tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23365995797616073822024-02-07T17:22:17.636-08:00The Ludlow FamilyThe whenever ramblings of The LudlowsBecky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-78155864145947423172016-11-03T14:38:00.003-07:002016-11-03T14:38:40.456-07:00October in Laie for the Ludlows<span style="font-size: large;">This month flew by! I can't believe we only have four months left (116 days, 12 hours, and 44 minutes - I'm absolutely keeping track!) Definitely having mixed feelings; can't wait to go home, so sad to leave. Kevin finished his second to last term and is on break for this week, then it's back for his final term! It's felt like it would never get here, and now we're almost done. There's still another intense year ahead 2017/18 for his Master's but man, it feels so good to see him accomplish this!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, here's some fun pictures!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then we spent the next afternoon doing this! Oh Kawela (Kuh-vel-uh) Bay, we love you</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why can't our family all just come and live here with us?! </span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045777050586624935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-8970784937102873332015-10-21T21:03:00.002-07:002015-10-21T21:03:24.868-07:00AlexisI haven't posted in forever, and it's just one of those things where I'm overwhelmed on where to start. We are having an amazing journey, full of growth (which is super painful sometimes, yo), and great times. But that's not what I want to post about right now. Right now, is a quick blurb on my oldest girl, Alexis. She came in about an hour ago, carrying a jar full of pond/irrigation ditch water, and about <b>10 tadpoles</b>. She had me look up <u>How to Care for Tadpoles,</u> online right then. Now for the last 45 minutes, she has been hard at work building a <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">tadpole habitat</span>, using a plastic animal cookie tub that I cut the top 1/3 off of, filling it up with small pebbles, and long grass with roots still attached, "So they have something to hide in and eat, Mom." <br />
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At times I get overwhelmed, with work and the student lifestyle with four kids. And that what I would view as ick, and bacteria (I'm not a germaphobe, but sometimes I draw the line, generally with swimming in giant muddy rainpuddles, and irrigation ditches), And just a general inconvenience to what we have going on, her wiggliness, and bouncing everywhere, and can't you just be calm for once? At times I'm frustrated by her being a child, and I can't wait for her to grow up.<br />
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And then she brings home tadpoles in a spaghetti jar and though I have a brief, "Where the heck am I supposed to put these? and will they stink up the house? and oh man, what if Landon knocks the whole thing over?" But then, thankfully, the <i>Holy Spirit guides</i>, and encourages me to see this as a moment, one that you can't let go past you, where you can crush, or build. And suddenly I'm seeing the world through her eyes. I sit still, and point out the little tails, and how funny they are, and look at 'em go!<span style="text-align: center;">I ooh and ahh over her hard work on the habitat, and marvel at her tenacity and creativity. </span><br />
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Without her, out lives would be incomplete. She's an incredible sister, and daughter. I love her more than I ever thought I could love, and I don't say it enough. How grateful I am to my Heavenly Father, who gives me teaching moments through my children, and has me realize, again and again, how incredibly blessed I am with my children. Sometimes he teaches us in grand ways, and other times it's with a jar of tadpoles. I'm grateful for both. </div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045777050586624935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-81845833040328551762015-04-15T13:27:00.004-07:002015-04-15T13:27:43.164-07:00Hushing Our Fears<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">As we get ready for this great adventure coming up of selling all of our things, and moving to Hawaii, I feel that General Conference was just what I needed to hear! Jan, Tyler, Addy, Ella, and Brady were here for their spring break, and we were able to hang out, shop a bit, go to dinner at a really yummy place called Tucanos, and watch Ella and Brady while they went to the Saturday afternoon session. I wasn't as diligent as I usually am about my note taking during conference, so I've been going back over and reading all the sessions on my phone and the church website. One that I did take notes on and pay careful attention to was the talk by Elder David A. Bednar, called "Therefore They Hushed Their Fears." I felt the truth in that talk to my very bones. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I have moments of true fear and panic where I start to freak out about the yard sale this weekend, getting everything to Oregon, shipping it from Oregon, and making sure we earn all the money to go with it. I worry about the kids during the summer and not having insurance. I stress about how I'm going to work full time while Kevin (hopefully) works full time and what the kids will be doing. I want to spend time with my family, and my friends while we're there. Basically I turn into this big bundle of spastoid. Then I turn to my Heavenly Father in prayer, and the calm and comforting feeling that we are doing what is good and right, and that we will be supported during this comes back to me, and I tell my brain to be quiet, because it's not being productive. My favorite part of that talk was this quote of scripture: </span><br />
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.00784314); color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">“But Alma went forth and stood among them, and exhorted them that they should not be frightened, but … should remember the Lord their God and he would deliver them. <span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">“Therefore they hushed their fears” (</span><a class="scriptureRef" href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/23.27-28?lang=eng#26" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-image-outset: initial; border-image-repeat: initial; border-image-slice: initial; border-image-source: initial; border-image-width: initial; border: 0px; color: #0091bc; line-height: 30.6000003814697px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Mosiah 23:27–28</a><span style="line-height: 30.6000003814697px;">)</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I know that we are going to be okay whenever I think of that scripture, and when I pray.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045777050586624935noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-71207639597038873032014-02-08T21:15:00.001-08:002014-02-08T21:15:35.418-08:00Being Brave<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It feels like lately we, as a family, and I, personally, have been pretty brave. We were pretty brave when we packed up our U-Haul and left our family and the only town we've known to move to Utah for Kevin to go to school. To leave a good job, and have me be our sole income with typing. Brave to face the unknown together, and get Landon ready for surgery (which he didn't have! I'll finish that post eventually). And now, I'm being brave by buying a business - the same typing business of the woman I've worked for and together with for almost 4 years now. Me!! I always said I would never want the responsibility of owning my own business, the marketing, the rejection, the pricing of goods - it all just seemed very overwhelming. <br />
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But in the past few months, it's really begun to feel like the right option. I talked with Brenda, and she had been feeling the same way! She has not been in good health and sitting for hours at a time is very hard on her. So after discussions, we've decided that it's time for me to carry on the torch! I'm very, very excited. But also terrified, and anxious, and humbled all at once. Because this isn't something that I'm dabbling in, or working for other companies - this is inheriting, and carrying on a company 18 years in the making. With clients, and bills, and contractors, and a reputation that's been established, that I'm going to attempt to take over and improve! You know what's funny is that the part that scares me the most is the pricing of my product. I can't explain it. It's not overpriced. But the idea of selling something for a profit that is non-negotiable is just kind of hard for me. Like I said, I can't explain it, but I'll get used to it.<br />
