tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83547628453011956422024-03-05T14:09:41.420-05:00Heartmade HomeEricahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-81088540325908867552013-10-12T15:49:00.000-04:002013-10-12T15:49:26.577-04:00Reid is 4 months oldDear Reid,<br />
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I wondered when this would happen. I wondered when I'd get so busy in the day-to-day life of being momma to 2 boys that your "month day" would slip past me. It happened at month 4. Poor second child. </div>
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You are 4 months (and a week) old! I can't believe it, I love it, I am excited by it. You seriously change every day. You are no longer a tiny little newborn, and I'm so glad that I can say we survived that time! Every day with you gets a little bit easier and more fun. You are growing and changing and trying to become independent and doing everything you can to keep up with your big brother. </div>
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When once you would scream and cry and fuss if you weren't being held, now you give great big grins when we put you in your exersaucer. You used to demand our attention constantly, but now you can entertain yourself with your toys for decent stretches of time. You used to hate being placed on your tummy, but now you lift yourself up and look around and reach for things. You roll over like a pro, scoot backwards, and attempt to rock on your hands and knees. </div>
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I've heard that second babies grow too fast, and I wholeheartedly agree! Watching Cohen makes you want to do the things he does. You no longer lie back in your swing-- you pull yourself into a sitting position. You may be close to sitting up on your own. You like to play with your brother's toys, too, and show little attention to your baby toys. You fight naps when Cohen is awake too-- you don't want to miss any of the action!<br />
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An exciting milestone this week is your first experiences with food. You are still exclusively breastfed (we are rockstars!), and I wanted to keep you on only milk until you turned 6 months old. But you had other plans. You have started grabbing food from our plates and out of my hands while we ate, so I figured you were trying to tell us something. We put you in your high chair, and I gave you a stick of toast, and you knew exactly what to do with it: you grabbed it and put it straight to your mouth! We are doing baby led weaning with you, which means you will real food with your family instead of purées from a jar. The rule is simple: we put soft, healthy foods on your tray, and if you can get it in your mouth, you can have it. So far, you've had a taste of canteloupe (too slippery!) and toast. In the coming weeks, I plan to introduce avacado and steamed green beans. You only get licks and tastes right now- most food will end up on your body or on the floor, and that's perfectly fine: for the first year of your life, food is just for fun anyway! And kid, I know we're going to have lots of fun. </div>
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You had a doctor appointment last week. You weighed a few ounces shy of 17 pounds (75th percentile) and were 25 inches long (25th percentile). Basically what that means is you are short and stout! You are just adorable with your rolls on rolls on rolls. Your fat little thighs are to die for. I love to massage them, and you love that too! You are wearing some 3-6 month clothing but mostly 6 month clothes. You've got a little room to grow before we move you to the next size. </div>
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Your smile! You flash it often, and it's so beautiful. You love when people talk to you, and your whole body smiles. You laugh for your brother only, but I can get some giggles out of you if I'm acting particularly silly. You are super ticklish and giggle through tickles on your sides and neck. </div>
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You are still sleeping with me at night. We typically go to bed at 8, and you sleep hard until about 2. After that, you're up every hour. You snuggle me so sweetly when you sleep: there's always a had on my chest and a leg hiked up on my stomach. I treasure nighttime with you. </div>
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I don't know how we ever did life without you in it. You so perfectly complete our family. Every morning is so sweet because I wake up to you, and every night is precious because I kiss your head before I close my eyes. You've made me a much more laid back mom, and you turned Cohen into the best big brother I could ever imagine. We love you, little boy, more than you'll ever know.</div>
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Chicken enchiladas (a freezer dinner from a friend)</div>
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After we read the Bible on Tuesday, we created the Day 4 page for our Creation Book. I cut out a yellow circle, and we discussed its shape and color, and then I let him glue it to the paper. Afterwards, I asked him to draw yellow lines around the sun. We did the same for the moon, and then I gave him a bottle of silver glitter glue and let him put dots on the paper for stars. I discovered on this day that Cohen loves to use glitter glue. </div>
Wednesday, we got the glitter glue out again and made another sun and moon. This craft was originally supposed to become a mobile, but we were just a little too squirmy to see it through :)<br />
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We learned about the letter C this week. Cohen's favorite activity was creating this letter animal for our alphabet book. My goal for learning the alphabet this year has always been to just have him be able to identify each letter when he sees them. So far, he's doing well with that. I am also teaching him the sounds that each letter makes, but that's hit and miss. He gets that letters make sounds, but he's not quite matching them up yet. I hear a lot of <i>ah ah ah caterpillar. </i><br />
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Our color of the week was yellow, which is a color that Cohen sometimes has trouble with. He confuses it with orange, which I can totally understand. So we spent a little extra time looking at and learning about yellow. We went on a color hunt around the playroom, and Cohen flashed his flashlight on anything in the room he saw that was yellow. He loves this game and will go on color hunts on his own throughout the day.<br />
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The shape of the week was circle. We took some time on Tuesday to learn about how to shape circles by playing with Play Doh. We rolled out the Play Doh and then shaped them into lines, circles, the letter B and the letter C. He had a lot of fun with this project, but it was a challenge for him.</div>
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<br />Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-37677094385565712552013-09-09T12:02:00.000-04:002013-09-09T12:02:42.681-04:00Menu Plan, Week 18I'm not going to lie: it's been a ton of fun to pick up where I left off on Menu Planning. My last menu post was May 13. I was ridiculously pregnant and so ready to be un-pregnant (yet little did I know I would still be huge and miserable for another 16 days!). I had a freezer loaded with prepared, healthy meals, and I was just itching to be comfortable again.<br />
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Today, 3 months later, I am 25 pounds lighter with a rolly polly napping in the swing next to me. I am learning how to live on a few hours of interrupted sleep a day, how to not pull my hair out on the hard days of being a stay-at-home-mom of 2, and how to just live gracefully. We have devoured nearly all of our prepared meals -- they served us very well. Looking back, we've eaten less junk and fast food in this year of intentional meal planning and <i>eat-whats-in-the-freezer</i> than we have since I've been in charge of providing meals for myself and other humans (sooo, almost 8 years). It's been nice.<br />
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Now that things are returning to normal and I'm finding myself in the kitchen more and more, I'm going to start up the Menu Planning posts again. I enjoy sharing recipes that my family enjoys, and I really enjoy using these posts as a reminder of what we really liked/didn't care for when I plan for a new week. I've found this little series has helped me stay out of a cooking rut. I think one change I am going to make is post what we've <i>already eaten </i>instead of what we're <i>about to eat </i>for the week. That way, I can provide commentary on the recipes and maybe even pictures of my particularly pretty meals. I like pretty pictures.<br />
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Easy and delicious <a href="http://mylovelylittlelunchbox.com/2013/07/09/tuna-cakes/" target="_blank">Tuna Cakes</a></div>
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Eggplant Parmesan over leftover vegetable pasta</div>
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Ceasar Chicken Sandwiches</div>
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Kitchen's closed! Weekend at my parents' house.</div>
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<br />Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-77618412333282154502013-09-03T09:54:00.003-04:002013-09-03T09:54:59.546-04:00Reid is 3 Months Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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You are 3 months old, little boy! 3 months: no longer considered a newborn. No longer a tiny, helpless, squirmy, squeaky baby. All that's been replaced by a chunky, sweet, rolly-polly little boy who lights up the room with his smile and who can melt any heart with those big blue eyes.</div>
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This month with you in our lives has been so much easier. You are easing out of the newborn stage and are just more content with life in general. You certainly know exactly what you want, and you have your own likes and dislikes. And, for the most part, as long as we give you what you want, you are a happy little guy. You are a total Momma's boy. There's nowhere you'd rather be all day every day than snuggled up to me. And I love that. You do not like to be put down or left on your own, and you are quick to loudly let us know. You hate your carseat with a fiery passion, and you scream the entire time you're strapped in. You love when I wear you on my body in a baby sling and fuss whenever I take you out.<br />
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I've been a lot more relaxed as your momma than I was when Cohen was a baby. I've learned there are no set rules, and I'm not a stickler about most things. You are a go-with-the-flow baby, napping when you can, always on the go (you have to be when you've got a big brother!). We don't have set naptimes or set feeding times: you pretty much just fuss when you need something and we figure it out from there. You typically wake up around 7 or 8 AM, and that's when we start our day. By 9, you're asleep in your swing for a few hours before you wake up starving. You go down for a nap in the Big Bed with me between 1 and 2, and we typically don't wake up until 4 or 5. And then you're ready for bed around 8:30PM. And when you're ready? Oh, you're ready, and you let us know.<br />
