tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25835189733939731162024-02-07T00:20:21.585-06:00A Day at the Parks'paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-14747123714469704872014-03-14T15:06:00.001-05:002014-03-14T15:10:58.660-05:00So apparently I'm really bad at this blog. I do it no justice. It's like our family just sits around and stares at each other all day long. <br />
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We had another baby! EIGHT months ago. Please don't tell me that this is typical third born kid stuff because I really really really want to be better than that. I can't remember the amount of times my mom forgot me at school. I was the youngest, so it was expected. But I have vowed to not forget my youngest child at school. And she's going to have lots of pictures of her and I won't forget when she got her first teeth! I have dreams you know :)<br />
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So please meet Emerson Kate Park. <br />
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She is seriously the sweetest baby in the whole entire world. I met up with some friends at the park yesterday and the big girls played for almost three hours. Emerson sat on a blanket and messed with stuff in the diaper bag pretty much the whole time. I carried her a little, gave her a bottle, but for the most part she just entertained herself. It was incredible to watch. She is so easy going, yet a feisty little girl. She can really stand up for herself when she's tired of being dragged across the living room by one arm. She doesn't cry much. Just when she's hungry and sleep and even then, it's more of a complaining then a crying. The only time she cried much as a baby was in the car pickup line at school (and it made me want to cry too, so I can't blame her) and when she got thrush. Other than that, it's always been fixable. I look back and think that things were way too easy. <br />
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If I can think of the most perfect time in my life, it would be the summer of 2013. We spent so much time swimming in June since I was so ginormously pregnant. Ella learned to swim without floaties and we really had some awesome quality time together. Emerson was born on July 1 and the peacefulness of life was so abundant. I would sit and nurse my baby and the girls would come put lotion on my feet to take care of me. My maternity leave was seriously something only dreams are made of. I had an incredibly sweet baby and the most understanding little girls who couldn't have been happier with their new baby sister. They didn't get upset with me because I was taking care of the baby the majority of the time. It was such a relaxing and amazing time for all of us to bond with each other before Ella started public school. I wish I could go back and visit those days. I remember sitting and telling myself to soak up every tiny morsel of those days because I knew they were numbered. It was such a beautiful time for our family.<br />
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And now.....life is absolutely chaotic. My house is such a mess. I keep blaming myself that if I were better at picking up after myself, then the house wouldn't be so bad. I spend so much picking up that I never actually get to clean. I have these grand ideas of going on all these fun outings with the kids and then I spend $80 on diapers and formula for the week and then try to think of fun things to do at home instead :) So goes life, I guess. We really have such a wonderful time together. <br />
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Ella started kindergarten, which is so exciting and so sad for me all at the same time. And now, kindergarten is almost over. I got to be the room mom for her class and it has been really great getting to be involved in the classroom. Ella is the sweetest, kindest, and most loving kid I've ever met. She is so happy and her laughter is infectious. Her giggles come spilling out uncontrollably and she just makes me melt. She's reading, writing, and learning math. This kid is crazy smart. She's also a very structured, rule-follower. If you're within earshot, you can usually hear her singing happy birthday while she's washing her hands in the bathroom. When she cleans the playroom with Sadie, she usually tries to just send Sadie down so that she can clean by herself because then it will be done correctly. She definitely gets that from her daddy. But I can <u>always</u> rely on Ella. She is so honest and careful that I can do so much more because she is my eyes and my ears when I need an extra pair. She is my right hand man and helps keep our ship afloat. <br />
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Sadie. Sadie. Sadie. Words can't even describe how crazy and silly this kid is. She will be four in May and I can't believe it. She dresses up in the craziest outfits and calls herself a "fashioneaster". She has her own made up language and her own made up world and I am so lucky I'm invited into it every day. While Ella doesn't break the rules much (more like ever!), Sadie thinks that rules were made to be broken! It can frustrate me so much, but her creativity and her free spirit allows her to just let loose and live. I admire her ability to just feel it and live in the moment. That handful of M&M's was totally worth the timeout. She spends her fair amount of time there, but she genuinely wants to enjoy the people around her and get the most out of life. She struggles with not getting her way, but that seems to come with the territory of being three. I'm so excited to see her blossom in the next couple of years. She surprises me daily. I look at her some days and I can't believe she is my child. She came from me. She is such a wild little creature and a blessing to me every single day. <br />
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And this summer will be TEN years married to this man. He's amazing. More on him later......</div>
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Okay, I'm signing off for now. And hopefully not for another year and a half! </div>
paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-61792652700534348582012-07-31T10:29:00.004-05:002012-07-31T10:29:33.698-05:00Neat Things I've FoundSo I signed up for something called the <a href="http://www.babbaco.com/">BabbaBox</a>. Very cool. I got my first box in the mail the other day and it's really neat. I am not very creative or good at coming up with craft ideas that are fun. Usually if I ever do come up with something it takes four hours to get it all together and tons of trips to Hobby Lobby and the girls are done and disinterested in about five minutes....But this box is great. They send you every single material you'll need to put them together. You get a new book, downloadable educational app, several crafts, and other itmes. And they are all themed together. This month's theme is By The Seashore. <br />
<br />Another really fun thing I've found is <a href="http://beckyhiggins.com/" target="_blank">Project Life</a>. It's a really neat way to start memory keeping. I am so bad about writing things down because it always feels like I'll never forget this stuff. And then I forget it. And I am not a scrapbooker at all. The thought of sitting down and putting together a scrapbook makes me shudder. But I also think writing things down in a journal is kind of boring. So this is an easy and fun way to keep your memories and pictures in an easy to get to place. The product has been out of stock for months and amazon just restocked everything. It's pretty easy because you typically will make a page per week of the year. That way you can remember all of the big things and the little things that happen when your kids are little. And it's organized by year. There are plastic pages where you can print off your instagram photos (through persnickety prints) and keep them in the binder as well. And I hear there's going to be a baby edition sometime later this year. It would be a fun way to track your pregnancy and your baby's first year. Anyway, cool things I've found recently that I'm having fun trying out. <br />
