you get my phone from the floor? I dropped it."</div>
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"Shoot I don't have my purse! Can you get it?"</div>
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Him: The answer to all of these is either "Yes." or "I'm sorry babe. I think you are doing a good job."</div>
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After that, I usually either start crying (if I'm hungry the chances of this happening are increased about 500%) or I'm content for a minute and then think of another complaint. </div>
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See?? He's really nice. </div>
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And I really do try to limit my complaining. He should have the rights to complain about my complaints though and he never does so I am grateful for that. </div>
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Anyway the point of this post is to document what he did for my birthday. </div>
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Here's the deal--we have birthdays right next to each other. His is May 9th and mine is the 15th. It's awful. You know why? </div>
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He ALWAYS outdoes me by just a tad because he follows after me. </div>
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It's cute though because he'll see what I do and then he'll try to come up with something similar that I would like. </div>
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So this year for his 25th birthday, I put together 25 gifts and gave them to him throughout the day. It was fun. He was a good sport too because some of them I sat on the bed with a specific time to be opened. If it had been me I probably would have opened them all as soon as he left for the day. So here's how it started.. </div>
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A few weeks before, we were talking about weird stuff we liked when we were kids. </div>
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Embarrassing as it is, I told him how I used to love The Sound of Music movie. I would watch it over and over and over.... Until 9th grade when I tried out for the school play (which was the Sound of Music that year) just hoping and praying I would make my dream come true of being one of the characters and getting to sing the songs and I got...what role? A nun. Yeah that was the end of my watching the Sound of Music. I was convinced that the pain would never leave me. </div>
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I'm over that now though and I don't mind the songs. </div>
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So this is what I woke up to the morning of my birthday. </div>
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1. It's not clear enough to read the text, but this was hung on the fridge when I went downstairs to get breakfast. I have quite the obsession with Subway breakfast so he provided the funds to get myself some.</div>
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2-3-4. The next thing was waiting in the car. This is after I had already kind of gone through it but it was a basket with all baby stuff because our baby is one of my favorite things I guess. haha But there were some vouchers for these clothes at Gap that I really wanted to get him (which were gone when we went back for them :( sad day) and also a breast pump. (sorry that's kind of awkward to write on here a little bit) Also there were treats in there to make sure that he was well nourished that day.</div>
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5. Was in the glove box. I love Kneaders! This was for my lunch.</div>
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6-7-8. These were emails with vouchers for different things. 6 was a pedicure. 7 was some shoes. 8 was dinner at Texas Roadhouse. </div>
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9. When we got to dinner he gave me a little bag with an iPhone case. </div>
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10. The last thing was shopping! Which is one of my very favorite things. He got me a gift card to Forever 21 and we went down to City Creek and did a little shopping. </div>
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I thought so. I am really grateful for a nice husband who likes me even when I have this huge bubble coming from my middle. And that's all so you can stop throwing up now. :)</div>
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This is not a funny joke. I'd heard about pregnant women having issues with water retention near the end of their pregnancies.<br />
Key word there: END.<br />
I consider myself at the end, but I still have over a month left. I was imagining the last 2-3 weeks.<br />
Well what a nice surprise for me!<br />
(I'd post some pictures of my ridiculous feet, but frankly I'm too embarrassed.)<br />
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On a happier note, we've been working on the little one's room. It's still a work in progress, but I'll post some pictures when we're all the way done, but here are a few things we've been working on.<br />
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These are little bookshelves (actually spice racks but don't tell..) we put up. </div>
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These are the bumpers for his bedding. :) My mother in law is a really good sewing teacher and helped me help make them. (she finished them off and did the piping, but hey-I did a little!)</div>
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And here are some frames from DI we painted and put some printables from Pinterest in. There are a few more, but I haven't quite gotten them done yet. We'll hang them on the wall once we figure out where the furniture and stuff will go. </div>