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You still sleep with me in the Big Bed. You snuggle right up to my side and nurse off and on all night long. We are slowly starting to work on getting you to sleep in your own crib, but I'm afraid that's going to be a long road. The other day, I tried getting you to nap in your crib. It took you a while to fall asleep, and once you fell asleep, you were up and screaming for me 10 minutes later. It's OK if you're not ready to sleep on your own just yet: I'm not ready yet either.<br />
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You are still exclusively breastfeeding, and that's working very well for us. You nurse every 2 hours on the dot, but now it really only takes you about 5 minutes to eat before you're done and ready to move on to something else. You love your milk, and it seems to really be agreeing with you: you have grown by leaps and bounds this month! You started the month at 13 pounds, but I'm guessing you are closer to 16 pounds now. You are my chunky monkey, and I adore all of your chub. You have the most delicious little rolls all over your body! You fit well in 3 month clothing, but I am guessing you'll be in 6 month clothing by the time you're 4 months old. You are in size 2 diapers, and I couldn't tell you what size shoe since you've never worn shoes a day in your life.</div>
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You are freely giving smiles now, and Daddy got you to laugh one time. You have become such a happy boy this month! When you smile, you smile with your whole body and your eyes sparkle and your dimples pop out. Pretty adorable. You have great head control now and can sit well in your Bumbo. We've tried the exersaucer a couple times, but you're still a little too short to sit well in there. You're working on rolling over from your belly to back, too (although you hate tummy time, so I don't make you work on it as much as I should). You also "talk" to us all day long. You are a very vocal baby.<br />
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You are such a light, little boy. Such a sweet blessing. Every morning when I wake up and look into your smiling face, it takes my breath away. I thank God for giving you to us -- you are the perfect fit in our lives, and I cannot wait to watch you grow into the boy and man He has designed you to be.</div>
<br />Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-63814089352593572332013-08-24T10:34:00.002-04:002013-08-24T10:34:52.404-04:00Preschool Week 2: And God Made ...<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Bible Story/lesson: Genesis 1: God created land and plants</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">This week, we continued working on our Bible verse, Genesis 1:1. Somewhere along the lines, he got a little lazy and dropped <i>In the beginning</i>, so I am having to remind him that that is part of the verse, too. We focused on Creation Day 3 this week, talking about how God created dry land and plants.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">On Tuesday, we used construction paper and glue to make the third page in our Creation Book. Cohen is showing a huge interest in using scissors, but he's also left handed and the only pair of safety scissors the Dollar Tree sells is for right handed kids. So that has been quite frustrating to him.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEVofocsdcQ2EWtJtzUmrweR4kFFrn7izmgeISQ30FC_Us7D3372XIehPGDQZZF04XCg32XIZajSdldrbOvW58mAgTAGJxWhgafhDFQZ4LpbjtLKrsk4iRwZ5wpHyXkFjTlXGQAzwQLM/s640/blogger-image--923322796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEVofocsdcQ2EWtJtzUmrweR4kFFrn7izmgeISQ30FC_Us7D3372XIehPGDQZZF04XCg32XIZajSdldrbOvW58mAgTAGJxWhgafhDFQZ4LpbjtLKrsk4iRwZ5wpHyXkFjTlXGQAzwQLM/s200/blogger-image--923322796.jpg" width="150" /></a>We worked on the letter B this week. First, we made the B page of our alphabet book. We cut out the letter B and talked about how it makes the <i>beh beh beh</i> sound. Then we talked about words that start with the <i>beh beh beh</i> sound. Like <i>beh beh beh </i>bumble bee. And <i>beh beh beh</i> balloon. I cut out paper and he glued to turn his letter into a bumble bee.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGdoNnkhiv-k6tX_5s52lDk7fON-BhaMsqXDBdoEm0EiQiZfsLkAxVclJGZcNr25MfzRicQjmGJEDc26oaGf6OYnv1KeNTbGiGT_qUHi1QxbG7VnKrOjp-O0VFCu4XLeB_0_ZU6hk1qQ/s640/blogger-image-246725891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDGdoNnkhiv-k6tX_5s52lDk7fON-BhaMsqXDBdoEm0EiQiZfsLkAxVclJGZcNr25MfzRicQjmGJEDc26oaGf6OYnv1KeNTbGiGT_qUHi1QxbG7VnKrOjp-O0VFCu4XLeB_0_ZU6hk1qQ/s200/blogger-image-246725891.jpg" width="150" /></a>I think this is going well. He gets the concept that letters make sounds, but he can't quite match them up yet. He'll say, "<i>Ah ah ah</i> apple. <i>Ah ah ah</i> ant. <i>Ah ah ah</i> bear." I just correct him and more on. I hope it'll click for him as we practice more and introduce more letters and sounds.<br />
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A few weeks ago, I bought a little alphabet workbook for us to work through. It may be for kids a bit older than him, but I think with my guidance, he can do well with it. I know his motor skills aren't there yet for him to actually write letters, but I don't see the harm in tracing and practicing, so that's what we do. For the B page, I showed him that a B is just a line with two circles and let him practice. Pretty good for a two year old!<br />
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We read <i>If You Give A Pig A Pancake </i>this week, and while the lack of story infuriated me more and more each time we read it, Cohen really liked this book. What I did like is how rich and detailed the illustrations were. They allowed Cohen to use his imagination and tell me what's going on in the story.<br />
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We used a variety of pink circles to create a pig of our own. Cohen really likes making characters of his own. It's fun to give him a shape and tell him what it is ("This is the pig's nose") and watch him figure out where it's supposed to go in the picture. And check out that circle work! This boy is becoming a circle pro.<br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-30124795490118946122013-08-15T16:44:00.001-04:002013-08-15T16:44:33.716-04:00Preschool, Week 1: Alligators and the LlamaBefore I had Cohen, I was a teacher. And, dare I say it, I was a <i>pretty great</i> teacher at that. I loved my job. I loved coming up with creative lessons and watching my students enjoy them. I loved watching children learn and knowing that <i>I did that</i>.<br />
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After Cohen was born, teaching was no longer my passion; my child was. I quit teaching a few months after Cohen was born so that I could be a stay at home mom. And I have loved this new "job". I can't think of any better way to spend my days than loving on my children, raising them intentionally. But lately? Lately, I've been feeling an old familiar itch. I miss teaching, but there's no way I want to return to the classroom just yet.<br />
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A few weeks ago, it hit me: I want to teach, and I've got a 2.5 year old who is my captive all day long. Instead of sending him off to preschool, why don't<i> I</i> teach him? Why don't I use my talents and passions to create an early learner in my own child? Sounds like a win-win to me.<br />
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I am using the Year 2 Curriculum from <a href="http://www.abcjesuslovesme.com/" target="_blank">ABC Jesus Loves Me</a> and modifying it as I see fit. My goal this year is for Cohen to recognize every letter of the alphabet and every number as well was grow in his knowledge of the Bible and his love of reading, so that is what I am really focusing on with this curriculum.<br />
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Bible Story/lesson: Genesis 1: God created light and the sky<br />
Shape: Circle<br />
Letter: A<br />
Number: 1<br />
Color: red<br />
Book: Llama Llama Red Pajama<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOg8mjyz2_nOOYUlqByUTCwHHQezpvVK2AsVKJosXM-7aPDwsQMtGdYerwK5XspekWO4JztLsklDuYvSUnKrrFh40jE-rqEDqIcOMn4qMW6PJXUlylSjzhgDv6UrBoB_neVXZFFp0CG4g/s640/blogger-image-762060529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOg8mjyz2_nOOYUlqByUTCwHHQezpvVK2AsVKJosXM-7aPDwsQMtGdYerwK5XspekWO4JztLsklDuYvSUnKrrFh40jE-rqEDqIcOMn4qMW6PJXUlylSjzhgDv6UrBoB_neVXZFFp0CG4g/s200/blogger-image-762060529.jpg" width="150" /></a>We started at the beginning with Genesis. Over the weekend, I taught him the Bible verse in the form of a song (to the tune of "Are You Sleeping?")<br />
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<i>God created (God created)</i></div>
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He really enjoyed having a new song to sing, and by the time we started our lesson on Tuesday, the words weren't foreign to him. I am using <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Beginners-Bible-Timeless-Childrens/dp/0310709628/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376511925&sr=8-1&keywords=beginners+bible" target="_blank">The Beginners Bible</a> with our lessons, and I read the first three pages every day this week: God created the heavens and Earth, God separated the light from the darkness, and God separated the waters and the sky.</div>
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On Tuesday, we focused on God creating the heavens and the Earth. I showed him a picture of the Earth and told him that's where we live. We decided that the blue on the Earth is water and the green is land. Then we each got a coffee filter and a blue and green marker. We colored green land on our coffee filters, and we colored blue water on our filters. Next, we took a spray bottle and sprayed our filters and watched the colors blend together.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ggJslaGhyiWmyv7zpygCnhpdbHBVeBr2RRH65ZzpQXxSg3qCSBUBCSqcFdaBHmkDnX_745uyQMebRTEVzhoTDW99BT9RF30K0pRRBGTcOIFvzTIXZ7-gTkdIk5K2rHQkTfRpZMLwQ90/s640/blogger-image-485588419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ggJslaGhyiWmyv7zpygCnhpdbHBVeBr2RRH65ZzpQXxSg3qCSBUBCSqcFdaBHmkDnX_745uyQMebRTEVzhoTDW99BT9RF30K0pRRBGTcOIFvzTIXZ7-gTkdIk5K2rHQkTfRpZMLwQ90/s200/blogger-image-485588419.jpg" width="200" /></a>On Wednesday, we focused on God creating light. I gave Cohen a little flashlight and took him into the bathroom where it would be completely dark. I told him this is what the Earth looked like before God created light. He didn't like it -- darkness reminds him of bedtime. Then I said, "God said, 'Let there be light!'" while at the same time turning on the flashlight. Cohen really enjoyed this, and we made a game of it for a little while. I'd turn off the light, and he'd say "Let there be light!" and shine his flashlight.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HYWPxTK118SI2mzU_ZGmTOKcjIkulC_71zcrClRIaB0I8kKNRzgA2IzafGdelq8LrCgscjUg_ghA6nodydScVdNRlJ0FsqcBicP_Ev3TDQqHMz9Jpt5xmk-GKvS3cnXqIL40puGfgXs/s640/blogger-image--1444792789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HYWPxTK118SI2mzU_ZGmTOKcjIkulC_71zcrClRIaB0I8kKNRzgA2IzafGdelq8LrCgscjUg_ghA6nodydScVdNRlJ0FsqcBicP_Ev3TDQqHMz9Jpt5xmk-GKvS3cnXqIL40puGfgXs/s200/blogger-image--1444792789.jpg" width="150" /></a>On Thursday, we read our Bible again, only this time, Cohen could "read" to me -- he could tell me all about creation days 1&2. After we read, he made a picture illustrating Day 2 by gluing cotton balls to the sky and painting the water blue. He likes all these crafts, but it really bothers him when his fingers get dirty.</div>