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Alright, well now I'm off to watch the olympics with Ella!paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-64070992945846964512012-07-31T08:26:00.001-05:002012-07-31T08:26:43.677-05:00Summer with the girlsAll summer I have so enjoyed all of this extra time with the girls. On September 5th, they are both starting at a new preschool. It's about two minutes from my house and they will go from 9-12 every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning. It's put on by the methodist church. We went and toured the school a couple of weeks ago and both Ella and Sadie were very excited to walk through a classroom again. Ella more so than Sadie. Before we visited, I asked Ella if she was ready to go back to school. She was pretty unhappy at her last preschool, which is why we worked out this new schedule. She asked me two questions: Will I have to eat lunch at school? No. Do I have to take a nap at school? No. After she got her answers, she was beyond excited. Those were the two things that she did not like at the last school. But Ella loves to be in a classroom environment and she loves to learn and meet new friends. I'm so excited for her. And Sadie definitely needs to spend some time in a structured environment with other kids. Ella is such a good sister, but I see her cater to Sadie a lot because it's easier. So it will be good for Sadie to learn how to interact with other kids her age. And the good part is that I'm not giving up too much extra time with them. They have been spending Fridays at their Nonnie's house. But now it's about the same amount of time, I just get to go into the office three mornings a week, which will be extremely helpful for <strike>me</strike> my job. <br />
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Oh, and in other BIG BIG news...Sadie is getting pretty close to being potty trained. We've been working on it since Thursday and she's only had about three accidents! Everytime she goes potty she high fives me and says "I TID IT! YAY FOR SADIE!" It's the cutest ever. And Ella even gets in on the celebration. :) Sadie still can't tell me that she has to pee ahead of time, so I take her to the potty a lot, but we made it through a birthday dinner at La Casona, a couple of trips to Target, and a bike ride without an accident. So we're getting there. I'm so proud of my girls. And they are growing up so fast.<br />
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And the last update....Ella starts soccer in August! We went and picked out her cletes, shinguards, and a ball. I'm so excited!<br />
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We miss you Ewie <3<br />
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I love you, O LORD, my strength.<br />
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,<br />
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,<br />
my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.<br />
I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised,<br />
and I am saved from my enemies.<br />
The cords of death encompassed me;<br />
the torrents of destruction assailed me;<br />
the cords of Sheol entangled me;<br />
the snares of death confronted me.<br />
In my distress I called upon the LORD;<br />
to my God I cried for help.<br />
From his temple he heard my voice,<br />
and my cry to him reached his ears.<br />
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And slowly but surely my heartrate went down, the tears stopped falling, and I felt like I could breathe again. So maybe it wasn't the same one that my mom memorized, but this is obviously the one God wanted me to hear. He gave me something to cling to in that moment. So these days I'm pretty armed. When I start to feel that uncontrollable fear creep up on me, I can read this Psalm and try to keep it at bay. I can tell you that my anxiety attacks aren't related to anything in my life right now. Life is pretty good for me. Two beautiful children, a husband who adores me, a healthy family, a new house....and maybe that's why I have these "episodes" for lack of a better word. I keep waiting for something terrible to happen. Because, after all, this is life and it's not always going to be this easy. I was angry about all these newfound fears at first because my life is so incredibly different now. But I've come to accept that God put this in my life for a reason. Maybe this is a time in my life where I need to be aware and cautious and be steadfast in my faith that He will ultimately take care of me and my family. I'm not always "thankful" for this lesson whatever it may be, but when I start to panic I can remind myself that He is in control. And He loves me so much. </div>
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Here's a song that I love. It's by one of my favorite bands Rush of Fools. If you haven't heard of them, you should check them out. All of the albums are really good. The second one is probably my favorite. </div>
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(I still can't believe I actually bought the tickets....That is so not like me. At all.)paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-10758437877896985812012-07-03T11:17:00.003-05:002017-04-10T15:58:42.994-05:00Random HappeningsLet's see, what's been going on around the Park household? Not much, really. Since Mother's day, Josh has been home for about a week and a half. So we haven't made much progress on the house. I take that back, we did make some pretty awesome progress in the kitchen. We bought a new refrigerator, stove top, and microwave. One weekend when Josh was home, he put them in and they made the kitchen look so much nicer...and part of this century. I don't even mind my old cabinets anymore!<br />
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Oh, and we're spending $950 to have a diseased tree removed today. Fun.<br />
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Did I happen to mention I <strike>hate</strike> don't love owning an older house? If we could ever finish fixing things that are broken, we could actually use our money to remove the ridiculous chandeliers and wallpaper so it doesn't feel like we're living in some old person's house......sigh. We'll get there. Don't they say the process is the fun part?! (i think someone said that at some point)<br />
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Ella and Sadie have been having fun at gymnastics. Sadie cries the whole time if I'm not sitting on the floor with her while she's doing her thing. Ella's a pro. Although, they did a back flip thingy on the bars last week and Ella did not enjoy it much. We'll see if she can conquer her fears and do it again today.<br />
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Oh, and it's my BIRTHDAY MONTH! I turn the big 3-0 this year. I can't believe I got old and didn't even realize it. But I think the 30's are supposed to be the prime years of your life, right? I have to say that the second half of my twenties were the best years of my life. I'm excited to see what the next decade has in store. Josh has been out of town so much, so he saved up a lot of money with his per diem and told me I could pick anywhere to go for my birthday. So we looked at all these different resorts and islands and places and finally picked a place in Belize. You see, it can't be that far away because I've never left the girls longer than 2 nights and I was ok with leaving for 3 this time (baby steps, people!), but no more than that. So Belize was pretty close, not too touristy, and not super expensive. Beaches, rainforests, everything I could want! And then I backed out. I mean, I spent so much time researching and deciding and then when it came time to pull the trigger I just couldn't do it. I don't know, being in a foreign country where there isn't very reliable Internet access or the ability to call and facetime the kids, I just couldn't do it. So instead we're headed to Austin for two nights. It's close and I can facetime. I wish the girls were old enough to enjoy (and justify the cost) for Disneyworld. I've never been, so when they're a little bit older we'll have fun doing that. I must really be turning 30 if the idea of going to Disneyworld with my kids sounds more appealing than an oceanside beach resort on the Caribbean.......although after this tree fiasco, if I had booked the vacation I'd be having a heart attack right now, I'm sure! :)<br />