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We are getting excited (and scared). Well Mike isn't scared, but I am a little. Have you ever been to a Child Birth Preparation class? Well go and then you'll understand why I'm scared. There are some nasty things they show you in there. But there are also some nasty things happening to me, like my ankles. My theory is that you get so miserable at the end of pregnancy that you'll do anything to get that child out. Maybe past parents can attest to this? I'm kind of hoping that it's how it is because the stuff I saw in that class was frightening. Good thing it will be worth it! </div>
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Oh and here is a 32 week photo from a few weeks ago. </div>
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But it's what my little sister Addie thinks is under my shirt. (She is turning 2 this week.) When I see her now she points at my stomach and repeats "basketball, basketball" to try and understand why there is a large bump sticking out of my body. A few people have tried to tell her there's a baby in there, but she really doesn't buy it. She just looks at them like, "yeah like I'm really gonna believe that" and then continues to think I am just sporting a basketball under my shirt. Sometimes she'll try and lift up my shirt but she doesn't need proof anyway. She knows it's a basketball.<br />
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(Meet Addie. She eats Dora off of her birthday cake. She doesn't care if it's plastic or not.)</div>
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My little 3-year old nephew Tayden doesn't think it's a basketball. He knows there is a baby....somewhere. He doesn't quite understand that it's actually inside of me but he knows two things. There is a baby somewhere and it's a boy. Whenever we see him he'll ask, "is that boy at your house?" or sometimes he'll just ask, "where is that boy?" If I try to tell him it's in my tummy, he immediately needs to see and will start trying to pull up my shirt, so we've stopped with that and now we just say he isn't here yet. He's pretty content with that answer.<br />
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Pregnancy is weird.<br />
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I guess I like it since I like the little boy in there, but sometimes I still can't wrap my head around the fact that there is really a human inside of me. And better yet, a human that is a little piece of me and Mike. I can't even imagine what he will look like. It could get a little scary with the vast gene pool we've got going. He could be dark, or light, or blonde, or black-haired... the possibilities are really endless. We even have red-haired genes on my side of the family. What if we have a brown red-haired baby? I can't really imagine that combo being cute... but I would hope that we would at least think it was.<br />
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How the general public starts to take so much interest in the fact that I have a human inside of me.<br />
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I feel like any old lady I see puts their hand on my stomach and does a little "ohhh." The funny part is that every time they ask <b>after</b> they have already put their hand on my stomach, "Oh you probably hate when people touch your stomach huh?" Well if I did it would be a little too late now. I actually don't really mind at all. It's not like I love it or anything, but I don't really care if they need proof that there's something in there.<br />
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One thing I don't really love, but can get a laugh out of are the "Poor girl..." comments that I can hear. Okay so I've only heard one. But I'm sure there have been more! And it was a pretty "poor girl" type sight so I understand. I was trying to follow my very quick-walking brother in law and Mike as they crossed the street and I started to sort of jog across to make sure I didn't miss them. I must have been jogging weird because all the sudden it felt like my back was about to go out. Or break. Or both. So I had to slow it down and waddle across instead. I heard a guy behind me say quietly laughing to his wife, "poor girl.." haha I guess it was pretty pathetic looking.<br />
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The ones I don't mind though are the sweet 30-40 year old women who take the time to stop and tell me I look cute. This mainly happens at Target or Walmart in the check-out or parking lot. I totally don't believe them, but it's sweet because they have probably been in this situation before and know how it feels. If they could see my ankles (or lack there of..) though they would probably retract their comments.<br />
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All in all, it's been a good experience though. I've learned how to eat a lot healthier. (even though I don't put that into practice all the time..) I've built up about 9 months worth of motivation to get back into shape after this baby too. Hopefully that sticks. It's also been a fun little experience to go through in our marriage. Mike's been so good to be supportive and making sure I'm feeling okay when we are out doing things. We have had a lot of fun getting excited about putting his room together too and imagining how things will be once he finally arrives. I can't say I'm gonna miss it. Maybe when it's over I'll miss it.. but right now those words and thoughts are definitely not coming. I'm just so excited to have my ankles back, stop the weight gain that seems to never cooperate with my wishes, and most of all to meet this little guy and be able to see physically that he's healthy and happy.<br />
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7 more weeks...7 more weeks...7 more weeks.<br />
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<br />Mike and Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00547586164005286647noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102689270160964601.post-58209134731743966772012-05-15T17:30:00.000-07:002012-05-15T17:30:01.181-07:00Party Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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But oh so fun!</div>