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Also, by the end of the week, he can recite Genesis 1:1 to me when I ask him. That's a pretty huge victory.<br />
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Thursday, I gave him some paint and a plastic cup and taught him how to "stamp" circles onto paper. After he grew tired of the cup, I gave him a straw to make smaller circles, but the straw was too flimsy and just caused him to become frustrated.<br />
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Overall, we had a very successful first week of homeschool preschool. Cohen thoroughly enjoyed himself and asked to do preschool at least every hour of the day. I am impressed with what he's learned already in just 3 days of deliberate teaching, and I am looking forward to seeing his progress in the months to come.</div>
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-6514624786412376222013-08-04T00:08:00.001-04:002013-08-04T22:25:47.711-04:00In CelebrationIn case you aren't lactating and therefore pay very little attention to what's going on in the breastfeeding "community", you probably didn't know that last week, we celebrated World Breastfeeding Week. <div><br></div><div>Exciting, yes? I accept presents of all kind. </div><div><br></div><div>Breastfeeding is not something I like to talk about outside of my close circle of family and friends (however those people hear a lot about it since it's a huge part of my life right now). I don't know why that is. I guess it's just a practice and a topic that we are uncomfortable with and prefer not think and talk about much. Actually, typing the word "breast" so much in this post is giving me a severe case of red cheeks, and if I made eye contact with anyone right now, I'd probably break out in nervous giggles. </div><div><br></div><div>When Cohen was a baby, I was super uncomfortable with breastfeeding. I knew about the benefits, so I forced myself to breastfeed for a few weeks, quickly giving up and coming up with a lot of excuses for why I did. But as Cohen grew and thrived on formula, I began to develop a lot of guilt over the fact that I didn't breastfeed him for all that long. I knew I was missing out on something. </div><div><br></div><div>So when I became pregnant with Reid, I knew breastfeeding was something I wanted to make a priority. For Reid and for me. Luckily, breastfeeding has been relatively easy from the start: Reid never had any latch issues and I never had any supply issues. It's been a journey that's hopefully only just beginning. I have come to love breastfeeding, and in celebration of this week, I wanted to share why:</div><div><br></div><div>1. I absolutely love the snuggles that breastfeeding supplies. Especially at night and nap time. We nurse lying down in bed a lot, and I just adore the way he drapes his arm and leg across my body as he eats. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgOywcEGbVZZc32rUblwTwDUnkNjZW7cSyn1kxW-MImfLH0OY6JdeI7gVrDmjnkJ9RzmGOqYsnFQgxFwk8DKCYjim__kCgYwY6zfXJdkx5SovAiVnVATtGPjEQ72vZeRdlWpAomQyHJ0/s640/blogger-image--2041380945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgOywcEGbVZZc32rUblwTwDUnkNjZW7cSyn1kxW-MImfLH0OY6JdeI7gVrDmjnkJ9RzmGOqYsnFQgxFwk8DKCYjim__kCgYwY6zfXJdkx5SovAiVnVATtGPjEQ72vZeRdlWpAomQyHJ0/s640/blogger-image--2041380945.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>2. I love how much Reid seems to love breastfeeding. I can usually catch him smiling as he nurses. Whenever we cuddle together, he'll snuggle into my chest, and I can feel his whole body relax. </div><div><br></div><div>3. I love the bond it's created. I am the most important person in his life because I am the one with the milk. I'm fully aware of how selfish that sounds, but I'm allowing myself to be a little selfish. </div><div><br></div><div>4. Reid is weighing over 12 pounds now. He's getting some serious chunk on him. And you know what? I did that. I'm proud of his chub. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOseTqQL2nxveNmXMwnA6My4D7TV9NtnlzU0JF-WGRejqsUkJOsd1ueM_D4BVYbikxhLuJ02k45AO2Pe55dTxompaaYEjwpY50HjyswwJYXdv6T_ZeLJDskq3R79LMKoZPB_VbkpiKuQc/s640/blogger-image-98069919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOseTqQL2nxveNmXMwnA6My4D7TV9NtnlzU0JF-WGRejqsUkJOsd1ueM_D4BVYbikxhLuJ02k45AO2Pe55dTxompaaYEjwpY50HjyswwJYXdv6T_ZeLJDskq3R79LMKoZPB_VbkpiKuQc/s640/blogger-image-98069919.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>5. Reid might be gaining weight, but I'm losing it. Breastfeeding is allowing me to shave off those last few stubborn pregnancy pounds. And I still get to eat ice cream. </div><div><br></div><div>6. Every 2 hours, Reid wants to eat. That means that every 2 hours , I have an excuse to sneak away with my baby for a few minutes. </div><div><br></div><div>7. I don't have to pack a diaper bag every time I leave the house. I just grab my baby and go. No bottles, no formula. Easy. </div><div><br></div><div>8. I also don't have to buy formula. That's just money that stays in my wallet. </div><div><br></div><div>9. I love that whenever Reid seems inconsolable, all I have to do is nurse him to help him calm down. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDv6W_aFhYDUPjXIoLMXb69gy4K5IjLqFcsbntBFY1k30ORS1wxOUJoli5jCSQtpIe_QF5oP_vCrrzNvdjK3H2VNCsJG4M13FAzUYkoF2XK4NpAumSfcadFvn0PHQgbo77DNMEpDE-7Yk/s640/blogger-image--884380262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDv6W_aFhYDUPjXIoLMXb69gy4K5IjLqFcsbntBFY1k30ORS1wxOUJoli5jCSQtpIe_QF5oP_vCrrzNvdjK3H2VNCsJG4M13FAzUYkoF2XK4NpAumSfcadFvn0PHQgbo77DNMEpDE-7Yk/s640/blogger-image--884380262.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>10. I like the confidence I've gained from breastfeeding my son. This is something that only I can do for my son, and I'm doing it well. 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Yesterday you turned 2 months old. How has that happened? It literally feels like I was just in the hospital with you brand new and in my arms. You are growing at light-speed, little boy. I've heard people say that second babies grow faster than first babies, and I can totally agree. Some days I just want to beg you to slow down and just be my tiny baby forever, and then some days I recognize how wonderfully you are growing and developing, and I am proud.</div>
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This month was a tough one, both for you and for me. We are both trying to figure out how you fit into this life, and it's both exhilarating and exhausting. You are very much a momma's boy, and you want nothing less than to be in my arms or pressed against my body at all hours of the day and night. I really don't mind because I know how quickly you are growing and that soon you won't let me hold you, but right now you're making it pretty hard to get anything accomplished. This seems to be the month of wonder weeks-- I think we've gone through 3 of them this month. These weeks are proof that you are growing by leaps and bounds, but they also cause you to be more fussy and clingy than normal. So we've done a lot of cuddling together. </div>
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When you turned 6 weeks old, you had a doctor's appointment. You weighed 10 pounds, 10 ounces (that means you gained 2 pounds and 3 ounces since birth). You also grew an inch in height, making your official height 21.5 inches. I credit all that growth to your expert nursing skills. You are seriously a pro at nursing. You eat every 2 hours, like clockwork. You even eat every 2 hours at night with the rare occasion that you'll sometimes sleep through a feeding. One night, you slept from 9:30 PM to 4 AM! It was only a one-time thing, but it was nice. You're still sleeping by my side at night, and you're not showing any signs that you're ready to move to your crib yet. I tried to have you nap in your crib yesterday and you would not have any part of that. You cried like your heart was broken for 15 minutes after I picked you up. We'll try again in a week or two.</div>
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You are starting to give smiles a little more freely now, even smiling at people you are not familiar with. You smile the most in the mornings, and sometimes you'll wake me up early in the morning just to look in my eyes and smile and coo. You're finding your voice, and it's just too adorable. I love to hear you coo. Another thing you've found this month is your fist: you have started sucking on it when a pacifier is not avaailable. Those sucking noises are adorable. You are also learning how to track things with your eyes, and you really seem to enjoy watching your big brother play. When you are awake, you are only happy if you're in a sitting position -- forget trying to get you to lie down for more than a few minutes.</div>
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I am seeing you start to come into your own. You are developing your own likes and dislikes, and it's really neat to watch you become your own person. You are starting to love bathtime (you hated baths before). I bought you a new bath seat that sits you right in the big bathtub, and you are perfectly content relaxing in the water while Cohen plays next to you. You are starting to enjoy play time, too. You typically don't like to leave my arms for any amount of time, but you'll make an exception when I lay you in your crib and surround you with some of your toys. You like to bat at the toys and coo at them.</div>
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You really are just the most precious little boy. You are sweet and cuddily and loving and you have stolen my heart. Even though you've only been here for two months, it feels like you've been a part of our lives forever. You complete our family in a way I could have never imagined. How did we ever feel like a family without you in it? We are blessed, for sure.<br />
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... how loving Cohen is towards his little brother. How he sings to Reid when he's crying and tries to offer him a blanket or pacifier. How he so desperately wants Reid to play with him but is still so gentle with him. How protective he is. How patient he is. How he prays for Reid every night, and how he automatically accepted Reid into our family from the very first day.<br>
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... how incredibly exciting and frustrating potty training a headstrong boy is.<br>
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... the love my husband shows me through serving me.<br>
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... the way Reid will fuss, but once he hears my voice or sees my face, his little lip pokes out and he flat-out cries for his momma. How he is happiest when he is in my arms and pressed against my body. That the guaranteed way to calm him down is to take his clothes off and lay in bed with him, face to face. How, every night, he sleeps with his little hand on my chest and his leg hiked up on my belly and his face pressed into my side.<br>