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So in about a month, I will add business owner to my other titles of mom, wife, typist, Mormon. I guess I should say we, since Kevin will be right there with me and it's his money too that's going to buy it, and he will be my accountant, marketer, and manager. I will go to business mingling events. I will put on my spanx and my big girl shoes and professional clothes, and I will pass out business cards with my name on it. Not just to sound important, but so that my business will gain more clients. I hope we succeed. I hope we do more than that since we're being so brave. I really hope we are freaking awesome. <br />
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<br />Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-53677884301571726352013-12-18T12:35:00.001-08:002013-12-18T12:35:26.727-08:00Hirschsprung's Round II - same problem, different kidSo poop. Everybody does it right? Right? WRONG - not our kids!! Well, two of them can't anyway. Alexis was diagnosed with Hirschsprung's and had a colostomy surgery, then a pull-through done before she turned one year old (<a href="http://abkludlow.blogspot.com/2009/03/lexi-at-doernbecherday-of-surgery.html">remember this?</a>) Not a fun time. I think we've blocked out all the negative things about that time, kind of like going through labor, thinking we won't have to go through it again. <br />
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Well, fast forward 5 years, and now we have Landon. Everything seemed fine at first (it's been a fear with each one of the kids when they can't "go" or have a problem going that they have Hirschsprung's too) he went, we changed diapers, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Until October. That's when he <i>stopped </i>going. We thought maybe it was because we had started solids, and gave it some time, and Miralax, and glycerin suppositories. A couple months of this, and after a referral to Children's Primary up in Salt Lake, and two biopsies, we have the conclusion that Landon can't poop because his intestines are missing the nerves at the end that help him "go". Our next steps are:<br />
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<li>Then once we have this information we will schedule his surgery. We're aiming for just after New Years, since Kevin has to go back to school on the 9th, and Landon will need a few days (at least) in the hospital to recover. We aren't sure if he will need a colostomy as well, or if they will be able to just do a straight pull-through procedure (remove the affected area, and then reconnect the intestines back together). The second is the less recovery-intensive, so we are hoping and praying for that outcome.</li>
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I have mixed feelings about it all. On the one hand, I am so glad that we found it early; some kids struggle with this their whole lives and aren't diagnosed until they're much older, which can lead to more problems later on. He is little enough that he won't really remember it, and he can train his bowels while he is in a diaper still for quite a while. He also isn't super mobile, so that will help him recover quickly and easier than if he was running or crawling around. ON THE OTHER HAND, I hate that he will have to have any kind of surgery. Even though the risks are low, they are always still there. It also is super stinky (haha) that we are so far away from our families - we will definitely be needing some help! Thank God for good friends who have offered to come to the rescue!</div>
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Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-36094383224375661612013-11-18T17:27:00.001-08:002013-11-18T17:27:25.409-08:00Working from home<br />
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<br />Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-70346448742305690862013-11-04T21:53:00.001-08:002013-11-04T21:53:19.917-08:00Halloween P2<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm a space case - I forgot to post pictures of the kids in their costumes! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Landon sat this one out - he was in bed by 6:30 (squee!) The littles loved everything about Halloween - and we loved seeing them so excited to dress up and be silly!</span><br />
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Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-10709223775654820252013-11-02T21:47:00.000-07:002013-11-04T21:44:27.261-08:00Halloween Fun<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It seems like October just flew by. I've been very busy with working - ask and you shall receive! As a family, we prayed and fasted for me to find better work, and the jobs are pouring in! It has been a huge blessing for our family, and for me to not have to put in so many hours at the job I really didn't like. Kevin is still having a good time with school and getting all A's (go honey!) and we are <i><b>really </b></i>looking forward to having Andrew and DeAnna come up from Texas for Thanksgiving this month! Something else that happened in the last few weeks is </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Austin turned 3! Our funny little monkey man keeps our days busy, that's for sure! We ate crepes for breakfast - how is that I have never made them? They are delicious and so stinkin' easy! I'm officially done with pancakes (for a while anyway). He got to open presents sent from Grammy and Grandpa Ludlow from Oregon - a new firetruck! church clothes! and Legos! Then we went to the pumpkin patch and got our pumpkins, played on the tractors, took a hay ride, and found our way through the corn maze. Then it was time to come home for pizza, cake and ice cream with Kati and Seth. They got him a Captain America action figure (to go with his Iron Man and Hulk), as well some smaller action figures. It was a really great day and we were happy to all be together!</span><br />
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Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-58399760554728839672013-10-21T09:01:00.001-07:002013-10-28T15:49:18.994-07:00Job HuntingI type. I've been an Independent Contractor for the past 3 years, and it's a pretty sweet gig <i>if </i>can find a place to work with consistent pay and hours. So far, I've worked for a great place (and a <i>fantastic</i>) lady named Brenda in Medford with ABC Typing - love it, love her - but the work is not consistent. I also work for another place that shall remain nameless that I <i>loathe. </i>However, the nameless place pays the bills. So I've been on the hunt for the past month for a place that will have both. Or at least that can pay the bills that I won't hate as much. I've decided to use Lilo and Stitch gifs to explain my feelings - they're kind of like bullet points, but they move - winning! Think I could submit a resume and cover letter with gifs?<br />
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How I feel when I'm revamping my cover letter and resume to meet their website requirements<br />
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<br />Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-32791381248063678272013-10-15T04:58:00.001-07:002013-10-15T04:58:20.651-07:00Kevin - and his lack of space for sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Poor Kevin - he never gets to sleep with any personal space! There is always, always, <i>at least</i> one kid in bed with us every night. Sometimes it's all four! He handles it like a champ though. And after he's been kicked, and poked, and pushed to the edge of the bed by little hands and feet (who'da thunk that a 3 year old could push a grown man almost off a bed?), he wakes up at 6:00, gets ready, and gives me a smile and a kiss and is off to tackle the day. He's pretty awesome. I think I'll keep him.</span><br />