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Mikey's birthday was on Wednesday so we did some fun little things for that. I got him "25 gifts for 25 years" and had him find things around the house throughout the day and then a few things after work. It was fun and he was a good sport about me making him follow my instructions. We went to dinner at Tucano's and then went to get our shop on at City Creek and Gateway. Mikey got some running shoes and found some dress shoes at Ross on the way home. I love his birthday. He's such a sweet boy and it's fun to have a day dedicated to him for once. :)</div>
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The next day was my mom's birthday. My step dad Nick threw her a surprise party over the weekend. I'll talk more about that in the pics below. :)</div>
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Friday we went to the temple, a wedding reception, and had dinner with my Dad and Tara. They are always so nice to cook for us. I love my dad's cooking. That's for sure.</div>
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On Saturday, my sweet friends Makenna and Kortnie put together a little baby shower for the little guy. It was really fun and they did such a good job with the decorations and food and all the other things that go into throwing a shower. I am so grateful for friends like them. Here are a few pictures. We meant to take some with the belly displayed but somehow forgot. I've got to get a grip on this picture taking business. That will be my mid-year resolution.</div>
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I forgot to get pictures of the guests, but I did manage to get one of my work girlies after everyone else had already left. They are so cute. I feel so grateful to get to work with them, they've become some of my besties.</div>
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Then later that day we went to my mom's surprise birthday party! We all met at Buca Di Beppo and had some dinner. She was super surprised and had lots of friends come to wish her a happy birthday! </div>
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Then on Sunday we celebrated Mothers Day with our Mothers. All 4 of them. They are all so special to us in different ways but we are grateful for all of them. The day started with Mikey speaking in church. He did a really good job and focused his talk on how to make sure we express love to the women in our lives. (mostly directed toward the guys I guess) But it was really sweet and I loved listening. I love when he talks in church and I get to listen instead of talking with him and being so nervous haha. Then after that, we went and visited our step moms and brought them a little gift. We have some awesome step moms who teach us lots by their examples. We wrapped up the day by hosting a Mothers Day dinner at our house for my mom and Mike's mom. It was fun to give them a break from hosting and they had a good time relaxing. Through the weekend, I thought a lot about the things I learn from each of the "mothers" in our lives and I wanted to write down some of the things that I love about each of my mothers. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">Michelle (Mike's step mom):</span> Michelle is the sweetest lady. She's so compassionate and cares about everyone's feelings and how everyone is doing so much. She is always there to listen and will always make sure each child and grandchild feels loved and cared for. Such a good example of a good, nurturing mother. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Tara (my step mom):</span> Tara is the most generous person I know. We rarely go over there without coming back with some sort of gift or something sent home with us. She's also so fun to talk to and we always have fun around her. She always invites us over for dinner just to be nice, and best of all she shares Addie with us. Another thing I love about her is that she really tries to always make us feel welcome and loved and she'll always tell us how much Addie loves us. She's a really good friend to us which is really unique to have in a step mom I think. We love being around her.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;">Dawna (Mike's Mom):</span> Dawna is a little party animal. She is always up for anything and it's so fun. She makes herself and others feel comfortable in all situations which is a rare quality I think. (Mike has taken after her which I always admire about him.) She is ALWAYS willing to help with anything. No matter what it is. She also is always willing to rearrange her plans or whatever she has going to spend time with us, which makes us feel loved for sure. She is so energetic and talkative. I admire her energy a lot of the time. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">My mom (Darlene):</span> My mom is the most organized lady in the universe. She labels everything. She is really productive and she's the type of person that sets goals and reaches them. She's not your typical teary-eyed, hugs all around mom, but I love her the way she is. She's driven and she tries hard to make God a part of her life each day, which I think is really admirable. We are really different and maybe a little bit opposite in a lot of areas, but she teaches me strength where I am weak which is really important. She's really smart and is really good at making decisions which I can definitely improve on. One thing really unique about her is that she is really hard to offend. She doesn't think into things a whole lot (like most of us crazy women) and I usually don't have to worry about ever unintentionally offending her by the things I say or do. She's really low-drama and it's refreshing a lot of the time. She's also really straight-forward. She will tell you what she thinks without the filter. I've learned that if I want the truth on something I can ask her and she'll pretty much always deliver. She's a good lady. </div>
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I love all my mothers and hope everyone else had a great Mother's Day as well! Here's to more birthdays this week! Happy birthday to Bethany, Jenn, Mikey, my mom, and me! 5 birthdays in 10 days! Woo hoo! </div>
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