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Oh, and VBS is this month too. The theme is Babylon, so we're studying Daniel. It is going to be so much fun! We have been hard at work getting the set ready. Tracy and I have been making hedges out of crepe paper, glue, and frito lay boxes. One side of a box takes me about 3 hours. It's nuts. I guess that's why we started so early! 4 more sides to go and the hedges will be done. <br />
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Okay, I guess the kids have been playing on the iPad and my phone long enough...we have big day of cleaning and organizing ahead. Here is life according to my iPhone....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">well i'm obviously bad about documenting the houses's updates because i haven't taken any before photos. but here's the after!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sadie LOVED the splashpad!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">here's the tree that's going down...it's the gigantic one on the left. it's rotten at the base of the tree almost halfway through the trunk. i was too afraid it would fall on my neighbor's house...or my kids...or pretty much anything near it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and yes, those are mosquito carcasses...josh sprayed the yard with some heavy duty bug killer and he didn't spray the front porch. so it turned into a mosquito graveyard! i hate texas weather!</td></tr>
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paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-38407493815251496482012-05-25T16:47:00.002-05:002012-05-25T16:47:13.739-05:00I am almost finished with my first week as a stay-at-home-mom and I am loving it. And I'm a mostly-stay-at-home-mom who still works on Fridays and whenever I can sneak in a few hours every day at home to keep up. It hit me about a month ago that next school year is my last year with Ella before kindergarten. I can't even believe I'm saying that. This is it for Ella and me. After this year, everything changes. I'm dreading it completely. I wish I could say I'm looking forward to the changes and seeing her learn and grow and enter society, but I hate it. Around the same time that I started worrying about not having enough time with her, Ella started becoming unhappy at school and Sadie started crying again every morning when I would drop her off. I was realizing that they weren't happy at school and I wasn't satisfied with only being with them two days a week. I started wondering if I'd be able to do it. Would I be able to scale back my hours and still get everything done? I wouldn't have been able to pull the girls out of preschool while they were happy there. I've never been one of those moms who thinks I'm super qualified and better at raising kids than the teachers at LHA. I feel like they are much more qualified (and patient) than me! But the girls got unhappy for some reason, so we took the plunge. After talking it through with a few people and getting some suggestions, the girls last day of preschool was last Friday. It was sad to pick up their pillows, blankets, and everything. Walking out of that door was hard for me. This place had taken such good care of my babies for two and a half years. Wonderful memories and friendships since before Ella could even talk. I was so grateful for their care and attention to my children. Needless to say, this week was quite an adjustment. Monday and Tuesday were terrible. Wednesday and Thursday were wonderful. Today, I miss them while I'm at work, but I like being here and having conversations and basically being part of the world again. But I'm looking forward to Monday again. I think it's going to work out just fine. I also think that Monday and Tuesday were a little more difficult because we were starting our second week with Daddy being out of town. I was a little worn out and they really miss him. Thank goodness he gets to fly home for the weekend. It's going to be so great to spend the time with him, even if it is only for a few days. Bring on this next chapter of life. So far, so good.<br />
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Two. Two years old. I absolutely cannot believe she is already TWO. Time has absolutely flown by. We had so much fun celebrating Sadie's birthday on Saturday. We had a cookies & milk birthday party and we had a moonwalk...this is huge. We actually have a yard for a moonwalk. It was great. The kids had so much fun playing and Sadie felt so loved. The only downside is that Josh has been out of town and he wasn't here for the party. We missed him so much. But, I took lots of videos and sent them to him so he would know what we were up to. Here are some fun pictures from the party. I tried to get pictures of all the kids that were there, but you know how kids are...Nonetheless, thank you to everyone who came and made Sadie's day extra special. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She got a bike from Mimi. It's a balance bike and it might be the cutest thing ever. She squealed when she saw it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mom is the best. There was no way I could've gotten everything done without her help. Since Josh was out of town, I was in a little over my head and she was awesome.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alley is so sweet. She cleaned up my room and made my bed while I was still getting everything ready. So after I had finally gotten everything cleaned up that night, I went to my room to go to bed and it was so clean and awesome. What a sweetheart! </td></tr>
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So, Ella has been having some strange stomach issues for the past year. She would randomly throw up a couple of times a week and she quit eating all of her favorite foods. We went to the emergency room last August because she was having severe pain and passing some blood. The doctors at the local hospital did a CT scan, but didn't seen anything abnormal. Well, it was the worst experience ever. The people who happened to be working that night either don't have kids or were just trying to see how bad they could torture us. Ella had to drink some barium and the guy who was going to do the scan brought it into the room in a measuring-type cup, handed it to Ella and said "here, drink this. it tastes awful, but you have to drink it." And then leaves. I almost followed him out the door and slapped his face. I mean, can't we at least get a princess cup or an umbrella or something?! So after bribing, encouraging, singing, dancing, drugging, and eventually threatening we were able to get her to drink <i>some </i>of it. It seemed like the trip to the emergency room was worse than the pain in her stomach. So fast forward a few months and we got to see a specialist at Texas Childrens. After talking to me for a while, we decided to just wait it out and see if she had anymore symptoms. Well, she did. So a month ago, we took Ella to have a colonoscopy. I was so worried about how she would do. The prep for a colonoscopy is awful anyway. She doesn't like juice or soda. All she drinks is water. Well, she did great. It was hard for her, but we were able to do all the prep with unsweetened iced tea. Although, she was WIRED at night after drinking a gallon of tea during the day :) I fasted with her because I felt so sorry for her after her second day, which hard her confined to a liquid diet. She even told me the liked chicken broth and asked that I make it again for her one day. She must have been hungry!!!! She did wonderful during her test. She was nervous about the IV and threw up once she heard they were going to have to give her one, but we had a fantastic nurse who did an amazing job with her. The first nurse blew out her vein the first try and then he came in and saved the day. We went back to the procedure room with her and the anesthesiologist put something in her IV and within about three seconds she was out! She looked so peaceful sleeping there. But the GI doctor told us that everything looked wonderful. We were looking for polyps and he didn't see anything, which was a huge relief to me. I am so grateful that she's ok. She still complains of random stomach aches, but we haven't seen anymore blood since a few days before the procedure. The doctor said to think of it as a "nosebleed" but for your colon. Still doesn't seem normal to me, but I am also not a doctor and I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt that he is smarter than google! I'm so thankful for doctors and modern medicine. I was wreck thinking about all of the different possibilities and scary scenarios. We did a lot of praying for my sweet girl. Ella and Sadie are so precious to me and give me such joy.