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Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-50030512250363080632013-10-14T06:13:00.000-07:002013-10-14T06:13:01.976-07:00How time flies when you're having fun!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel a sense of deja vu as I write this, because for my first sentence I wanted to write "I can't believe it's been a year!" Well, priorities I suppose - I definitely let this be on the bottom of my list. But I'm back (at least once for the next year) and excited to chronicle what we're up to. Let's see, in the last year and a few months in our lives, we have......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Had surgery to remove a spot of Melanoma on Kevin's back - very scary. When Kevin told me, it was definitely one of those moments that you remember every detail. We were living at mom & dad's then, and Kevin had just gotten home from work. I walked out to open the gate for him, and he met me halfway and said, "The doctor says it's melanoma." I remember not breathing for a second. Thank God it was a very small, shallow spot on his back, but they took a </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know, for a lot of people this would be no big deal. People move all the time. But for us, this was a pretty big deal. Almost all (with the exception of 3) of our family lives in Southern Oregon. It's where we grew up. It's where a lot of our friends are. It was where Kevin's job was. IT'S WHERE THE GRANDPARENTS ARE! But we knew that this was the right thing for us to do. Kevin is back in school full time, going to LDSBC to get his Accounting transfer to BYU. He is doing so well, and enjoys his classes (which comes as a surprise to him, since he thought he would have to trudge through the days). I am working full time here from home with a couple different transcriptions companies, not supremely loving it, but doin' what needs doin'. We moved to a town called Sandy, in Utah - it's about 20 minutes south of Salt Lake City. We love it. I'm very surprised by how much I love it. We miss our family very much - the kids ask almost every day when we're going home - but we are making new friends, and seeing new, fun things. We love the neighborhood we're in, which is actually right next to the elementary school, so it's very suburban (shocker to this country girl) and very family friendly, with lots of other kids for our kiddos to play with.</span><br />
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I can't believe it's already been three years since our little Sydy Bitty came into our lives! She is such a fun girl - just this morning, she came downstairs in her underwear, and said, "I'm so cold mom!" So I told her to put some clothes on, and she said, "No! I'm a beeto (which is burrito)" And proceeded to wrap herself up in a blanket on the floor. Her go to state of dress is naked, and her hair is always a little bit crazy due to her cutting it every chance she can. I think we have watched more episodes of Go Diego, Go! than anyone should ever have to be subjected to. As I type this, she is sitting behind me at the computer, taking my clip out, and putting it back in my hair with her brother; both of them are laughing like the conspirators they are. Her giggle lights up our days, and she makes our family complete. Happy Birthday little bug! We love you so<br />
much!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-29997134730389705122011-12-23T10:17:00.001-08:002011-12-23T10:32:09.252-08:00Cheerios on my yoga matReally? That's the post I decided to take a break on? It's been since AUGUST that I last wrote anything! Good grief (hey, it's Christmastime, you know that everyone is watching Charlie Brown). This post is about something I deal with at least a couple times a week: working out with children in your house. Children who happen to be awake at the time you are trying to work out, in the same 4 inch space as where you are trying to do a downward dog, chaturanga, round-house kick or whatever! I think you see my point. It is so cold here that running at 6:50 in the morning is not really an option I like to choose. Nor is going outside to do my yoga like I do in the summertime. So it means in the living room, next to the wood burning stove; which on the plus side gives you a great sweat session! The kids see me start my workout, and that means immediate requests for: hold me! water, please! shoes on! I went potty - come wipe me! When those are declined, ignored (except for the potty one, that's just a mess waiting to happen otherwise!) then the kids fall into the dance of doing what mommy is doing....right next to me. Which means I dance around trying to find an open area to kick or stretch. OR they eat snacks right next to me which means I am stepping on cheerios and whatnot the whole time. The best (and by that I mean worst) time is when the dog decides to get into it too. There's nothing like a downward dog pose where your dog starts licking your face while you're trying to concentrate on your breathing. I'm complaining, I know. But it's also kind of fun sometimes. Especially when I lay down to do ab stuff, and the kids take that as "jump on mommy!" time. But that's some great tickling, airplane, bonding opportunities that I take time to enjoy. The whole point of working out is to be a stronger me, and a better, happier, fitter mommy for the punks. What would be the point if I didn't include them? As a reminder for myself, and all mom's that are trying to be healthy - there will be lots of time to namaste without the extra noise and craziness. I should just be grateful that I have healthy, happy kids that want to be wherever I am - because I know that when they are teenagers, I will probably be low on the list of people to hang with (I hope not, but it's most likely gonna happen.)Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-41547838352977702322011-08-10T22:28:00.000-07:002011-08-10T22:56:44.986-07:00I love you this bigSo in the past week, I went from this:
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<br />Showing off the muffin top (hey, it was baby tummy in the making!) Being very excited, and once again very surprised that I was expecting our 4th baby!
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<br />............................................nothing. Just me again.
<br />I miscarried on Tuesday, at roughly 6 weeks along. I had been feeling fine, a little crampy that morning, but nothing big. I ran errands all around town for a couple hours, getting ready for Sydney's 2nd birthday party, feeling about the same. But when I got home the cramping intensified, and when I used the restroom there was bright red spotting, along with some lower back pain. This isn't my first rodeo - I know that brown is okay, light pink is fine, but bright red is bad. So I called my doc - I still hadn't made an appointment, because I knew they would want to wait until around 10 weeks anyway - but just to see what they thought. In the time it took for them to call back I had started bleeding pretty heavily, and when I spoke with the nurse, I said " I don't need you to confirm it, I know what's going on." I went to my room, and said a prayer and cried for a couple minutes. Then, told myself to get it together, because there was nothing to be done for it, and there were quite a few people coming over for Syd's party. Kevin got home and though I had talked to him on the phone, telling him in person was so hard. His face just fell. The rest of the night passed in a blur, and when night came, I just felt numb. Today however, has been full of emotions. Mainly, "was this my fault?" I ran with a team last weekend for the Cascade Lakes Relay, and the 12 of us ran a total of 216.6 miles from Diamond Lake to Bend. I can claim 12.5 of those miles. I can't help but wonder if I pushed it too hard, or if my lackadaisical attitude towards this pregnancy caused me to do too much in general in life. From everything I've read, miscarriages in the first 12 weeks show a problem with the fetus, whether in implanting, or in the chromosomes, but not with the mother. That's comforting, but it's really hard to shut the voice in my head up sometimes, that says in a small way that I've failed. I've taken my mom's advice today though, and let myself mourn the loss of what could have been. I put housework, and all other things to the side, and just played with my children and enjoyed them and the cute and funny things they do. I look at them and see so much joy and happiness - they make everything right.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1OUS4VzF_v_Mnk0thY9PBvQB-WY-P9a8tI8VxtUZmqaz-fgtMewKCGlQutxCLCa2jRpHaGwMb-eO_m1UAC17YV7OqtUijxGUhxpGNL6sAdsVnMEeTswcLGWxrlOEERzrwFnTeJR0W-ds/s1600/mah+babies.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1OUS4VzF_v_Mnk0thY9PBvQB-WY-P9a8tI8VxtUZmqaz-fgtMewKCGlQutxCLCa2jRpHaGwMb-eO_m1UAC17YV7OqtUijxGUhxpGNL6sAdsVnMEeTswcLGWxrlOEERzrwFnTeJR0W-ds/s320/mah+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639469744570077026" border="0" /></a>
<br />Kevin also took me out tonight, we went to Fred Myer at the bakery counter (don't judge! Everything there is delicious!) where we got these treats,
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<br />then went to the park to just be together and talk. I am so grateful for him - even when he drives me insane - he is my best friend, and he reminds me again and again we are always in - whatever it may be - it together.