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... the way Cohen loves to build and create and "fix" things with Daddy. How patient Travis is with Cohen even though allowing him to "help" makes each chore takes twice the time it would otherwise. How Cohen's eyes light up when his Daddy needs his help, how he tells me he has very important work with Daddy to do as he runs off with his toolbox in hand.<br>
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... the sweet soft coos Reid gives me when I talk to him.<br>
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... how incredibly silly I am willing to become just to get a smile from my baby.<br>
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... Cohen's sweet little voice when he sings.<br>
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... that life is crazy right now, I'm exhausted and never showered and always seem to be covered in some form of body fluid. That my house is a disaster, and laundry never gets folded anymore. That I consider talking with my 2 year old a quality conversation. How I prayed and wished and begged God for all of this, and He heard my cries and gave me the desires of my heart.<br>
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... that I am blessed.Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-6853277155588488302013-07-08T14:46:00.001-04:002013-07-08T14:46:53.903-04:00Doing It RightDear Me,<br />
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You are doing it right.<br />
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That's not something you let yourself hear very often, and you never give yourself that kind of encouragement. But right now, that's exactly what you need to hear. Over and over again. <i>You're doing it right. You're doing it right. You're doing it right. </i>Today I'm talking about Reid -- it has been a difficult weekend for you, and you are really doubting your parenting abilities. He cries whenever you put him down. He cries when someone else holds him. He acts like he is always starving. He acts very different than Cohen did at this age. Trust your instincts: you're doing it right.<br />
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Out of concern, people say you are spoiling him by holding him whenever he cries. They warn you that you're setting yourself up to have a clingy baby; that he'll be difficult because he only wants you. Remind yourself that newborns can't be spoiled. He cries because he has needs, and he is depending on you to take care of those needs. And sometimes babies just need to be held. Hold your baby. You're doing it right.<br />
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Some people, when they see how hungry Reid has been acting lately, will wonder aloud if maybe he's getting enough milk, even though you are feeding him around the clock. They probably have the best intentions, but you take that to mean that your body isn't doing its job and is failing to nourish your baby. When those thoughts arise, shut them up immediately. Your baby and your body are doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing. Reid is telling your body that he is starting to need more milk than what you've previously produced. He eats constantly to make your body produce more milk. Don't doubt yourself, don't doubt your body, and don't doubt your baby. He is gaining weight fabulously and makes many wet and dirty diapers a day. He's getting enough to eat. You're doing it right.<br />
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It's easy to compare your children, to note that Cohen was a much easier baby than Reid, but don't do it. Don't listen to anyone who might make you feel like Reid is not as "good" of a baby as Cohen was simply because he is needier. All babies are different, even those that share DNA. Some babies are needier than others, and that's OK. Hold your baby; love your baby; appreciate your baby. He'll only be a baby for such a short amount of time, and pretty soon, he'll break your heart because he won't need you at all.<br />
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And remember, you felt this same anxiety as a first-time mom. You doubted yourself. You wondered if you were failing on a daily basis. But look at your first baby: look at how smart and well-adjusted and happy and <i>perfect </i>he is. Keep your head up, momma, you're doing it right.<br />
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You are now a month old. An entire month has passed since you came into our lives and turned our world upside down. Loving you has meant changing almost every aspect of the lives we used to know. It's been challenging, but it has been so wonderful at the same time. We've only known you for a month, but it feels like you've been a part of our family forever.</div>
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When you were in my belly, I spent my days dreaming about who you would be. I expected you to be just like your big brother. I expected you to look just like him and have his same temperament. I prepared myself for life the way it was when Cohen was a newborn. But you made it very clear early on that you are not Cohen; you are Reid. And you have your own needs and likes and dislikes that are very different than Cohen. </div>
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You are very much a snuggle boy. You are happiest in your momma's arms, with your eyes closed and your mouth open. You do not like to be laid down for more than a few minutes, and when you feel I've left you alone too long, you make sure to let me know. You love to be wrapped in a swaddle or carried around in the Moby wrap. You tolerate napping in your swing as long as you are tightly swaddled. You hate the car seat and your bouncy seat. Every night without fail, you wiggle until you've made your way to my side with your face pressed into my body.</div>
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When you were born, you had little blisters on your arms that the nurses called "suck marks". You got them from sucking on your arms when you were in my belly. You have loved to suck on things since before you were even born! You spend most of your days either sucking on your pacifier or nursing, and sometimes you still suck on your arms and give yourself little suck marks! You are a great nurser, eating every 2 hours during the day. At night, you tend to eat until you fall asleep around 10 PM, and you typically wake up to eat again between 3-5 AM. After that feeding, you go back to sleep and wake up ever 2 hours to nurse some more.</div>
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Your big brother has loved you since the moment he saw you, and you are beginning to show how much you love him, too. You love to watch him as he plays, and many times when you are crying, he can sing to you to make you happy again. You love to stare at our faces, and you are beginning to "talk" to us, cooing in response to things we say. And most exciting of all: you are starting to give us smiles! You're still pretty stingy with them right now, but when we get them, oh man we get so excited.<br />
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You are growing fast! I can already see the start of little rolls on your arms and legs. You weighed just under 8 pounds when you were born, and I expect you to be closer to 10 pounds now. You just graduated to size one diapers and size 0-3 months clothing this week. And even though both are a little big on you right now, I expect them to fit perfectly in another week or so.<br />
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This has been a whirlwind of a month, and I've loved every moment of it. You are a precious little boy, and we love you very much.<br />
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<br />Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-67774531622109146652013-06-20T13:29:00.000-04:002013-06-20T13:29:42.151-04:00The Blessing of AcceptingOver the past couple of weeks, I've learned something about myself: I don't know how to gracefully accept generosity from others. Help, gifts, compliments -- when they are offered to me, they make me very uncomfortable. This caught me off guard because I am one who very much enjoys <i>giving </i>these things to others, so you'd think I'd enjoy being on the receiving end as well. Nope.<br />
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Since Reid's birth, many generous friends have offered to make my family meals, and unless they flat-out say, "I'm coming over with dinner tomorrow," I struggle to find a gracious way to accept their gift of love. I think in my mind, accepting help from others makes me feel like I am taking advantage of people or coming across as a big ol' mooch. And it shouldn't be that way. I should not feel uncomfortable saying, "Thank you! We'd loved a meal on ____ day." But I do. When people ask me if they can do something for me or if we need them to bring us dinner, I seem to find a way to talk them out of it. And it dawned on me the other day what an insult it is to those sweet people to not accept their offer to help.<br />
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I love being on the giving end. When friends have babies or surgeries or big life events, I really enjoy cooking a meal for them or picking out a gift. It is a pleasure for me, and if someone said to me, "Oh please don't do anything for me, I have plenty already," I'm pretty sure my feelings would be quite hurt. No one likes to be rejected.<br />
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Last week, one of the sweetest women I know asked if I needed a dinner, and I told her no and gave an excuse that I had a ton of meals stockpiled in my freezer. She was completely gracious about my rejection, but after I had time to process things, I wanted to kick myself. It wasn't about the food. It wasn't about her giving me <i>anything</i>. It was about her asking to show love towards me, and I pretty much told her I didn't want it. And to be real here, I really <i>did </i>want it; I just didn't know how to accept it. And in true Erica form, it wasn't until I was driving home that I came up with the response I wish I could have given her: "I'd be crazy not to accept a meal from you. I've heard how great of a cook you are. We would very much appreciate it, thank you." Nothing mooch-y about that at all.<br />
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That incident was fresh on my mind on Monday as I attempted to take the boys to the grocery store all by myself for the first time. I was terrified, and I guess the fear showed on my face because as I was walking into the store with my toddler and newborn in tow, an older lady approached me and asked me if I was OK. I brushed her off with an , "Oh I'm fine, thank you." and tried to walk past her. But she continued to talk to me, asking about Reid and how I was doing and then focusing her attention on Cohen. I was uncomfortable. I'm not one to talk to people I don't know, and here this woman was being so nice to me, but all I wanted to do was slink away. We finally got away, and I began my shopping. And just when Cohen started to become a handful and I began to get panicky, that women from the parking lot appeared. She gave Cohen the attention he wanted and me a moment to regain my confidence, and then she was gone. We continued shopping, and when I started to become flustered again, the woman appeared out of nowhere again. She never really said anything to me, she focused all her attention on Cohen -- giving me a few seconds to breathe. This happened 3 more times during our shopping trip. Every time I felt I was losing control, that woman appeared to distract Cohen for a moment, and then she'd leave again.<br />