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Ella's daddy is her superhero. He takes such good care of her and is so protective. I love him so much. He's definitely the strong one.</div>
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After she got her spirits back, she and I went to get pedicures. It was her first real pedicure. She was so cute. She leaned over when they were scrubbing her feet and whispered to me "they are doing all the mommy stuff this time!"
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</div>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-89789715394746585952012-04-25T13:28:00.001-05:002012-04-25T14:00:10.318-05:00I keep feeling like I'm living in someone else's house. I just can't seem to get unpacked. Last week, I made TONS of progress. And then we started seeing a bunch of spiders and a few roaches and even a mouse (that ella asked if we could keep as a pet). The house was vacant for two years, so I guess we started stirring up all the creatures. So I called the exterminator and he told me I needed to empty out ALL of the cabinets....Um, I'm guessing he didn't realize that I had just finished putting everything IN the cabinets literally the day before!! I could kick myself for not having him come out when we first bought the house and it was empty. But I've almost got everything put back in the cabinets. I just wish I could get to the point where I could hang up pictures of my beautiful children and husband......necessities first I guess. We don't have nearly enough furniture (or funds) so we're making do. I think once I get some of the more personal things unpacked and put up, it will feel more like home. But for now we can sleep, shower, get dressed, cook dinner, and watch TV. Survival mode! :) But we love the new house and we're (slowly) making it home. <br />
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Pol nailish - :) Nail polish. She also still calls her forehead her headboard. <3<br />
Swirlnado - She likes to call tornados swirlnados because they can "swirl you up".<br />
She loves loves loves to help me clean. Give that girl a bleach wipe and she's good to go!<br />
She is dropping her nap. She hardly ever naps anymore, but she's to the point now where she is a great helper and I enjoy the couple of hours the two of us get while Sadie's napping.<br />
Caillou is still her favorite show. (Although she has just recently decided she likes Good Luck Charlie...makes me a little sad since it isn't a cartoon)<br />
The Chronicles of Narnia (all three) are her favorite movies. <br />
She's sort of excited about soccer, but she'd rather take ballet.<br />
She also looooooves superheroes. Batman is her favorite.<br />
Ella is starting to come out of her shell. She is much friendlier to people she doesn't know. Instead of giving them some strange "i don't trust you and don't even think about it" look, she'll smile and wave or say hi.<br />
She is also an AMAZING big sister. She loves Sadie so much.<br />
Ella cannot wait to go to kindergarten because then she won't have to take a nap. I, on the other hand, am nowhere near ready for kindergarten.<br />
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Sadiebug:<br />
You-mah-me: You're mad at me. She says this a lot when she has to go to time-out. But she's also smirking when she says it....that girl is something else. "No Sadie, I am not mad at you but you cannot climb up on the table and attempt to juggle knives"..... haha, i'm sure she'd try if she could only reach them!<br />
Sadie LOVES to do anything she isn't supposed to.<br />
She is also the funnest, most lovable kid when she wakes up. She is usually up before 6AM and she is such the morning person. She is fully-rested and in the best mood.<br />
She loves her "mankie" (blankie) and teddy. We hardly go anywhere without them.<br />
Sadie loves her paci too. We were way more concerned with not letting Ella have her paci if she wasn't sleeping when she was that age. Now, whatever keeps Sadie from throwing a wall-eyed fit! We love the paci. :)<br />
Sadie's favorite show is also Caillou, which makes things easy since they both like the same show.<br />
Sadie loves her big sister. She watches and studies everything Ella does. She is figuring out the world from her big sister's example.<br />
She will also talk to anybody. She loves chatting it up with strangers...anybody who will listen.<br />
Sadie loves school. Loves, loves, loves school.<br />
We still can't go out to eat.<br />
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These girls are my heart. I am constantly coming up with new ideas and better techniques from all the blogs and articles I read. I think I'm slowly getting the hang of this! :)<br />
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I want to share a conversation with my sweet girl from yesterday. I never want to forget this moment in time. We were eating a quick dinner at Subway before going to church for our Maunday Thursday service. Josh went to change Sadie's diaper, so it was just Ella and me sitting at the table.<br /><br />Ella: Mom, did Opa die?<br />Me: Yes, a long time ago. When I was just a little girl.<br />Ella: How did you know he died? Did you go see his body?<br />Me: Yes<br />Ella: Like we went to go see Nanny's body?<br />Me: Yes, just like that.<br />Ella: I miss Nanny. I wish we could see her today.<br />Me: I know baby. Sometimes we miss the people that are in heaven. And it's okay to miss them.<br />Ella: But she was a grandma. Grandmas don't die.<br />Me: They do. Everybody has to die one day.<br /><em>*At this point I see these big tears starting to well up in her eyes as she's come across some sort of awful realization.</em><br />Ella: Mom, does that mean you're going to die?<br />Me: One day baby, but not for a long time.<br />Ella: When you're a grandma?<br />Me: Yes, baby when I'm a grandma.<br />Ella: I don't ever want to grow up.<br />Me: Why don't you want to grow up?<br />Ella: Well, I want to grow up to be a big kiddo like Alley and Cane, but I don't want to grow up to be a parent.<br /><em>*She starts getting really concerned again.</em><br />Ella: But if everybody else grows up and I don't, I will be all alone.<br /><em>*By now, I'm crying. Thinking in my head...no, racking my brain on how to make this better. How do I keep my sweet girl from thinking everyone she loves is going to die and leave her here by herself.</em><br />Me: Well, Ella one day we all get to live in Heaven together. We're all going to die here on Earth, but we get to go to Heaven.<br />Ella: So you mean we'll be <em>alive</em> in Heaven?<br />Me: Yes.<br />Ella: Ohhhhh, I get it now!<br />Then she looks up to the ceiling and I hear her quietly say:"God, I think I do want to grow up to be a parent. But I still don't want a baby."<br />She looks over at me and says "I just told God that I did want to be a parent, but no baby" as if I didn't hear her a moment ago say it already. But to her, she was speaking to God, not me. So she had to turn and tell me too.<br />And I just smile through the tears streaming down my face. One of my biggest fears is losing one of my children and I hate having these conversations about death with her. Because even the <em>thought</em> of her dying is too painful for me to deal with. But through this little conversation with my daughter, I was able to also come to a slightly closer understanding that God is going to take care of us.