<br />It's a very hard things to describe your feelings when you miscarry. And I don't want to go on and on, because really, I could. But I choose to focus on the bright side of this. First of all, this has shown us that we really aren't done having kids. We thought for sure that 3 was our max - but when we found out I was pregnant, we were over the moon. We're not done after all. Maybe not for a little while, but definitely not done. And secondly, it confirms our faith and belief of eternal families. That baby, whether boy or girl, is mine. Ours. For all eternity if we live the Lord's commandments, and I want to hold him or her in my arms. While I may not get the chance to do that here, I know that I can. I heard this song on the radio on the way home, and the end lyrics are what I would say to this baby:
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<br /><a href="http://www.directlyrics.com/scotty-mccreery-i-love-you-this-big-lyrics.html">I Love You This Big lyrics</a>
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<br />So much bigger than I ever dreamed my heart ever would
<br />I love you this big
<br />And I'd write your name in stars across the sky
<br />If I could, I would
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<br />I love you this big
<br />Oh, eyes have never seen... this big
<br />No-one's ever dreamed... this big
<br />And I'll spend the rest of my life
<br />Explaining what words cannot describe but, I'll try
<br />I love you this big
<br />Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-14991401572857901732011-07-03T09:55:00.000-07:002011-07-03T11:09:56.062-07:00Busy JuneWow, this has been quite a month for us! At the beginning of the month we had family pictures taken by the amazing Maria Alexandra, of Maria Alexandra Photography (Here is the website www.mariaalexandraphotography.com ) We absolutely love them! Here are a few:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIO4An4nNF-ADl4KDuJnLjIAxIXoX-LjwwsggqSF8_y0rYXZcYaJIZXUOj1Uz8DLr-UUTnPcMg2wqWt0juHkc-SbxSN2H3SuKv9CH9g_SgKnJgcKSRiKyGPt-IwWK7UsQ3D22OdgY3bOIY/s1600/036.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIO4An4nNF-ADl4KDuJnLjIAxIXoX-LjwwsggqSF8_y0rYXZcYaJIZXUOj1Uz8DLr-UUTnPcMg2wqWt0juHkc-SbxSN2H3SuKv9CH9g_SgKnJgcKSRiKyGPt-IwWK7UsQ3D22OdgY3bOIY/s320/036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625172197252779922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFjObzSj9iYuq68QhVfeVrTHou_vFmmOCWOCquUyzeWGw7i5cjnX9txheDji5ajo72r2aG2mq_a_rUal0OECnqHrwziYhBPX5S3PGw11oQarup3zjquUb-DiSnASzVdJWDtXx6vjCkCK-/s1600/156.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiFjObzSj9iYuq68QhVfeVrTHou_vFmmOCWOCquUyzeWGw7i5cjnX9txheDji5ajo72r2aG2mq_a_rUal0OECnqHrwziYhBPX5S3PGw11oQarup3zjquUb-DiSnASzVdJWDtXx6vjCkCK-/s320/156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625172669039048338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4h1vBaG7AXG5W8CT7wpQcSiP7wPRZcbs09_fzX5aPFH22K_2gcNZekj5R7vnSwVsUhhl3W7WXUVe3IM4S0Yl4ljnOOAuMlbUUKdE_R4hse9uXeyFtTQ2F5jHrahTl2ZV8KtgYmhAAeKR/s1600/070.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4h1vBaG7AXG5W8CT7wpQcSiP7wPRZcbs09_fzX5aPFH22K_2gcNZekj5R7vnSwVsUhhl3W7WXUVe3IM4S0Yl4ljnOOAuMlbUUKdE_R4hse9uXeyFtTQ2F5jHrahTl2ZV8KtgYmhAAeKR/s320/070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625173420291264434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIFybe20lqVMw9ILbYd-woyUCvb3qrkYYK8dhw6A4EJjmQkOYadS8dOSGZ9m9otgcQATDV2KovB9WQIAqSMI2pbHL9G1N1irqtn0AG22Hbr_3wcoTZUM5uE5gN95gU2m1P8HIeEcXPDqB/s1600/182.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIFybe20lqVMw9ILbYd-woyUCvb3qrkYYK8dhw6A4EJjmQkOYadS8dOSGZ9m9otgcQATDV2KovB9WQIAqSMI2pbHL9G1N1irqtn0AG22Hbr_3wcoTZUM5uE5gN95gU2m1P8HIeEcXPDqB/s320/182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625173957860253666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qVRdJVriwaiOuJjZj_uCcXddjptVmnVyRjUSKasP-9PsLzQusTOroE_SotneUMplky3Xrpr_27M9TSYy7SZHuP7leJAZDWujfQVXdTgrUQ9n1y7ssoLhB9IA6FBeNfaVqq_IM3ihiwp8/s1600/warmertone256.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qVRdJVriwaiOuJjZj_uCcXddjptVmnVyRjUSKasP-9PsLzQusTOroE_SotneUMplky3Xrpr_27M9TSYy7SZHuP7leJAZDWujfQVXdTgrUQ9n1y7ssoLhB9IA6FBeNfaVqq_IM3ihiwp8/s320/warmertone256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625174964154213858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After getting the pictures done it was Father's Day, and I (Becky) had a BBQ to put on with my side of the family - hot dogs, chicken, salad, and these yummy and cute brownies!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLdOzJKXOl22sTJRVDWvH287H-zrUwaVTiSA7Vd1grx2EJmjYam9XYYnIm-3bEsnS42MP5kQeEAKRfk_vCLhsrHGetTmEY6RHMroWWAsm9qhG3SFhnSL0zkuXBkSyxf5ejLf6r9f2cGUI/s1600/BBQ+Brownies.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLdOzJKXOl22sTJRVDWvH287H-zrUwaVTiSA7Vd1grx2EJmjYam9XYYnIm-3bEsnS42MP5kQeEAKRfk_vCLhsrHGetTmEY6RHMroWWAsm9qhG3SFhnSL0zkuXBkSyxf5ejLf6r9f2cGUI/s320/BBQ+Brownies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625177477018241490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />That day I had a 5k race called "The longest day" since it was at 7:30 at night! My sister in law Jill ran it too, and she kicked my butt! However, I did do better than my last race, so it was a good run for me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sunday was Father's Day, so it was a day making a big breakfast, a talk at church, and then dinner at my in-law's house for Rick! Monday was<br />our Lexi's birthday - I can't believe my first baby is 3 already.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxrBrhpsW8zARWQXQZ3P7VeaU2nsDP1VKSmC0xKFntbVWZB1mQwBa3ONgrVv_iS-26l16Ey7hNrCz362ZC44cMBHA7IvRpM9k0bOfBD-wcHl0n4XE8Yd7f23UHV8RmdsTrbWcepWNk7WZ/s1600/P+009.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxrBrhpsW8zARWQXQZ3P7VeaU2nsDP1VKSmC0xKFntbVWZB1mQwBa3ONgrVv_iS-26l16Ey7hNrCz362ZC44cMBHA7IvRpM9k0bOfBD-wcHl0n4XE8Yd7f23UHV8RmdsTrbWcepWNk7WZ/s320/P+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625184795349962306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgSnVASzzjDqUU9E2Wt-DncXV08GZgTuv1bN88GxvYX7dnRh4bAthx0ZzyZyjn7L6syyDEutvv9RuwlrzHCEyhV53mvdUDRz14juTIcYIknRHy7g7ObZwgLdhvpoDLEyD601X-mkkJ5oE/s1600/P+006.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgSnVASzzjDqUU9E2Wt-DncXV08GZgTuv1bN88GxvYX7dnRh4bAthx0ZzyZyjn7L6syyDEutvv9RuwlrzHCEyhV53mvdUDRz14juTIcYIknRHy7g7ObZwgLdhvpoDLEyD601X-mkkJ5oE/s320/P+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625184970203014898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FM3RhOUQLBBpH03945K5f8PF2lHXDVS1aMEWU5bLwhaA2O5IlLQKQsOtBSfPTyFQnK5mlyLBmhGf6X-6e1ne5qbc4IeM8uTUrEJF8NJ2w2Zl10S6w5uZf5NCO35HzdV69qYp_lk3BRJU/s1600/P+011.