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Halfway through my shopping, I realized that she was not doing any shopping herself. I had met her in the parking lot as she was leaving the store and I was going in. She had already done her shopping. She just recognized that I was an anxious mama who needed help, and she gave it to me in the moments I needed it most. She made my first grocery trip with two children a success. She helped me gain confidence. And if I had refused her kindness? I would have missed out. I would have surely become overwhelmed by an energetic toddler and a crying newborn in the middle of the dairy department. Accepting her kindness was the greatest gift I could have given myself.<br />
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So this week? I'm forcing myself to say "No thank you" less and "Yes please" more. Because accepting help from others can be a blessing for all.Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-7577196860091522892013-06-15T11:24:00.001-04:002013-06-15T11:34:58.312-04:002 Weeks In-- more thoughts<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CFE-OIKlinXlRvCNqwS-JBac4Nw-uY2t3Y31AHLXRd1f25-kz7ux_BEwbmyc-ptEe6Sb3DogQvc8dExZRK-nEavcQJ2epqY0iIcv9bzc9Jy2DFu57XY-098-zv0M2JtdMsR-Pty3YP0/s640/blogger-image-1785794992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CFE-OIKlinXlRvCNqwS-JBac4Nw-uY2t3Y31AHLXRd1f25-kz7ux_BEwbmyc-ptEe6Sb3DogQvc8dExZRK-nEavcQJ2epqY0iIcv9bzc9Jy2DFu57XY-098-zv0M2JtdMsR-Pty3YP0/s640/blogger-image-1785794992.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1. Brother love. Omg, I had no idea how strong or how sweet it would be or how quickly it would happen, but these brothers love each other. I have never seen Cohen act so loving and gentle around anyone the way he is around Reid. He never wants to be away from his brother, and it really bothers him when Reid is upset. And Reid? He will cry and cry, but if big brother starts singing to him, he calms right down. And when big brother holds him or snuggles with him, he's as happy as can be. I'm already seeing Reid watch Cohen and focus on his face. I am so excited to see these boys love each other in the coming years. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVH3r8-c0wHueR2IySjw3vGL_OjH0yOKBLcziG4-3V5IRnLsWVjxddbdTg2sE4rBxDuRORGM3HAOZW7FZ2j-X_plChDyuJKwK1djH-kvyn7h5CeZVb51-Lgxdm1ufSkp6_jIy2cdfJ46c/s640/blogger-image-668721524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVH3r8-c0wHueR2IySjw3vGL_OjH0yOKBLcziG4-3V5IRnLsWVjxddbdTg2sE4rBxDuRORGM3HAOZW7FZ2j-X_plChDyuJKwK1djH-kvyn7h5CeZVb51-Lgxdm1ufSkp6_jIy2cdfJ46c/s640/blogger-image-668721524.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">2. Germ sharing. Not even 2 weeks in, and it happened. Cohen came down with a cold last weekend. I didn't think much of it (because who gets a cold in June?!) and I actually brushed it off as being those molars trying to pop through. Nevertheless, I tried to keep the boys separated just in case he was germy. Turns out, he was, and by Monday, poor Reid had his first cold. It was short lived, thank goodness, but our Monday was filled with a fussy and congested newborn. 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I pulled out my Moby wrap from when Cohen was a newborn, and Reid snuggled right in and fell asleep. And I was able to do stuff! So great. So now Reid is worn a lot. 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I am really enjoying the whole experience. Reid is an excellent nurser and is happiest when he is in my arms right next to his food source. He is gaining weight fabulously (which is a huge praise since he lost so much weight in the hospital and everyone wanted me to supplement with formula), and I'm feeling really good. I've had a few more nursing in my car moments, and I'm beginning to feel more confident about that as well. 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Cohen. He's all toddler. And we all know how delightful toddlers are, especially when they've been cooped up at home for a few days and left to their own devices. Thankfully, he loves his baby and shows no sign of jealously, but he is testing the boundaries with mommy and daddy. I hate having to get on him so much. He is still very much daddy's sidekick, but I've noticed him letting me back in this week. I've gotten a few snuggles and a couple "I love you"s. My sister spent the night with us this week to spend quality time with Cohen, and that boy was in Heaven. It was so wonderful to see him get that one-in-one attention he craved, and I am really looking forward to getting back to that soon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpyR5QvuDqF32I0vfFloysyepKAd6570awAI5-GZi26LE3QykPOkWwh6hKLICYXCfBUuG0ij8vkmLeq3wwCtiQFM8maiwAbJ-C7IA2DwK5PSMOSKSaGJJnwhwjkCnyKtXxLqTLTa3nhw/s640/blogger-image-18954499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSpyR5QvuDqF32I0vfFloysyepKAd6570awAI5-GZi26LE3QykPOkWwh6hKLICYXCfBUuG0ij8vkmLeq3wwCtiQFM8maiwAbJ-C7IA2DwK5PSMOSKSaGJJnwhwjkCnyKtXxLqTLTa3nhw/s640/blogger-image-18954499.jpg"></a></div>6. Reid. I feel like I am fighting time. I hate that 2 weeks have already passed. I so desperately want to pause life right now and just enjoy it for as long as I can. He's a precious baby. He loves to snuggle and be held. He is impatient and hates being undressed. He is starting to look around. He makes the sweetest little noises when he has a full belly. It is both difficult and so wonderful having him here. I can't wait to see who he'll become, but I also just don't want him to grow up yet. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">7. Recovery. Physically, I feel great. I know I haven't recovered yet, but I feel really good. I have to remind myself to slow down a lot. Emotionally, I'm feeling really good too. The crying sessions have decreased dramatically. I'm still very much on the lookout for any sign of postpartum depression, and apparently so is everyone else I love. I didn't realize how much it affected those close to me last time, but its pretty safe to say that *no one* wants to go through that again. My 2 week hormonal grace period has expired now, so at the first sign of crazy, I'll be calling my midwife for help. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br></div><br></div>Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-9220137923418485582013-06-07T12:45:00.001-04:002013-06-07T12:45:38.344-04:00Initial Thoughts on Being a Mom of TwoIt's been 9 days since Reid came into our lives. These past 9 days have been all about surviving and readjusting and learning. Here are the highlights:<br />
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1. Cohen. Something happened the moment Reid was born. Cohen became a two year old. He's heavier and his skin became a little rougher and his legs are like logs. His diapers are huge and his clothing might as well be that of a grown man's.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyW0NyCYWLs1ytThTdvfMTasTInlJRCMb23h7SFmno81DN4m1QMR-NrcxZZzrnI2IdchCbkCVc9HBtpMvUg-UzrCy7pA1RHdLfIyoBYjkISthdMqvt6Su69KSmv40u4w___L2-OXkE1k/s1600/blogger-image-10201664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVyW0NyCYWLs1ytThTdvfMTasTInlJRCMb23h7SFmno81DN4m1QMR-NrcxZZzrnI2IdchCbkCVc9HBtpMvUg-UzrCy7pA1RHdLfIyoBYjkISthdMqvt6Su69KSmv40u4w___L2-OXkE1k/s200/blogger-image-10201664.jpg" width="150" /></a>It's amazing how big your first baby can seem after just a few hours of holding your new baby.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibalUWIYfGiyZd9gMCT0LxIQKOdlWLO0wQiC5lv-IxNK5q_QEoZ0xt6PyDMcWh7G2yMNXsLVzVy483gk2iwiH15pIcCoS6ApzDZXVIWu2BPpzci8IJcgQNapXGraJu02y-M7eLXOBWxiw/s1600/blogger-image--231528015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibalUWIYfGiyZd9gMCT0LxIQKOdlWLO0wQiC5lv-IxNK5q_QEoZ0xt6PyDMcWh7G2yMNXsLVzVy483gk2iwiH15pIcCoS6ApzDZXVIWu2BPpzci8IJcgQNapXGraJu02y-M7eLXOBWxiw/s200/blogger-image--231528015.jpg" width="150" /></a>Cohen has also proven himself to be a great big brother. He's loving and gentle and always wants to help. When he first wakes up in the morning, the first thing he asks for is Baby Brother. When he gets a yummy treat, he asks to share it with Baby Brother. He assigns Reid a toy first thing every morning, and you had better make sure Reid keeps up with his toy. I've not seen any instance of jealousy ... yet. He is just genuinely happy to have his new best friend at home with him.<br />
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I have noticed him distancing himself from me, though. He used to be such a momma's boy, but now he's all about his little brother and his daddy. And it just happened overnight. The day before I went into the hospital, he would want me to kiss every little bump and scrape. Now, he rubs the hurt away and will tell me he's fine even if there are tears in his eyes. The last snuggle he gave me was the night before Reid was born. I'll be honest: it breaks my heart. I am practically begging him to let me kiss a boo boo. I bribe him to get him to sit in my lap for 3 seconds.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdKGEvc4eAIFO-MytmsKtraAdWn2Og81O6XUPpSzSRr0vLS0yl3QbTbxTC87KUWyJ2J7nsVWwd-0MDIV_-4qzQnxqmN-50_ZmhgcwV0T3cDW3swMdnSj97ZW_K89jA7UbANJDGo8fZnU/s1600/blogger-image-940589722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdKGEvc4eAIFO-MytmsKtraAdWn2Og81O6XUPpSzSRr0vLS0yl3QbTbxTC87KUWyJ2J7nsVWwd-0MDIV_-4qzQnxqmN-50_ZmhgcwV0T3cDW3swMdnSj97ZW_K89jA7UbANJDGo8fZnU/s200/blogger-image-940589722.jpg" width="150" /></a>2. Reid. Reid was born with "suck marks" on his hands and wrists. He nursed for 2 hours immediately after he was born. So I knew I had a sucker on my hands. But man. This boy is attached to his momma. We are nursing 24/7. A funny thing I've noticed: anyone else can hold him, and he'll be perfectly content in their arms and will readily accept a pacifier from them. But the minute he gets in my arms? He roots around and fusses and acts like he is the hungriest little boy on the planet until I either pass him off to someone else or nurse him. He makes the most sour face when I try to offer him a pacifier. <i>It's like he knows.</i><br />
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He is very much a snuggly baby and does not like to be put down or left alone. While this would have bothered me when Cohen was a baby, I've learned he will only be a newborn for such a fleeting moment, so I happily hold and nurse him all day long. He's a great sleeper and will typically give me a great night's rest. He usually wakes up to eat around 3 and 6AM and tends to go right back to sleep. He hates diaper changes and sponge baths, but is the happiest little guy when I wash his hair. His umbilical cord stump fell off yesterday, so tonight he'll get a real bath, and I'm expecting him to love the warm water.<br />