<br /><br />Josh comes back from what seems like an excruciatingly long absense to find Ella bubbling and bouncy again while I'm wiping tears from my eyes and he's trying to figure out what happened while he was gone. </div><div>Once I had regained my composure and we were driving to church I was able to turn around and explain to her in very real terms how amazing it was that this very weekend almost 2000 years ago Jesus died on the cross JUST so that we could all go to Heaven and be together again with Him. Had he not died on the cross for us, we would not be alive together in Heaven. Very cool.<br /><br />*Side note: Ella does not want to have babies. After Sadie was born, she was asking me lots of questions and I told her that you have to get a shot when you have a baby. So she decided that she no longer wants any part in being a Mommy. So, then I told her that she doesn't <em>have </em>to get a shot, but she's no fool. She said that having a baby hurts too. So she asked me how to make sure she doesn't have a baby. I told her that she just needs to tell God that she doesn't want to have any babies since I'm at a loss for words to a then 3 year old who wants to make sure that never happens! Every once in a while, I will hear her whisper out to God when she thinks I'm not paying attention: "God, I don't want a baby" just as a reminder to Him. :) I still hope she changes her mind one day.</div><div><div> </div><div>And here's a quick snap of my Sadiebug. She was mad at me for taking a picture. This seems to be the picture I get out of her most of the time these days. This or one of her flailing around on the ground in mid-fit. :)</div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 239px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728362879566931426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORBc1lxMQ_r5Q814N5cH-PyjNswKElWkM6EqUCxTUYBkQ3TcT9cWLa-Vwjcrv89aew-_xdcBh9Bb_mEQqnxG7VgkWB5bUn8skt4_IHK10WIA8HYF22nFVVAxB5aqhqR3OJFQG8R2cmHY/s320/SadieMad.JPG" /></div>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-36943584876486260932012-02-29T22:34:00.004-06:002012-04-25T14:01:56.650-05:00StoriesWhen I was little, my dad was out of town traveling a lot. He was a truck driver, so he spent a lot of time gone. But when he was home, he was home. My dad is a master storyteller. He used to always tell me stories about two raccoons named George and Willy. They were always getting into some kind of trouble. I remember one time George got his tail bitten off by an alligator. As soon as the story was over I would beg for another one. My dad had this way of making you hang off of every word. The stories would just suck you in. So since we have had the opportunity to live here while we're waiting for our new house, my girls have gotten to experience story time with my dad. Although his stories now are about Princess Ella and Super Sadie and they are good. My dad has not lost his abilities in the past 25 years. Here are some fun pictures lately. We have been having fun out here in the sticks. :)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HtWE8L6_qqgBx6lmqEuDiSZRU7IAo2CjL_rl7lyyQRwcdRImU79wzESjLPhuCFP_-IjFloMU0l7NNmiopxbhDMrMVX9hb1MsaFrK1zv4MaiaHpEsBNGDJbZnrT_X110pA7aUkLHJEes/s640/blogger-image-1643188617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HtWE8L6_qqgBx6lmqEuDiSZRU7IAo2CjL_rl7lyyQRwcdRImU79wzESjLPhuCFP_-IjFloMU0l7NNmiopxbhDMrMVX9hb1MsaFrK1zv4MaiaHpEsBNGDJbZnrT_X110pA7aUkLHJEes/s640/blogger-image-1643188617.jpg" /></a>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-5279089611392842842012-02-29T22:23:00.001-06:002012-02-29T22:23:56.848-06:00UprootedSo we finally sold our house! We closed on February 10 and have been living at my parents' house ever since. It is such a relief to not worry about mopping, dusting, picking up every tiny thing every day. It was a whirlwind of a move. We found out on Monday that we had to be out by Thursday, and we got it all put in a storage building, just the two of us. Josh and I are a pretty awesome team. :) we had quite a few repairs to make and we got it all done. But I will say that I have been feeling a little uprooted lately. It's hard to be in a place where nothing is yours and I know my mom doesn't care and is so happy to have us here, but I constantly worry about making sure we aren't in the way. We are very excited to move into our new house, which we just got cleared to close yesterday! Yeah! So we close march 9th-ish and will have a few things to fix before we can move in but it will be fun. The house is an older house and it's kind of like a blank slate for us to get to work with. I'm talking kitchen remodel, bathroom remodels, new floors, paint, all sorts of fun projects. If only our bank account could keep up! The girls are so excited about the new house. We started to get cold feet about the house so we went and looked at a second house that had been updated and didn't need repairs and the minute Ella walked in, she told us she didn't like the house. We didn't care for it much either. It was a great house, but it just didn't feel like it could be home. So our awesome realtor (Aunt Denise) took us back to the first house and we all knew it was the one for us, even ella. So here we are. I am so excited about our new adventure with my three favorite people. Life is pretty sweet.paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-22862820692720509052012-01-09T09:14:00.007-06:002012-01-09T09:32:00.184-06:00Big Girl Sadie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqfG3XHYtctKsASWrCRKPSTtbEe00wJzrANiPmO4krNvq4_Q0WaVTRMutlmF1KLGoxIne4YDKmSFrthTHblBr5FecqvAYzJgTDIVABz-0YBUnWn3CKZy0OZubi6t4vhpsDAfoU-35wt0/s1600/sadie+princess.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695655370614305154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqfG3XHYtctKsASWrCRKPSTtbEe00wJzrANiPmO4krNvq4_Q0WaVTRMutlmF1KLGoxIne4YDKmSFrthTHblBr5FecqvAYzJgTDIVABz-0YBUnWn3CKZy0OZubi6t4vhpsDAfoU-35wt0/s320/sadie+princess.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXXRqix0so5RFjQR9v6p6vagJFXz1dBMIgSO4Zsz6vj-qDsKoQxhvGSf_Vzizw5_-dhQd5BbVQLFOBd-zipPHd3SDX0nH5L1SSLQIC9N01S_AG3HXHPmMVk4sa0QecumCXDZdrq9m47o/s1600/sadie+phone.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695655369401241874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAXXRqix0so5RFjQR9v6p6vagJFXz1dBMIgSO4Zsz6vj-qDsKoQxhvGSf_Vzizw5_-dhQd5BbVQLFOBd-zipPHd3SDX0nH5L1SSLQIC9N01S_AG3HXHPmMVk4sa0QecumCXDZdrq9m47o/s320/sadie+phone.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sadie is steadily growing up. It's crazy. I feel like she grew up so fast before I even realized it was happening. It seemed like between 0 and 20 months with Ella, it was slow and almost leisurely (although I wouldn't have said that at the time...hindsight is 20/20). I realized last night that I was already 8 weeks pregnant with Sadie when Ella was 20 months old. We haven't really even thought about having our third child yet, but back when she was born we wanted to time it the same. I guess time just snuck by without us even noticing.<br /><br />Sadie started preschool last Wednesday. She did amazing. She cried for just a moment, then went to her teacher (Miss Kim, who was also Ella's first teacher) and then stopped crying. I took Ella to her classroom and by the time I walked back by Sadie's room, she was intently playing with a Mr. Potato Head. I thought Friday was going to be brutal now that she knew just how long she would be a school that day. Nope. She didn't even cry a little bit. She stuck out her bottom lip, but never cried. Today, Josh said that she put on her backpack and held Ella's hand as they walked to class and she went right in. It's amazing. I am so thankful that this has been such a smooth transition. And so far, she hasn't come home with any awful illnesses. Maybe being at PCCare her entire life has built up some immunities.