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FM3RhOUQLBBpH03945K5f8PF2lHXDVS1aMEWU5bLwhaA2O5IlLQKQsOtBSfPTyFQnK5mlyLBmhGf6X-6e1ne5qbc4IeM8uTUrEJF8NJ2w2Zl10S6w5uZf5NCO35HzdV69qYp_lk3BRJU/s320/P+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625185271752177282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1hkOYmKWR-c9Yc1NV4qd8Hk0bd4cDtbH-u5NGxpwTnydBFD25K7Bojq0ldSwfYYOB6IQd8rtjPyBBYLTOf9RJax5E_Guy2k5J6Y-BgDsdE8QSYXeur3tdJZgPF-k1ZJ2zsLbOcBpmbQC/s1600/Dads+camera+395.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1hkOYmKWR-c9Yc1NV4qd8Hk0bd4cDtbH-u5NGxpwTnydBFD25K7Bojq0ldSwfYYOB6IQd8rtjPyBBYLTOf9RJax5E_Guy2k5J6Y-BgDsdE8QSYXeur3tdJZgPF-k1ZJ2zsLbOcBpmbQC/s320/Dads+camera+395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625185675055238770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cCSsBxWyWZbEHte5by11VrpXgt_CrpaS2K5RH4guyhI-4NzdV8SqvPO2MwGlx8BMBQQn6COpPVWITPM3C02tPi6XmA0uO-dI4FeWR8Cn_822u6tAP-9_gJhUF0oAJrD-Gyip08yjddCN/s1600/087.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3cCSsBxWyWZbEHte5by11VrpXgt_CrpaS2K5RH4guyhI-4NzdV8SqvPO2MwGlx8BMBQQn6COpPVWITPM3C02tPi6XmA0uO-dI4FeWR8Cn_822u6tAP-9_gJhUF0oAJrD-Gyip08yjddCN/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625186011162784482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcq6Cu9kUrE8XGunlpgD74WmCSYrMO_59NVasJmJdXehHyS7BF6L_Rt0blEsLDR9NNBRm8NDeA2UGQbbZEzeEMxm5W-WEenuVzVRkO_WAEhc3bt_-8-00hNrsxbdAGIB5c7OsSgYFJ_R8/s1600/117.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWcq6Cu9kUrE8XGunlpgD74WmCSYrMO_59NVasJmJdXehHyS7BF6L_Rt0blEsLDR9NNBRm8NDeA2UGQbbZEzeEMxm5W-WEenuVzVRkO_WAEhc3bt_-8-00hNrsxbdAGIB5c7OsSgYFJ_R8/s320/117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625186288808500242" border="0" /></a><br />So crazy - 36 hours of labor and 2 hours of pushing, and what was crazy is I would do it all over again! She is such a light in our house, and we love her more and more every day. Happy Birthday, little peanut.<br /><br />We did have a party for Lexi the following weekend - we waited because Uncle Andrew came home from Texas!! I will post the pictures from the party later.<br />Then, let's see, we're up to the 28th of June now, we decided it would be great to take 3 kids camping with Uncle Andrew at the coast. Quick recap:<br />3 kids, 3 adults (sort of, maybe just 1) 1 tent, 3 days, 2 nights.<br />Sand. Lots of sand.<br />Sunburn - a little bit :(<br />Dirt. Lots of dirt.<br />Tantrums - a lot from the babies, a couple from the grown ups too.<br />Sleep. Some of it.<br />S'mores, giggles, chipmunks, food, hot chocolate, walks, lessons learned and memories made - lots of them.<br /><br />When we got back (this is getting to be a really long post!) on Thursday, I had one night to recuperate, and then it was Party Time! My parents have been married for 40 years - 40 YEARS! - today, the 3rd of July. We planned a surprise party for them on Saturday night out at my brother Matt's house with about 45 people there - granted, our family alone makes about 25 - It was great! My dad knew date and time, but it was a total surprise for my mom, who cried and called us all liars and sneaks (In a good way, I promise). I'll also post more about that later, with pictures.<br /><br />All in all, a crazy, fun filled month, and it all wraps up with the 4th of July tomorrow - a day of:<br />A race for me! My first 10k in Ashland - wish me luck! More BBQ, bubbles, swimming, A NAP, and awesome displays of light and fire tomorrow night. Andrew goes back home Tuesday morning, and then things (maybe?) will calm down around this place! Well, really, with 3 kids, as much as things can calm down I suppose!<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Happy</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">4th of</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">July everyone!</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Yay for America!! </span>Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-60813497765940771252011-02-18T15:07:00.000-08:002011-02-18T15:18:32.160-08:00PerfectI watched this video, and thought, I've got to share this (that is, in between my tears I thought that) I've got to write how I feel about this. <br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K3GkSo3ujSY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />I love this song. I've got it downloaded on my ipod, on my playlist, every time I hear it on the radio I turn it up - it's something I need to remind myself of. It is so easy to let myself believe I should be someone else, that I've become a boring mom, that I'm overweight, that I'm a bad wife.....the list could go on forever. But instead of tuning into that negativity, I push it away. I don't need excuses, I'm perfect being me. I especially need to hear that when I worry about working out, that I'm not getting the results I think I should - to remind myself that I am not working out to get skinny, to fit in, or look like a celebrity mom. I'm working out to be strong and healthy and a more awesome me. I caught up on Glee last night, and watched the episode where they were looking for an anthem - well, for me this is my anthem today (I reserve the right to change it as I see fit). I am more than a number on a scale, the van I drive, or the mom jeans I currently wear :)Even if I never worked out again, I am perfect just the way I am, and I am a child of God. I need to remember to tell my kids and my husband that important lesson every day, and also everyone I'm around - because we all need to know that.Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-35481871668715810382011-02-04T14:48:00.000-08:002011-02-04T15:12:14.889-08:00Count your blessingsI'm going to take a page from Matthew Henry ( a 17th century theologian and bible scholar.) He was once robbed, and later recorded in his journal (I'm summarizing this) <span style="font-style:italic;">Let me be thankful. First, that it was the first time I was ever robbed. Second, though he took my purse, he did not take my life. Third, though he took all my money, it wasn't much. And fourth, that it was I that was robbed, and not I who did the robbing. </span><br /><br />So today, I'm going to be thankful. Here is the background, and I really hope I don't come off as Debbie Downer! For the past week, I have had three sick babies, and I am sick as well. Sydney woke up Saturday at about 1 am with croup, and a double ear infection (again!) Lexi came down with something Sunday evening, and ran a fever of an average of 103.5 for about 3 days, then came down with pink eye! Austin has had a cold since Monday, I took him to the Pediatrician's today, and it turns out he has RSV (a respiratory virus that's really hard on babies) and now he has to have nebulizer treatments to help his breathing, and not get any sicker or he could be in the hospital. I have been sick since Monday, spiked a