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3. Life. When Cohen was a newborn, life stopped for about a month. We rarely left the house and I rarely got out of my pajamas. We slept a lot and spent most of our days just lounging around the house. This time around, I have a toddler to go with my newborn. Life does not slow down. We were at the park the day after we returned from the hospital. I try to find some excuse to get out of the house every day. Otherwise, we might go crazy. Reid seems to tolerate it well, and I am so lucky that Cohen is such a great listener out in public. He seems to know that Mom is as bit overwhelmed and needs him to be a good boy.<br />
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4. Recovery. Recovery has been harder this time around. For the first four days, I was so incredibly weak. My legs were shakey, my body was sore, and my midsection felt like jello. I was so overwhelmed with the idea of feeling that way while caring for 2 children on my own. Monday morning, though, everything seemed to magically get better. Physically, I'm feeling 95% back to normal. Emotionally, it's been a longer road. The Baby Blues are hitting me pretty hard. I'm super weepy and emotional, and the frustrating part is I usually don't know <i>why </i>I'm crying. But sometimes I do. I am very much mourning the end of my baby-making days. As I feared during my pregnancy, I am very sad I will never be pregnant again, never have another baby. Realistically, 2 children are all I can handle and all I really want, but the end of this stage in life feels bitter. I'm praying fervently that the Lord will take these feelings away from me and that I can really, truly appreciate this life as a mother of 2.<br />
I've given myself two weeks for the Baby Blues to pass before I call my midwife about Post Partum Depression. I never dealt with my feelings after Cohen was born, and we had a hard first 6 months as a result. This time, I refuse to do that again. There is no shame in seeking help.Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-40555555703323352672013-06-05T09:04:00.004-04:002013-06-05T09:04:50.224-04:00And Baby Makes Four<i>This post was written on Tuesday, June 4:</i><br />
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A week ago, I was getting ready to take Cohen and myself to our last midwife appointment.<br />
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I was 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant and to be honest, I was completely shocked that my due date had come and gone with no baby to show for it.<br />
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I made jokes with the nurse about how we didn't want to see each other in the office that day and how I pretty much woke up hating the world every morning I woke up and was not in labor.<br />
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I was a little disheartened when my midwife, Jonne, announced I was only 1 centimeter dilated and showing no exciting progress. I decided to let her strip my membranes right there in hopes that the procedure would jump start things a bit.<br />
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And then we scheduled the induction.<br />
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I was induced with Cohen, and I had a very negative birth experience. Labor and delivery with him were rough on my body and scary to me, and I blame most of that on the fact that my body just wasn't ready yet. I had been adamant from the first meeting with Jonne that I wanted to do everything possible to avoid induction this time around. We agreed that the best thing, barring medical necessity, was for me to go into labor on my own.<br />
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But as I approached 41 weeks of pregnancy, the dangers of waiting around outweighed the benefits of avoiding an induction. So I was scheduled to be admitted to labor and delivery at 5AM on Thursday, 5/30.<br />
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Cohen and I left the office and ran some last minute errands. At the grocery store, I bought the ingredients I'd need to make one last, fancy dinner for just the 3 of us (Travis was going to take us to dinner on Wednesday night). We got home, and I got the kitchen and refrigerator stocked and ready for our return from the hospital. I made dinner. I played with Cohen.<br />
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And around 6:30 PM, I felt a contraction that was strong enough to make me time it. 3 minutes later, I felt another one. This went on for an hour. By 7:30, Travis and I had our bags packed. At 8, we put Cohen down for bed and Travis's parents arrived to watch Cohen overnight. At 8:30, I received the go-ahead from Jonne to go to triage so they could see if I really was in labor. She told me she wouldn't admit me unless I was 4 centimeters dilated or my water broke.<br />
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We arrived at the hospital at 9, but I refused to go inside until I walked around a bit to get the contractions to pick back up. I was certain the nurse inside would tell me I hadn't progressed at all and would send me back home. I was hooked up to the monitors at 10, and to my disgrace, I did not have a single contraction the entire hour I was monitored. I prepared myself to be sent home. At 11, the triage nurse checked me, and I was dilated to 3 centimeters. She told me to walk the halls for an hour and then return to see if that would progress things.<br />
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Travis and I walked the halls of the Maternal/Infant unit for an hour, passing by the nursery to check out the new babies and talking about our own. 20 minutes into our walk, I began having strong contractions, and they began to come closer and closer together. At midnight, I was checked again, and I was 3.5 centimeters dilated, but I was progressing enough for Jonne to decide to admit me to Labor and Delivery. It was baby time!<br />
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By 1AM, I was checked in and hooked up to IVs. Contractions were strong and regular, and we just knew we'd have a baby by mid-morning. At 3AM, contractions had slowed down, so I got up to walk another hour. Contractions started again immediately, and by 7AM, I was terrified my water would break or I'd be too far dilated to receive an epidural, so I requested it. I got the epidural and was checked (I was dilated to 5) and put on pitocin by 8AM. Now that I had the epidural, I was able to sleep a little bit, and I don't remember much from there. I know I sent my mom and sister to get lunch. Cohen stopped by, and I tried to put on my most up-beat face for him.<br />
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Around 2PM, I was dilated to 7-8 centimeters, and the contractions were strong and right on top of each other. Jonne broke my water, and I began to feel tons and tons of pressure in my lower abdomen with each contraction. Soon after, the pressure began to move to my backside, and I knew we were getting close.<br />
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I had read about the practice of "laboring down" which means the mom is given the freedom to push whenever she felt the urge, not right when she reached 10 centimeters. The theory is by not pushing, the body is allowed to push the baby down the birth canal on its own, saving the mom hours of unnecessary pushing. I wanted that, but I had never asked Jonne about it. Turns out, that was her plan all along.<br />
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When I started feeling pressure in my backside, my nurse called Jonne and told me she was on her way. Many painful contractions later, Jonne was still not in my room. I began to panic that she wouldn't make it in time for me to start pushing (this is what happened the last time around), and I began to cry. That turned into hysterics. Immediately after I began sobbing, Jonne and all the nurses came into the room, ready for business. I haven't been told this, but I think they were waiting for me to get to this panic-y spot.<br />
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I pushed through one contraction, and baby's head was visible. Jonne asked me how I wanted to go about pushing, and I said I wanted minimal tearing. She coached me through 2 more contractions (I actually breathed through the contractions and pushed on my own), and baby Reid was in my arms at 4:14PM.<br />
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At first I sobbed, and then I began laughing. I looked up at Travis and told him I could do that again, no problem. Reid was perfect and much smaller than I had anticipated for a past-due baby. He had brown hair and little blisters all over his wrists -- the nurses said they were "suck marks" from where he had been sucking on his arms while in my belly. He immediately began nursing and pretty much nursed for 2 hours non-stop.<br />
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Once everything was cleaned up, family was invited in the room, and that's when Cohen got to meet his little brother. It was love at first sight. Cohen knew exactly who that baby was, and he wanted to hold him and rub his head. Seeing my boys together for the first time was a feeling I'll never forget. 6 days later, they continue to be sweet brothers.<br />
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I am so very blessed. I was terrified going into this delivery: terrified things would go the way they did last time, terrified something unexpected would go wrong, terrified either Reid or I wouldn't come out on the other side healthy. I prayed through my entire labor; I meditated on the Lord's goodness and reminded myself all the ways He had given me the desires of my heart. I praised Him for whatever outcome would occur. And in the end, I got to experience an easy and, dare I say, <i>fun </i>delivery. I got to bring home a beautiful new son. I got to complete my family.<br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-3987187330433210672013-05-13T10:25:00.002-04:002013-05-13T10:25:47.724-04:00Menu Planning Monday, v.17<br />
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Still pregnant with a baby who seems to <i>want </i>to make his appearance but just can't figure it out. <i>Hello, lots of false labor. I'm not a fan of you.</i></div>
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On the bright side, I enjoyed a wonderful Mother's Day weekend over the past couple days. We took my mom and grandmother out to dinner on Saturday, and then Daddy and Cohen spoiled me yesterday. Or should I say Daddy and <i>Thor </i>spoiled me. With the help of his new toy, Cohen has assumed a new identity.<br />
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<a href="http://faithfulprovisions.com/2009/06/25/cooking-101-peach-french-toast/" target="_blank">Peach French Toast</a> (Makes 2 meals -- one gets frozen for later)<br />
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Pizza Night -- Let's order in and enjoy a movie!<br />