<br /><br />And in other big girl news, last Wednesday after Sadie's first day of school we put her on the trundle bed in Ella's room and she has done marvelously at sleeping in a big girl bed. We can hear Ella and her giggling and talking to each other as they fall asleep. She gets up a few times every night, but she'll walk into my room saying "Mommy" and I'll walk her right back to her bed and she goes back to sleep. I haven't had to stay up with her at all. And the best part??? Josh and I FINALLY have our own room back! We don't have to go downstairs in the middle of the night to use the restroom and we can brush our teeth in our own bathroom at night instead of in the guest bathroom. We can take showers in our own shower without waking up the baby...the list goes on and on. It's awesome.<br /><br />So maybe we'll enjoy this new found freedom before we start thinking baby number three. Although 30 is steadily creeping up on me.........</div></div>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-20325681734306149112011-12-12T23:24:00.008-06:002011-12-13T00:00:24.232-06:00I've been doing my best to get in shape for the Tough Mudder next month....So far, I've lost 15 pounds and can run 7.34 miles straight! And I've only fallen in a hole once and gotten bit by one dog in the process. I'm going to assume that everyone else falls in a couple holes and gets bit by a few dogs....right?<br /><br />T minus 47 days until the Tough Mudder.paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-30202241956767104082011-11-08T07:52:00.007-06:002011-11-08T08:16:13.721-06:00Mud Running<div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672626788061905650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_jPcGqPtSpvrxs1XVNrASZPMSFtBKrGMaX-M5-HKPfWiHndsg7H1mxFqevI2jCukLUBeFNceVMYUQ5L5QZcu61HmqKdL85ua4ZUbT1e_LRVhMwEjqldlNxO9wS9XDtBgsxAHBnkMH5g/s320/012.JPG" />After our very first mud run.<br /><div align="left">Over the past year, Josh and I picked up a new hobby. We did our very first <a href="http://www.theoriginalmudrun.com/">Mud Run </a>last October and just finished our fourth one. Each time we (and I mean I) do better and better. Josh is the best running partner. He is in terrific shape and during his time in the Army, he did a lot of running and he's fast. But every time we run, he makes sure to stay with me at my pace and he gently pushes me to do better. He never gets frustrated or upset with me that I'm quite a bit slower than he is. I feel like he is just as proud of me as I am when I finish. So, after this last one we decided to try something a little more difficult. So we signed up for the <a href="http://toughmudder.com/">Tough Mudder</a>. I am starting to regret that decision! I've been running and trying to get to where I can at least run the length of the course...it's about 12 miles. And to elaborate, there are obstacles such as jumping across haybales, running through fire, and the ending obstacle is called electroshock therapy, where you run through a field of hanging live wires that will shock you. Yes, I feel as if I may have made a mistake. :) So far, my furthest run to date is 5.61 miles and that was on Sunday. The hard part for me is that my pace is about a 10 minute mile, so running takes a while for me and now that daylight savings is gone, I tend to run out of daylight before I can even get started. But my goals for the Mud Runs were to not walk the course at all, which I've been able to accomplish. So I'm hoping that I won't have to walk on the Tough Mudder, but I'm not even close to 12 miles yet. I'm going to keep pushing and hopefully by January I'll be able to run 10 miles. That's my goal. </div></div>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-55054763928358057232011-11-01T07:57:00.008-05:002011-11-01T08:18:42.752-05:00I love the holidays!<p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9XJhhw7cnHNd65X-glHCKGKxoMQIdTk7oyX2wuho40joPFliygZbt99ObHvIUiDT7La9m69Np45vyXvFTQbdF7wcxBGpqfUzdziatOzV6XTKt5ZcIqj_tZNkd0nImEH409LzIotXjnc/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="width: 239px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670012896290221074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9XJhhw7cnHNd65X-glHCKGKxoMQIdTk7oyX2wuho40joPFliygZbt99ObHvIUiDT7La9m69Np45vyXvFTQbdF7wcxBGpqfUzdziatOzV6XTKt5ZcIqj_tZNkd0nImEH409LzIotXjnc/s320/028.JPG" /></a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9XJhhw7cnHNd65X-glHCKGKxoMQIdTk7oyX2wuho40joPFliygZbt99ObHvIUiDT7La9m69Np45vyXvFTQbdF7wcxBGpqfUzdziatOzV6XTKt5ZcIqj_tZNkd0nImEH409LzIotXjnc/s1600/028.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p><div><br />And here it all starts again. Halloween kicks off my very favorite part of the year. And I'm already excited about Black Friday!!! Halloween was such a success this year. The girls had some pretty cute costumes that other people handmade for me since I am not very good at that sort of thing.... :) Ella was Little Red Riding Hood and Sadie was The Big Bad Wolf. Being that Sadie has grown up pulling hair and biting her sister, I felt that the roles were very fitting! Sadie and I went to Ella's Halloween party yesterday morning at school and we had such a fun time. Sadie wanted so bad to be a big kid like the rest of them. She got to eat cookies with the big kids, play games, and sit in the circle with them. </div><div> </div><div>Here are the kids praying over their snack. 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Ella was supposed to have the job of scooping out the seeds, but she was too grossed out! </div><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjducAPM5O6hJEL4nE_r9VERBLMXww_J7ExEzF1joaPXtYHpl4NeLTSY_-YM1kHuWzHkUAPE_uVRXXOMhQZjhTa4NvnAzsaligCSuVu-KiTWg-DQuNivtIQn7MR_4z_kleDm3t04vdzEW4/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 239px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670012879628967490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjducAPM5O6hJEL4nE_r9VERBLMXww_J7ExEzF1joaPXtYHpl4NeLTSY_-YM1kHuWzHkUAPE_uVRXXOMhQZjhTa4NvnAzsaligCSuVu-KiTWg-DQuNivtIQn7MR_4z_kleDm3t04vdzEW4/s320/014.JPG" /></a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjducAPM5O6hJEL4nE_r9VERBLMXww_J7ExEzF1joaPXtYHpl4NeLTSY_-YM1kHuWzHkUAPE_uVRXXOMhQZjhTa4NvnAzsaligCSuVu-KiTWg-DQuNivtIQn7MR_4z_kleDm3t04vdzEW4/s1600/014.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p><div> </div><div>And we ended the night with a little trick or treating. It was so much fun. Ella would show Sadie where to go and would walk her up to the people handing out candy. And if someone looked a little scary, she'd make sure Sadie was ok. Although I think that was more for her own comfort :) And Sadie told every single person that gave her candy "Tay-tu Mama". It was the cutest ever.</div><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ylg4aLr_uW2MosbMQVelxwxbklwjhquO91tOwnbkCJFGg51AaSDQ2ZeQdeLV4SgsU5t0wjLeLSy8eV3kU2htfxYpCrNlk1f2exzQRGrLgPb3Q22mlXdoDEb2BBzoxtoNr-DdU5q5VzM/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="width: 320px; height: 239px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670012875239507442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ylg4aLr_uW2MosbMQVelxwxbklwjhquO91tOwnbkCJFGg51AaSDQ2ZeQdeLV4SgsU5t0wjLeLSy8eV3kU2htfxYpCrNlk1f2exzQRGrLgPb3Q22mlXdoDEb2BBzoxtoNr-DdU5q5VzM/s320/065.JPG" /></a></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Ylg4aLr_uW2MosbMQVelxwxbklwjhquO91tOwnbkCJFGg51AaSDQ2ZeQdeLV4SgsU5t0wjLeLSy8eV3kU2htfxYpCrNlk1f2exzQRGrLgPb3Q22mlXdoDEb2BBzoxtoNr-DdU5q5VzM/s1600/065.JPG"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-38140450054020113902011-10-04T18:11:00.011-05:002011-10-10T08:42:52.447-05:00Sadiebug's 1st Birthday!Okay, so I realize it's been over 4 months since her birthday but I'm just now getting around to this post. So, let's start with the food (because that's my favorite part).<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMx5LE8iKeaxUnTfvckI84P73-ATEz6oGN8tbN-6bbaRUlQIhwoxUv-ckmW5oYczJ1jMRKPlpY8VdH6tf2xWxSQcnRcb7Esgt3yjL6t8WvEXt_ty1wgLXC38DjcOT1E3GFrAIYeS0QcHY/s1600/DSC02142.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659780203993101602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMx5LE8iKeaxUnTfvckI84P73-ATEz6oGN8tbN-6bbaRUlQIhwoxUv-ckmW5oYczJ1jMRKPlpY8VdH6tf2xWxSQcnRcb7Esgt3yjL6t8WvEXt_ty1wgLXC38DjcOT1E3GFrAIYeS0QcHY/s320/DSC02142.