fever of 103 on Wednesday, which thankfully broke the same night since Kevin took over and I slept for almost 13 hours straight! Kevin was also gone on Monday and Tuesday for business, and also has to work during the day, so I've pretty much been flying solo except for yesterday, when he came home around 1 pm. <br />I have heard that happiness is a frame of mind, and I'm trying to cultivate it. Here is the list that I have come up with over the course of today, while washing, cleaning and sterilizing nearly everything in my house! It's amazing the amount of laundry that has to be done when everyone is sick! <br />1. So thankful for modern medicine, like Tylenol, nebulizers, and antibacterial eye drops. I'm also thankful for homeopathic medicines, like saline spray, honey syrup for coughs, and earache drops. <br />2. Thankful for access to competent, reliable doctors and nurses, who really are just a phone call away. And on that note, pharmacists as well. <br />3. Family members who have helped with advice, and running to the pharmacy for medicines (Thank you Matt!!) <br />4. That I can stay home, without having to take time off work, or find a sitter. I know that this is not the case for everyone, and to each their own situation. But for me, I am very grateful to be able to stay home and cater to their every need. <br />5. A warm home to be in, with hot water, electricity - one that is clean, dry and safe. I know there are so many others that are without these basic needs, and my heart truly aches for them, and how hard that must be knowing that where you live may be the cause of your baby being sick. <br />6. A husband that is willing to take more than his share to help me through all of this. <br />7. Prayer. Because I know that Heavenly Father has heard every single one of mine, especially the ones at 3 in the morning when I am so tired and frustrated and congested and feel like I cannot keep going. <br /><br />And that's where I'm going to end this post for now - there are so many other things, too many to really list - but life is calling and I have to take care of sickies. Be thankful everyone!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-69822475788295925092011-01-25T00:09:00.001-08:002011-01-25T00:23:45.581-08:00Working out is really, surprisingly working out wellAll my life, I have been obsessed with being thin. I was happy, but always wanted to weigh a little bit less, have the curves in the right places though - basically I wanted to be lean, but with curves at the same time. And I was always slightly disappointed with my body. Not so much that anyone would notice, but still, always there. That all changed when I got pregnant with Lexi. Suddenly, I had this amazing body that could carry a baby in it - it was amazing! And I didn't have to worry about being thin, because heck! I was pregnant, buddy! It felt great just to be me, and not really freak out about if my jeans fit, because really, they all had elastic waste bands anyway. Along with that came the I can eat what I feel like train of thought - not such a good idea when after I had her, the weight didn't just disappear! I felt the same when 4 months later, I was pregnant with Sydney! And then, after that, with Austin! Now, with Austin, I really had learned my lesson from Lexi - I needed to eat better. So, I only gained what I needed to with him, and it came off about a week after I had him. Now I need to work on getting rid of the extra weight from the previous pregnancies! But really, I don't care about weight now. I have four goals: One, fit in my wedding jeans, which are the jeans I fit in when I got married. Two, run the Pear Blossom for the 5k - and run the whole way. For me this is a big goal, because I hate running. I'm trying to change that perspective, one mile at a time. Three, successfully complete p90x - which involves two things: One, all 90 days working out. Two, being able to do 15 of each kind of push up, wide, military, regular, and at least one pull up without a chair! And the fourth goal is the Portland Sprint Triathlon in August - 750 m swim, 20k bike, and 5k run. I don't have times to beat, I just want to finish it! All of these goals give me the ultimate benefit - a healthier me. I have stopped caring about being skinny. I want to be strong, strong from head to toe (my toes will be doing curls!) I need to be tough to keep up with these kids of mine - I'm greatly outnumbered! I want to be able to push my body to be stronger, faster - not worry about the number on the scale. I would say I'm not doing this for anyone else, but that's a lie. I'm working out for me, yes, but I'm also doing this to be a stronger mom, more active with my kids. I'm also doing it to look hot for my husband! But ultimately, to have a sense of satisfaction in setting and finishing my goals, and I really miss my jeans! So good luck to me!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-40238861203683693122011-01-10T15:32:00.000-08:002011-01-10T15:44:16.811-08:00Kind of cheating....So I feel like I'm kind of cheating on my blog, because these aren't my original thoughts, but they are two poems that have been going through my head today. The first was in a book of poems I had as a little girl. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow…<br /><br />For children grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow.<br /><br />So quiet down, cobwebs, dust go to sleep;<br /><br />I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep.<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /> <br />I feel like my days are just so full of the cleaning and fussing, and griping about how I can't wait for them to be big enough to leave me alone for 20 minutes! But then I look at how Austin is already changing so much, and then I look at Lexi and Sydney and see how big they are already. Lexi can put her shoes on by herself. She can get things out of the fridge and put them back. She's going on the potty already! And I want to rewind to when she was a baby and I could rock her to sleep. Sydney is talking more and more, which I love, but sometimes I actually miss those late night feedings with just me and her and the house so quiet at 2 am. So today, when they get up from their naps, my housework can just pound sand. <br /><br /><br />This is a poem my mom has on her wall, and I love it - She also has a plaque with this funny ugly little lady on it that says "Housework makes you ugly" <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I will not have a temper tantrum nor stomp across the floor.<br /><br />I will not pout, scream or shout or kick against the door.<br /><br />I will not throw my food around nor pick upon another.<br /><br />I’ll always try to be real good because I am the mother.