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Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-78702441066718196952013-05-10T10:11:00.000-04:002013-05-10T10:11:08.577-04:00Things I've Loved About Being a Mom This YearWith Mother's Day just around the corner and a new baby who is alllllllmost ready to join us, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about being a mom. About what a sacrifice and huge responsibility it is to be someone's mother, but how that job has been the best thing that's ever happened to me. It still amazes me how someone so small could change the very essence of who I am, what I value, and what I now desire in life.<br />
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Being a mom is hard work. The fears, anxieties, worries, sleepless nights, self-doubting can really take it out of me. But being <i>Cohen's </i>mom? Not hard at all. That little boy is such a gift, and every day I wake up to his singing and shouts of "Good Morning!" is nothing short of a blessing. He makes it all worthwhile.<br />
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It's been a good year of being a mom. Here are some of the things I've loved most about it this year:<br />
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<br />Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-72233320640192066602013-05-06T10:11:00.004-04:002013-05-09T12:51:31.834-04:0037 Week Bumpdate<br>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Belly Button in or out? </b>One side of it is poking out. I think it will stay an innie, though.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br></b></span></div>
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I'm done. Done cooking. Done preparing, Done cleaning. Done planning. </div>
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My motivation and will power have vanished over the course of the past week and a half, and I am left feeling exhausted. All I want to do is snuggle with my big baby on the couch or lie in bed and enjoy feeling my little baby squirm around. </div>
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So you know what? I think I'll do just that for the next few weeks: enjoy some rest and love on my babies.</div>
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I am proud to report that my nesting streak has resulted in 24 dinners all neatly packed away in my freezer. 24 home-cooked and healthy dinners that simply require thawing and cooking. 24 nights I don't have to worry about what I will feed my family. 24 nights we can avoid french fries from the drive thru. I'm proud. I wish I had more.</div>
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I think once I get back on my feet post-baby and life starts getting back to normal, I'll probably pick back up with the freezer meals, just not as large scale. There really was not much more time or effort or money required to store away those meals, and the end result is pretty amazing.</div>
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This week, though, I think I'm going to lay low. Go easy. Because the fact is, even though I fully expect this little guy to stay put until after his due date, we could very well find ourselves in the hospital as a family of 4 by the end of the week. And the thought of having a refrigerator stocked with ingredients for elaborate meals spoiling away disturbs me. Kind of the way I can't go on vacation with a fridge full of perishable food, I don't want to go to the hospital that way either. </div>
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Bacon burgers made with the last of our frozen ground venison</div>
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Tator tots</div>
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Baked beans</div>
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<a href="http://happymoneysaver.com/frugal-food-homemade-chicken-pot-pie/" target="_blank">Homemade Chicken Pot Pie</a> (with store-bought pie crust)</div>
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Rice</div>
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Fruit Salad</div>
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Sweet Potato Fries</div>
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<i>*** This dinner was so good last week that Travis requested I make it again this week. ***</i></div>
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Pizza Night -- Let's order in and enjoy a movie!</div>
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Kitchen's Closed! Date Night.</div>
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Family dinner for Mother's Day</div>
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1. I currently have 23 meals prepared and frozen in preparation for Little Brother's arrival. And the thing I can't understand is how I haven't spent any extra grocery money to prepare that food. Travis keeps asking me if I'm going to keep this up after life gets back to normal. I hope I can. <br />
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2. Speaking of dinners, last night's dinner was to die for. I made Chicken Spinach Cheddar burgers based off of this recipe (I modified it a bit and added a packet of ranch dressing mix) and roasted potatoes. We each ate a burger, went to church, and then came home and agreed to split the leftover burger. Even Cohen got in on the action, and he's not one to like new foods these days. <br />
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3. I think my hips are about to shatter. Whether it's from the stress of 9 months of pregnancy or the ninja moves Baby Brother does on them, I don't know. But they're screaming, I tell you. <br />
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4. I have been very diligent to appreciate and enjoy every moment of this pregnancy. I have not wished away a single day. But now? I'm <i>real </i>close to being done with it all. I think I've had my fill of pregnancy. <br />
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5. I had to go in for a non-stress test on Tuesday to monitor the baby. Thank goodness they weren't monitoring my stress. A tiny room + machines with lots of buttons + a 2.5 year old + a mommy who couldn't move to discipline her son = a disaster. <br />
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6. Last night, I watched all the videos I've taken of Cohen since his birth. He was such a fun baby, and I love how obvious it is in the videos how much I adore him. It also flamed the baby fever. And it made me realize that if I would have gotten pregnant with this baby when we first started trying, I would have missed so much of Cohen's babyhood. God knew what he was doing. <br />
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7. The last few days, I have been exhausted. To the point where I wake up, feed Cohen breakfast, make sure he's safe and entertained, and go back and lay in bed. And I sleep through his entire naptime. And I yawn throughout the day. On a scale of 1-10, I'm probably at a -4 at being productive. <br />
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8. My hospital bag is packed and ready to go. Inside are 2 new pair of really cute pjs and all new toiletries and supplies. Im really bad about not waiting to open and use new stuff, but so far I've been able to restrain myself. I'm so excited to get to the hospital and finally get to use all my new stuff. <br />
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9. I love to keep the baby's room open so I can peek inside every time I pass by. And I like to sort through his little clothes and all his supplies. I even have a toy box full of toys in there so Cohen can go in and play. We're all very excited about this little dude. <br />
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10. Sometimes I forget or just plain take advantage of how awesome my husband is, and I really shouldn't do that. He is one amazing man, and I'm so lucky to have him. <br />
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I'm 36 weeks and 3 days pregnant! Just a few more weeks to go!</div>
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All that nesting energy I've had over the past few weeks was pretty much zapped out of me this weekend, and now I'm left feeling exhausted, achy, and a bit overwhelmed at the things I need to do but just <i>don't </i>want to do.</div>
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Cohen is in the beginning stages of getting those last molars in (devils, I tell you). It's not so bad yet -- probably because the teeth haven't even broken through his gums yet and are still just giant lumps in his mouth -- but the congestion that comes with the teeth is enough to drive me mad. Friday and Saturday nights, he was up all night coughing. Which meant Mommy was up all night. Saturday just before midnight, I gave him a nighttime cough medicine hoping that would help him. At 3 AM, he was still bouncing off the walls. So no, the nighttime formula is not allowed in this house anymore.</div>
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Saturday night, I also decided to do some e<i>ncourage-baby-to-get-in-good-birthing-position</i> squats. You know, because I'm crazy. So there I am, sitting in the deepest squat I've ever been in, bracing myself to sit like that for the next 10 minutes, thinking "Well, this isn't <i>so</i> bad." And, I kid you not, within the first 30 seconds of squatting, I feel the baby drop, creating the most intense pressure in my pelvis. It was, like, <i>10 centimeters! Push! Push! Push!</i> pressure. I jumped out of that squat with more dexterity than I've had in the past 9 months and hid in bed, eyes wide and repeating "I'm not ready! I'm not ready!"</div>
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Thankfully, baby wasn't ready, either. But I do believe he was downright angry with me for the rest of the night. </div>
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So, needless to say, I won't be doing squats for at least a few more weeks. I'll stick to cooking, instead.</div>
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Here's what we're eating this week:</div>
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<b><u>Monday</u></b></div>
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Tator Tots (keeping it classy!)</div>
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whatever veggie I can find in the pantry or freezer</div>
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(Not making it to the grocery store today!)</div>
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Crock Pot Pork Roast with Veggies</div>
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Roasted Potatoes</div>
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Crusty bread</div>
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<a href="http://cookinwithsuperpickle.blogspot.com/2011/01/white-cheddar-and-spinach-chicken.html" target="_blank">Cheddar, Spinach, Chicken burgers</a> (I'm adding bacon because, why not?)</div>
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Sweet Potato Fries</div>
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<a href="http://thesavvysquirrel.com/2012/10/01/monterey-coupon-ravioli-bianca-bake-recipe/" target="_blank">Ravioli Bianca Bake</a></div>
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Kitchen's Closed! Date Night.</div>
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Leftovers after church</div>
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I will also be trying my hand at a freezer-friendly breakfast recipe: <a href="http://faithfulprovisions.com/2009/06/25/cooking-101-peach-french-toast/" target="_blank">Peach French Toast</a></div>
Ericahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12025011836110515818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354762845301195642.post-25408540392829543302013-04-25T10:03:00.001-04:002013-04-25T10:03:10.125-04:00Preparing For Baby: The NurseryFor me, one of the most exciting parts of getting ready for a new baby is designing the nursery. I had so much fun getting Cohen's room ready when I was pregnant with him, and I knew I would enjoy working on this baby's room, too.<br />
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When I envisioned Cohen's room, I saw lots of sweet baby blue. And that's exactly what I ended up with. I loved it. It was the perfect <i>baby</i> room. That, however, is now the problem. Cohen is now two and a half years old and has rejected anything and everything he sees as <i>baby</i>. He's a big boy, now -- soft blues and cute monkeys have no business in his space. So only a few years after crafting his (very expensive, might I add) nursery, we are in the process of redecorating. Frustrating, to say the least.<br />
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With that in mind, I knew this time around, I didn't want to make the same mistake. I didn't want to put time and effort into this baby's room, only to have to do a complete overhaul a year or two later. I just don't have the money or desire to do all that. So as soon as I even began to suspect that he was a boy, I started thinking about his room -- I wanted everything in it to be something he could grow into, but I still wanted it to be a nursery.<br />
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After looking through countless nursery bedding sets both online and in stores, I became disappointed. Nothing I found met my criteria of <i>1. something he could grow in to</i> and <i>2. affordable</i>. I began to browse around Etsy for bedding ideas, and I found lots of really cute ideas, but each cute bedding set sent me deeper and deeper into sticker shock. I had to back away from the custom-made nursery sets quickly.<br />
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And then it hit me: I wonder if I could <i>make </i>this baby's bedding and nursery decorations? Surely if I started from scratch, this room could meet both of my criteria. Now don't get me wrong, I am by no means a seamstress. I use my sewing machine to sew basic things, so I knew this would be quite the endeavor. But I was willing to try.<br />
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Upon searching through Pinterest, I discovered many and different tutorials for sewing all of the items I would need to complete the nursery. The directions were right there in front of me, I just had to decide which ones I wanted to follow. And when I worked up the courage to return to Etsy, I discovered that while the handcrafted bedding sets were pricey, other items weren't necessarily expensive. I found tons of fun and original fabric that would be perfect for my nursery, and the cost wouldn't break me either. <br />
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So I chose a fabric and created a plan. And this is what I came up with:<br />
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Once I had the plan, I calculated how much fabric I would need for each project and purchased my supplies.</div>
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I purchased this <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/86781653/going-coastal-by-michael-miller?ga_search_query=patchwork%2Bplaid" target="_blank">Going Coastal Patchwork Plaid fabric by Michael Miller</a> from Etsy seller PinkDoorFabrics for $40 including shipping (I bought 4 yards) and then bought that fabric with me to Hobby Lobby to pick out matching solid fabrics. I paid $35 for all my necessary fabric and thread at Hobby Lobby. I bought my mesh crib bumper for $5 at a consignment sale (they are typically $30 in the stores).</div>
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So if you're doing the math, I spent $80 on the supplies to make the bedding and decorations. That is a good $50 cheaper than a pre-made bagged bedding set and at least $200 cheaper than a custom Etsy listing. The time and effort required was a little taxing: it took me about a month of naptime and late-night sewing to get eveything done. But for a tightwad like me, it was worth it to put in the work to get a custom set at such a low cost.</div>
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Here are the links to the tutorials I ended up using:</div>
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<a href="http://www.viewalongtheway.com/2012/04/silliest-little-adjustable-crib-skirt-tutorial-on-the-web/" target="_blank">Easy Adjustable Crib Skirt</a> -- I love that this skirt can be adjusted to fit perfectly even after I have to lower the mattress in a few months. My biggest complaint about Cohen's pre-made crib skirt was that it was useless by the time he was standing in his crib at 6 months -- so in my mind it was a waste of money.<br />
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<a href="http://www.modabakeshop.com/2012/06/easy-pezzy-crib-quilt.html#.UP9Dl3jXqw8.pinterest" target="_blank">Easy Pezzy Crib Quilt</a> -- I loved the style of this quilt, and it was a huge bonus when I discovered that she had a whole Beginners Quilting series on he blog that walked me through each step of creating this quilt. Kind of like quilting for dummies.<br />
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<a href="http://chucksforchancho.com/2012/09/01/chunky-crochet-baby-blanket-tutorial/" target="_blank">Chunky Crochet Baby Blanket</a> -- When I saw this blanket, I immediately thought it looked unique -- I'd never seen anything like it. I was elated to discover just how simple it was to make. If you can do a single crochet, you can make this blanket in a matter of hours. I want to make more of these.<br />
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Custom Mesh Bumper -- No real tutorial for this. I saw it on Etsy, so I knew it could be done. I bought a bumper at a consignment sale for $5 and used my seam ripper to deconstuct the whole thing (taking the velcro and satin trim off the mesh). Then I used the satin trim as a template to cut out my new fabric, and I sewed the new fabric back on the mesh and sewed the velcro back on. Voila. A $5 custom crib bumper.<br />
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Crib sheet -- I bought a navy crib sheet at Target for $9.<br />
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Hot Air Balloon Mobile -- The paper pom poms were made by the sweet friends who threw us a surprise baby shower, and I used <a href="http://www.craftinessisnotoptional.com/2012/07/up-up-and-away-mobile-tutorial-and.html" target="_blank">this tutorial</a> to make the hot air balloons. Super fast, super easy, super fun, super cute, and super cheap. Just the way I like it.<br />
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Changing Pad Cover -- I ended up just buying the cover for $19 at Buy Buy Baby. I was going to use this <a href="http://la-stitch.blogspot.com/2012/08/diy-contoured-changing-pad-cover.html" target="_blank">tutorial </a>to make a minky cover in green with my plaid fabric as an accent, but it just wasn't cost effective, and to be honest, I hate working with minky.<br />
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<a href="http://www.jenthousandwords.com/2012/12/how-to-make-fabric-bunting.html" target="_blank">Fabric Bunting</a> -- This was a fun and easy naptime project. I want to make more for the playroom and for Cohen's room. Every time Cohen walks into the nursery, he says, "I love Baby Brother's flags!"<br />
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Curtains -- I originally planned to make navy curtains with plaid accent at the bottom, but when I realized I could buy a legit black-out panel for $9 at Target, I realized making my own curtain wasn't the smartest idea. Instead, I used my new quilting skills to sew up a little plaid curtain tie-back. Cheap and easy and looks great.<br />
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Pillows -- No tutorial used here. I used my new quilting skills to piece the fronts together and sewed them up. They're stuffed with leftover stuffing I bought 2 years ago to make Cohen's first Halloween costume.<br />
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I also have these 3 prints that I need to print out and put in frames to dress up one plain wall. I haven't gotten to it yet, and I may not get to it before our little guy comes (just being honest here!). The prints ar 8x10 and will be put in navy frames (or I may spray paint frames navy and green and red, I haven't decided yet). Even though they're not up yet, they are a part of the nursery, so I figured I'd share them, too.<br />
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So there it is: Baby's room is ready and waiting on him! </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>How far along? </b>35 weeks, 5 days. Today is exactly one (1!!!) month away from my due date. So tomorrow, I can say Baby should be here in less than a month (although I'm not holding my breath on that one -- I'm expecting him to run a bit late).</span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: bold; text-align: start;">Sleep:</b><span style="text-align: start;"><b> </b>I have officially claimed the bed for myself, and I am sleeping so much better. I wake up sleeping diagonally in the bed with no blankets and lots of pillows supporting the belly and my back. Also, now that I am able to get comfortable and sleep better, I'm not waking up for bathroom breaks so much in the middle of the night.</span></div>
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<b style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">Best moment this week: </b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">At yesterday's appointment, my midwife talked to me about what to do if my water breaks or if labor starts. I sat there, nodding my head and thinking W<i>ow, we're talking about labor. We're talking about the delivery. This is really happening.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Miss Anything?</b> Not really. I've got tons of energy, I'm feeling really good, and I'm enjoying this time with my only child while it lasts. The weather has warmed up and it's beautiful outside -- life is good.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="color: #333333; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">Food cravings: </b><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">Sweets! Fruit! Smoothies and milkshakes and frozen drinks!</span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="color: #333333; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;"><br /></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Labor Signs:</b> Some contractions, a dropped belly, an increase of energy (and a few other not so pleasant signs I won't talk about). We're in the home stretch! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Looking forward to: </b>a good pedicure, at some point feeling like I am completely prepared for this little guy, shopping for Cohen's big brother gift.</span></div>
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