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p>The party favors (strawberry jar cake with homemade buttercream frosting)<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2dwW6dQmujBiYFtTx-CLHOzlH3Fo8in2qxzPfaZ0GMhBmmvt4LBe39GCp5WlSe3yLTUsU_j4GLHyd5hyphenhyphen3CnUwzMra_aTT6CnRiqgf8k9HtylFpDKnqEDvZkNa6KAUKdQd7mTDo7DFGg/s1600/DSC02140.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659780200289036450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2dwW6dQmujBiYFtTx-CLHOzlH3Fo8in2qxzPfaZ0GMhBmmvt4LBe39GCp5WlSe3yLTUsU_j4GLHyd5hyphenhyphen3CnUwzMra_aTT6CnRiqgf8k9HtylFpDKnqEDvZkNa6KAUKdQd7mTDo7DFGg/s320/DSC02140.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="left"><br />And now for the cake (as promised). Completely homemade from scratch and my first attempt at a cake. I found these really neat food color pens that the guests used to sign her cake.<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVmHy5pc6l95yzaV-IdNyuO4GwjdP6PnGTOpEjTPO1174OZciy7TcPzJ1XU5ALylZd73RvdV9Y2-feCxfiS1KQkmSCAc6DD7PtWio6q7zVk2IGDkcbwU60XAKA4F6ZAmwGUqd3jwQypE/s1600/DSC02141.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659780181499769554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVmHy5pc6l95yzaV-IdNyuO4GwjdP6PnGTOpEjTPO1174OZciy7TcPzJ1XU5ALylZd73RvdV9Y2-feCxfiS1KQkmSCAc6DD7PtWio6q7zVk2IGDkcbwU60XAKA4F6ZAmwGUqd3jwQypE/s320/DSC02141.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEB8ZY88wLqWhQDBvjN7RZV1S6r0CAj9f6wTx_XQ1w7g4R6kMI3DL4rY8s_ypqI26IQfjuqr6GSgz2xYCMVAoAE2ync_B23-Yn0BcuAkeXJkCIBkEKwT0dCCZcI2FNZXhTk8W4aOXmlA/s1600/DSC02146.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659780190927013522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEB8ZY88wLqWhQDBvjN7RZV1S6r0CAj9f6wTx_XQ1w7g4R6kMI3DL4rY8s_ypqI26IQfjuqr6GSgz2xYCMVAoAE2ync_B23-Yn0BcuAkeXJkCIBkEKwT0dCCZcI2FNZXhTk8W4aOXmlA/s320/DSC02146.JPG" /></a></p><br />And apparently, if you use gel food coloring instead of the regular kind, the colors are much brighter!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQID-1WDMK1gyGm3IXPNa0i2-z8bEN21nY2Ebe5Hiia_qLq03MDDfjnocBrqhrQlEmovzl0JK7MNnBjceRDVomDGiot7xpALV_l0TaH7n44UJCe6crygdX_8wXtZwXrSCb-xdGHnpmlAY/s1600/DSC02163.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659780192199898802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQID-1WDMK1gyGm3IXPNa0i2-z8bEN21nY2Ebe5Hiia_qLq03MDDfjnocBrqhrQlEmovzl0JK7MNnBjceRDVomDGiot7xpALV_l0TaH7n44UJCe6crygdX_8wXtZwXrSCb-xdGHnpmlAY/s320/DSC02163.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="left">There were some imperfections in the cake, but all in all it was a success and an accomplishment for me since I don't even own a mixer. Luckily my mom let me borrow hers.<br /></p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="left"><br />And now for the party! It was a berry-themed party since that is her favorite food of all time.</p><br /><p align="left">this was the best present and still saves my life most days. the girls love to "cook" for me.</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptfxpNtWVzTjdXtLog4kosSFDjsgDJLGOWDgbIqIXp7v5QY3RK45HofzEL-x_P6sJKfEC7vwXzRC1ObZ9esRnSZe4wL-yI-6alkf8E_NUiAcyCJiLbYp-D_ieiTMUWih9sqZSrTv9Ibc/s1600/DSC02186.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659783196404432210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptfxpNtWVzTjdXtLog4kosSFDjsgDJLGOWDgbIqIXp7v5QY3RK45HofzEL-x_P6sJKfEC7vwXzRC1ObZ9esRnSZe4wL-yI-6alkf8E_NUiAcyCJiLbYp-D_ieiTMUWih9sqZSrTv9Ibc/s320/DSC02186.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkeZezDph1PjyZqeTbfjZMR5LOXzu2KjvJ16l7-HZqxaIh1XiOILg5aiKTcs8DRHqnxccXTmr_fYSkxhN8v7Z8YVt860cG7GQ3Gc8TwNjmSanHVjCW2UxWRLDc_jUufQk7LoLCXNWWhc/s1600/DSC02165.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659783187989594466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkeZezDph1PjyZqeTbfjZMR5LOXzu2KjvJ16l7-HZqxaIh1XiOILg5aiKTcs8DRHqnxccXTmr_fYSkxhN8v7Z8YVt860cG7GQ3Gc8TwNjmSanHVjCW2UxWRLDc_jUufQk7LoLCXNWWhc/s320/DSC02165.JPG" /></a></p><br /><div align="center">thanks to noelle for the super cute birthday outfit :)</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtDOVO_R_rUhXQKVl9glJQ6XDzJ3ssanMxM8nENPS78RvwACNBi_V0y7MKI8fXEWpth_zfnWmN2HQ0b0I7UvDlD8LGbvgxob_xy2LzZQw_R1OHKv6t3r1a6P6aKQkkaz2Yi0Jmm2pgMY/s1600/DSC02158.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659783185210066178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtDOVO_R_rUhXQKVl9glJQ6XDzJ3ssanMxM8nENPS78RvwACNBi_V0y7MKI8fXEWpth_zfnWmN2HQ0b0I7UvDlD8LGbvgxob_xy2LzZQw_R1OHKv6t3r1a6P6aKQkkaz2Yi0Jmm2pgMY/s320/DSC02158.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5imHRrIKhOSDgmpsbJRl7Cj46WSf7bv6k_Cydf0BF-gDWm8vANjFpHux7am3wfFTIlX-Caq57Tv7X4wOSRKsgmxfSwK8AiJSO-gZKCiDGDGI-dSW7UR_53dIVStWtRg4cls50-jnynRQ/s1600/DSC02166.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659783180709014802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5imHRrIKhOSDgmpsbJRl7Cj46WSf7bv6k_Cydf0BF-gDWm8vANjFpHux7am3wfFTIlX-Caq57Tv7X4wOSRKsgmxfSwK8AiJSO-gZKCiDGDGI-dSW7UR_53dIVStWtRg4cls50-jnynRQ/s320/DSC02166.JPG" /></a></p><br /><p align="left"><br />Sadiebug, I had so much fun celebrating your first birthday. I still can't believe that you're the same tiny, cuddly, little newborn who slept hours on hours in her swing. I love watching you figure out who you are and what you like. Your personality is all of it's own. You are such a mommy's girl, but when daddy is around you are mesmerized. I know just how you feel. :) You are so much fun and I love you with all of my heart. </p>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-69372209256094578042011-09-16T11:50:00.006-05:002011-09-16T12:14:29.067-05:00<div>
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Since Sadie was born, I never thought that having two kids was all that difficult. Maybe it's because they were spaced out perfectly in age or the fact that I didn't have any sort of hormonal issues after Sadie was born, or the fact that I was only home with both kids two days a week. The hardest part was the typical newborn stuff that you get with the first one anyway, so it's not so much of a culture shock the second time around. Sleep training is the devil. Either way, two kids <em>was</em> a piece of cake. The older Sadie gets, the more difficult things get. She is like a walking disaster. A small toddler-sized tornado ripping through every toybox, closet, and cabinet within reach. I don't ever remember Ella being so destructive. Yesterday was a wild day. As I was taking a shower, Sadie was in my bathroom drinking her bottle and as I'm trying to hurry through my shower, I see her take every tampon under my sink out and scatter them on the floor. Then she gets all of the extra hand soaps (apprently I stock up) and litters them throughout the bathroom and closet. Then she comes out of the closet holding several tank tops she took from out of my drawer. Finally I'm able to get out and stop the madness. So I'm getting dressed and then she comes walking in with the toilet brush in her hand. I am hoping, by this point, that she didn't put it in her mouth. So the morning goes on like this. I'm in the kitchen later and hear an "Uh-oh" come from Sadie in the living room. She spilled Ella's entire cup of water onto the rug. Then she's thrown every single toy out of the toybox, destroyed every puzzle (because she only likes to take them apart and not put them back together), pulled every book from the bookshelf, and dragged out all of my tupperware. So I scoop the kids up and we go to the grocery store. I linger for a while because I really don't want to go face the mess. We finally get back home and Sadie tells me she wants a "Mahnah-mahnah-mahnah" (banana)....</div>