<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />Oh boy, there are days where I really feel like this! Everything that comes out of my mouth gets repeated, so the days of the cuss-slip are over!! Now it's all internal :) And from my mouth you get things like <span style="font-style:italic;">cookie crumbles</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">biscuits</span>!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-49173867096222063922010-11-23T10:52:00.001-08:002010-11-23T11:29:16.656-08:00What's 2 + 1 = ? Really full arms!It's been 4 weeks since little Austin arrived - all 10 pounds of him! Since this is how I looked before I had him <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFuGtIZ5CdOhULDkdLU_5TBfqUhEcAJb1VT6OPSMhuEYGDTeWZWMcxueD7rW3mifsEXU5s9pzgFhvKRaNKwXa38Rk7TvRnk4oPhF5I0WJFS2DFLlWCknCqrXSnI7g3XZ7hRmtOeozj99-/s1600/Austin%2527s+Birth+131.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSFuGtIZ5CdOhULDkdLU_5TBfqUhEcAJb1VT6OPSMhuEYGDTeWZWMcxueD7rW3mifsEXU5s9pzgFhvKRaNKwXa38Rk7TvRnk4oPhF5I0WJFS2DFLlWCknCqrXSnI7g3XZ7hRmtOeozj99-/s320/Austin%2527s+Birth+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542821223274229026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWI6u7N1i4DmhZjUPWrtd3_HLrRl8UwhxFAt6kg837D4ooEBOS1WgVMo4A0Cxtxc2CbhPix6s9Oy-t6LDq5xEjUl1xS7o764PEYZoSaKXEGU9VdLJzMFAMkhLv6qhfBxcQpbxXK9DXEvZ/s1600/Austin%2527s+Birth+063.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWI6u7N1i4DmhZjUPWrtd3_HLrRl8UwhxFAt6kg837D4ooEBOS1WgVMo4A0Cxtxc2CbhPix6s9Oy-t6LDq5xEjUl1xS7o764PEYZoSaKXEGU9VdLJzMFAMkhLv6qhfBxcQpbxXK9DXEvZ/s320/Austin%2527s+Birth+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542820986058871026" /></a><br /><br /> It still came as a bit of a surprise that he was THAT big! So the story: <br />I woke up Tuesday morning to some contractions, which wasn't a surprise because I had been having false labor for almost 2 weeks, so I was more annoyed by them than anything, because I thought they were faking me out again. I figured they'll either keep going or not, so I decided to make banana bread. About an hour into it, the contractions were getting stronger and closer, so I called my sister Jan who dropped her schedule for the day and came right over, only to drive me to the hospital an hour later! My thinking at first was that at the hospital I could at least labor without kids hanging all over me! When we got there though, it was a good thing we left when we did, because my contractions went to about 2 minutes apart! Checked into the hospital, Dr. Tomlinson came in and guesstimated his weight at 8 1/2 lbs - so I said I didn't want an epidural. If I had known his actual weight, I think I might have been a bit more freaked out about it! It got pretty intense after they broke my water, and man did it hurt! But I knew what was going on - and I was prepared for it - more so than when I had Lexi or even Sydney, so I just breathed through and dealt with it! About 8 hours after my contractions started I delivered him after about 3 sets of pushes! Plus side to that - it was over fast. Downside - his face was black and blue because it was fast! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgRqvDs5CSw99_aPC0P0iivpPq6e6wc-1zAQG9guHYXZPzuly3eujpR8M0uQKvfgZNnnemEL8DkSC-J0guCzcOvERCzppbuVsx5GBsYHrhVSSWQEWbfasBEFmvGZbmzNbXEARxo6_e-O9/s1600/Austin%2527s+Birth+139.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgRqvDs5CSw99_aPC0P0iivpPq6e6wc-1zAQG9guHYXZPzuly3eujpR8M0uQKvfgZNnnemEL8DkSC-J0guCzcOvERCzppbuVsx5GBsYHrhVSSWQEWbfasBEFmvGZbmzNbXEARxo6_e-O9/s320/Austin%2527s+Birth+139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542823978242486114" /></a><br />He had his first BM while he was still inside, so it was pretty gross when they broke my water, but the plus to that was the RT (respiratory therapist) was already there, which was really good considering the cord was wrapped around his neck (contributing to the blueness) so when he didn't breathe after they cut the cord I didn't really freak out because I knew he was in good hands (and the best equipment!) My strongest memories from labor are how glad I was to have such a great support group in there with me! My sister Jan was a rock star - she seriously could be a labor coach, she was so calm and soothing for me :) Also having my my in-laws Tracy and Nicole in there with me was awesome - two nurses! I also remember when I started pushing Kevin's face looked so horrified/grossed out that I yelled at him to get away - move next to me so I couldn't look at his face - it freaked me out! And then, when his head was out the Dr. was trying to twist his shoulders/unwind the cord from his neck and so they were telling me not to push. Well, anyone who's been in labor knows that your body is pretty much taking over, and it's doing what it needs to in order to get the baby out - not pushing is pretty dang hard! Tracy got in my face and told me to pant so that I didn't push (otherwise, he could have broken his shoulder or collarbone, or ripped me up pretty bad.) Now, when I hear the word "pant" I think of Lexi acting like a puppy, so I automatically stuck my tongue out and panted like a dog!! I only did it for about 3 seconds before I realized what I was doing, but it's on tape, and it will forever be there!<br /> All in all, I really couldn't have asked for a better labor and delivery - I had a huge baby without hurting him or myself in the process (well, aside from the bruising.)The bruising went away after about a week, and now he is just so dang cute! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdu3S4RbAnd7rgY96IvnIPtUJLABbkEnOZpMIjib9MbIiimI3J25OoUWuwUpMdJbZYyX5KcvWr9J_AWZZp1U70i4gZqd9Lyq5Fr0gvx7RyprUobiO_cw0dLaeDJ59vJERV_U8I_9t5MwUw/s1600/Austin%2527s+Birth+169.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdu3S4RbAnd7rgY96IvnIPtUJLABbkEnOZpMIjib9MbIiimI3J25OoUWuwUpMdJbZYyX5KcvWr9J_AWZZp1U70i4gZqd9Lyq5Fr0gvx7RyprUobiO_cw0dLaeDJ59vJERV_U8I_9t5MwUw/s320/Austin%2527s+Birth+169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542827334115089362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOz4HgfI7faO1fCkfm7ZGVX2Pu9m1IluZ6FXR6qZGBiQ0UKbc410L4CUd_Nwno5AhpwkQAhXuWgIQ0YGaXPgWAGWhrrobGdem8gR8L5hf8MrF9OptcKYP-Br8y32s65X2PacGYzoDPNEtN/s1600/Austin%2527s+Birth+004.jpg"><img style="float:right; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzh3hhgw_RsvYol0Xj2FJ7yhSfS6hCr_TzyyUL99c8wYL1RD-yfLnNhxetABJAXaG1Joeeprqis89Ra3kWhqcHSAu5G8kjLZNmybrUfGYURzWEaYEuamkbxHVaRj9LUSPoPEYqAyyBeT7/s320/Austin%2527s+Birth+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542828810859940642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4S6lPBycONai8W8j8r4pmtxU3xBso0kbbw1N_-_kPrScigiQubYpxtzWSpvMAZRwROqCBt-iOJEl59a1SApSjmFSa629QCDYTJOj9N4Owt43TUQU9Jj3dSBtVsjS0jV78YZYIn1FwZNf/s1600/Austin%2527s+Birth+009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4S6lPBycONai8W8j8r4pmtxU3xBso0kbbw1N_-_kPrScigiQubYpxtzWSpvMAZRwROqCBt-iOJEl59a1SApSjmFSa629QCDYTJOj9N4Owt43TUQU9Jj3dSBtVsjS0jV78YZYIn1FwZNf/s320/Austin%2527s+Birth+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542828712179079090" /></a><br />He's such a mellow baby - he just goes along for the ride with his sisters who just love him - a little too much sometimes! We are so blessed to have these beautiful, healthy and happy babies, and love being parents. Even with the throw up, dirty diapers and 2 am feedings!