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paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-66580716133519620342011-09-12T15:55:00.005-05:002011-09-12T16:17:05.534-05:00I'm not sure when it happened, but sometime recently Ella has decided she'd rather play with her friends. *GASP* But <em>I</em> was always her favorite playmate. It happens so fast, doesn't it? But I still have Tuesdays and Thursdays where it's just my girls and me and those days are the best days.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfXnvXZdVuatOaVuGPbHABqtHeeF26g24pf0S9mu2uJ6CjFqFeWKAoKG0mERXnDlI_r9sQiudXqIH75YBeMjMgobrIhIjvPWxR12Udj0nqhj0ItkCTRuVLw7HSM8jNE9wUZka4pa29d0/s1600/IMG_1239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651584350640079010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfXnvXZdVuatOaVuGPbHABqtHeeF26g24pf0S9mu2uJ6CjFqFeWKAoKG0mERXnDlI_r9sQiudXqIH75YBeMjMgobrIhIjvPWxR12Udj0nqhj0ItkCTRuVLw7HSM8jNE9wUZka4pa29d0/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlaYI0a-ZuefL94X6Dk2m1dqeWymv44JvKdZDcJDY4qthfyAGGalWEAcL49Q4Y1yE-CLPDPRdG5oKLvB3N-nVmXPp65WNcN8F7g4H2ROsKsNWVK2svPxNBdfrhP9XeRmPi7Beq2VshP0/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651584349276623906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlaYI0a-ZuefL94X6Dk2m1dqeWymv44JvKdZDcJDY4qthfyAGGalWEAcL49Q4Y1yE-CLPDPRdG5oKLvB3N-nVmXPp65WNcN8F7g4H2ROsKsNWVK2svPxNBdfrhP9XeRmPi7Beq2VshP0/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_uyuJ44aOIxjUevKxWaI-ZGgKL4_14sF577snVHLHrLvcLFFjbfsaYzPmO-LBhGtnKfT6fJvSeUItQWE-mhkYR77DdLtjoLM9a3lWIl44dZgQStDXC3DoR77qUZA4ogKSMthSSx5p5k/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651584342122162002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_uyuJ44aOIxjUevKxWaI-ZGgKL4_14sF577snVHLHrLvcLFFjbfsaYzPmO-LBhGtnKfT6fJvSeUItQWE-mhkYR77DdLtjoLM9a3lWIl44dZgQStDXC3DoR77qUZA4ogKSMthSSx5p5k/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651584334983418802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHpOOLM2vTtMhuQaC6n1yxSlCZEbm4wCc1STrKcTfGeDaiEvNvm0CkpYSQYUBR80pFVcpxWm6tms6t1EjXcWmOGFGxsd1cDuV-YAPUiznRKU9Pa3TrJLmXJ57mZD8kF_nSIQveBkdmYg/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l706a8wUJiG2CA1mgNfSp7dmoFg298BRS2EXb5IZCsfuP-iHhhfp0_7UmR-yR7whPosMaBIIrWQI6hoVoZJBwcg9pRTqagrM3-5tFroxIzQpY4-frVYXD5z2MF2xP_Q1ihVPlCo6_Gk/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651584341341099426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l706a8wUJiG2CA1mgNfSp7dmoFg298BRS2EXb5IZCsfuP-iHhhfp0_7UmR-yR7whPosMaBIIrWQI6hoVoZJBwcg9pRTqagrM3-5tFroxIzQpY4-frVYXD5z2MF2xP_Q1ihVPlCo6_Gk/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div>paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-41250281985546224702011-09-01T06:40:00.001-05:002011-09-01T06:40:56.297-05:00Just got an "I luh loo" from Sadiebug this morning. Such a sweet girl.<p>I luh loo too baby girl :)paigerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12353900901459850691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583518973393973116.post-72571429972577777172011-08-29T11:14:00.009-05:002011-08-29T13:33:03.115-05:00Life is like a herd of cats?A bit of a long update, but I guess that's what happens when I'm too busy/lazy to blog.
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<br />Life at our house is pretty crazy right now. The kids are so much fun, but incredibly busy. I still want to have more though :)
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<br /><div>Ella still LOVES gymnastics, but I recently discovered that Lake Jackson soccer starts at 4 years old. So Ella and I are both so excited about next spring. Sorry gymnastics, you were fun while you lasted.</div>
<br /><div>Ella just moved up to her new class at school. I've been anxious about her moving up for a while because she's had one teacher that moved up with her from the day she started, but this was as far as she could go. So Ella's on the other side of the school with the rest of the big kids and new teachers. But luckily, she's still got Spencer :) I love that Spencer loves Ella. AND, she comes home every day with a smiley face in her folder and praises from the teacher about how good she is in class. She makes me proud.</div>
<br /><div>Ella can write most of the letters in the alphabet. There's something about little kids' handwriting that is the sweetest thing. Getting notes from Ella is going to be my new favorite thing. </div>
<br /><div>Ella also loves to sing. She has an incredible ear for music. She knows most Justin Bieber (Justin Beaver, as she calls him) songs. She has an awesome memory. She picks things up so quickly and finds new and hilarious ways to try out new words. </div>
<br /><div>The other day, Ella was throwing a bit of a fit and she tells me "I am so terrible. And I'M SO DRAMATIC!!!" She thinks that the word terrible means something like frustrated. Josh and I will sometimes tell her that she's being a little bit dramatic, so that's where the second part comes from. So many times she'll say something and we have to stifle our laughter because either 1) we don't want to encourage what she just said or 2) we don't want her to feel like we're laughing at her when she's upset. But she constantly keeps us rolling.</div>
<br /><div>And I know I'm not alone here, but it's gotten to that point where I never know what's going to come out of her mouth. She's embarrassed me a few times, so now I've taught her to only ask me questions about someone after they've gone and she whispers to me. Am I teaching her to talk about people behind their backs? I'm ok with that because I'm really tired of the "Mommy, is that a boy or a girl" question. And the worst part is that sometimes, I don't know the answer either. Talk about being put on the spot. There are times where I'll see someone walking towards us and I have to distract her because I can already tell she's going to shout out some obvious difference in this person's appearance. I love it though. I love how observant she is and how much I get to teach her. Answering her questions is a pretty awesome task. Really, just delving into her little mind is a priviledge. I love the rawness of her outlook on life and her emotions. She definitely puts it all out there.</div>
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<br /><div>Sadie is hilarious. Absolutely crazy. She's starting to talk more. Her favorite words are puppy and daddy, so she walks around saying "Daddy Puppy!" a lot. She's also learning i love you and thank you. It's the sweetest ever.</div>
<br /><div>She also loves sitting on the potty. She walks up to me, pulls her shirt up, and yells "Potty!" so I can take her to go sit on it. Every once in a while, she'll accidentally pee and then she gets so excited. I'm wondering if this is a sign that potty training will be easier.</div>
<br /><div>She's also learning animal sounds and knows all of the parts of her face. </div>
<br /><div>Puppies are her favorite. Well, puppies and vacuums. </div>
<br /><div>She is doing much better at work. I've fenced her in and she plays really well at her table. She loves to color and she's definitely right-handed. I still don't know if Ella is left or right-handed. She uses both equally.
<br />Sadie is also extremely ornery. She is the funniest, sweetest, most independent kid I've ever met. But she has also got a pretty good mean streak in her. She hardly ever cries, only when she's really ticked off. She also pulls Ella's hair out all the time. Poor Ella. She deals with the abuse, but we'll all be glad when Sadie learns not to do that. </div>
<br /><div>The girls are the best of friends. They share everything. It is so sweet when Ella wakes up and comes downstairs. Sadie shrieks in excitement yelling "Ella! Ella! Ella!" whens she sees her. It makes my heart melt knowing that they love each other so much. </div>
<br /><div>I will say that lately, my life seems like I'm continually herding cats. And if you've ever tried to do that, you know how impossible it is except at dinner time. So right now, I'm just trying to keep up. I wonder what it will be like with three. I'll try not to focus on that or else I won't want to have another one. :)</div>
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<br /><div align="center">I'm cooking in the kitchen and I hear "Mommy, come look at us" and this is what I see... *sigh*</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Sweet, sweet Sadie </div>
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<br /><div align="center">Ella got her first haircut a while back. She did awesome! </div>
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<br /><div align="center">An extremely rare moment at my house. Ella sleeping on the couch. Sadie kept trying to stick toys in her mouth.....</div>
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