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-21020726772445794942010-10-28T14:35:00.000-07:002010-10-28T14:53:09.197-07:00PhrasesSo until I can post the fun and gory details of my labor and delivery of Austin Craig, here is a list of phrases from that time that are sticking out in my mind the most.<br /><br />1. Oh, snap this really hurts! <br />2. You don't mind interns do you? <br />3. Kevin if you answer that phone during one of my contractions again and you are within reaching distance I will punch you.<br />4. No, I don't WANT an epidural!<br />5. Okay, I think I want some IV meds now. <br />6. @$%#^&$%^@#$^*&*)()(%^^%%%&* (Okay, that part was internal, but I admit, it was there!)<br />7. Kevin, you have to move I can't stand the way you look so horrified!<br />8. Push! Wait, don't push! *sob!*<br />9. He's out!<br />10. He's huge!<br /><br />I'll end the list there for now :) I will post the whole thing in a few days!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-27742851230635904872010-09-13T21:22:00.000-07:002010-09-13T21:50:27.740-07:00A Monday ListI haven't blogged in a while. Sorry. But I figure, it's the start of a new week, so I will try, try, try again and we'll see how long it lasts. Because there are lots of little things on my mind, I'm just going to make a list. <br /><br />1. The only guaranteed time that I will get to have to myself the entire day is in the morning, when I take my shower and blow dry my hair. And the morning usually starts one of two ways - Kevin leaves for work and I make myself get out of bed before the girls wake up so that I won't feel guilty and rushed. Or, Kevin leaves for work, I hear feet hit the floor, followed by "Mommy? Where are you?" Then I make myself get out of bed, sneak past their door and into the bathroom, fingers crossed that she won't get lucky and be able to open the door by herself. Then I feel guilty and rushed. Either way, it kind of sucks because I have to get out of bed. <br /><br />2. I made 7 quarts of salsa today. I'm just now finishing the cold pack process, and I'm really glad I didn't burn it. <br /><br />3. I made a pouch sling today. Still shaking my head over the fact that I paid $40 for my first one, that I think got stolen, and that's why I can't find it and why I found the pattern online and made a new one that cost me $10 and an hour of my time. <br /><br />4. Pretty sure that our GPS got stolen at the same time. <br /><br />5. I'm completely in love with my husband. I don't tell him that as much - I say I love you, but I need to remember to tell him that I'm nuts about him too. <br /><br />6. I changed 9 cloth diapers today. <br /><br />7. I Helped Lexi and her "babies" Tigger and Puppy use the potty today. Once, I had to sit in the bathroom for 20 minutes holding Sydney, reading books to all 4 of them. If I didn't show the pictures, Lexi said "Mommy! Puppy didn't see!" <br /><br />8. Washed, dried, folded and put away 5 loads of laundry today. Heck yes. <br /><br />9. I have watched Wonder Pets more than I care to keep count of. Even Kevin keeps whistling the theme song for it .<br /><br />10. I hate to throw away food, even when it wasn't that great and I know it will probably rot in the fridge because no one will eat it, I just can't bring myself to throw it away after I've made it. <br /><br />11. I have eaten 8 mini Twix bars since I brought them home from Target at 6pm - that's like eating 2 1/2 of the full size candy bars. Darn you mini's for making me feel like I'm not eating much. <br /><br />12. I have an OB appointment tomorrow. I will just say that the baby must be gaining weight like a champ because I have no idea where these pounds are coming from! (Refer to #10)<br /><br />13. I have 7 weeks left ( I hope, I hope, I hope that it's not more!) until my due date and I feel like a walking barn. It used to be a walking house, but that invokes images of a cute little house with shutters and flower boxes. Nope, now it's a barn....with a cow in front.Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-413017830777685822010-06-04T16:36:00.000-07:002010-06-04T16:55:21.165-07:00Potato BugSo this morning while Sydney took her nap, Lexi and I went outside to play and pull weeds(which, to a kid I've discovered pulling weeds is like playing! Yay!) I'm really glad I was wearing gloves (in order to squish the unsuspecting but grody looking spiders that randomly run out) because then THIS came up out of the ground, like some freaky alien ant/bee/grasshopper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGo7SWIRB3j1QC-f8pXhF87MTZpzeKft7ehQ8tLdyFmIrhiw-S10fm8tZTPTLXAnPck-rVzLBem5tj809kWx9HgvntyhvIUEh67_0fvvFewxnvwNn-Vzd38WZVyd5Pvf0_OiE3DUpPRIFR/s1600/potato+bug.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGo7SWIRB3j1QC-f8pXhF87MTZpzeKft7ehQ8tLdyFmIrhiw-S10fm8tZTPTLXAnPck-rVzLBem5tj809kWx9HgvntyhvIUEh67_0fvvFewxnvwNn-Vzd38WZVyd5Pvf0_OiE3DUpPRIFR/s320/potato+bug.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479067231905106322" /></a><br />It's called a potato bug, Jerusalem cricket, spawn of Satan, bald devil fetus and earth fetus - to name a few nicknames! They are basically pretty harmless, live under ground, and are omnivores, so both bugs and plants are on the menu. <br />So what did I do when I pulled up the weed and the potato bug came crawling out? What any normal (relatively) mom would do - I called for Lexi to come and look at it while I tried to keep it from disappearing back under the overgrowth and then potentially dig itself far far away from me! Lexi stared at it with a mix of interest and revulsion, but wouldn't get close enough to <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> look at it, so I ran into the house and grabbed a mason jar to trap it. <span style="font-style:italic;">Then</span> she really looked at it and man was it interesting! Those things are so freaky looking, but I don't want her to have bug phobias, so I introduce bugs at every possible opportunity, along with teaching her how to squish the bad ones. <br />All of this leads to my story with the potato bug when I was 16. One summer I worked for a couple in our ward at their ranch, doing whatever they had for me - weeding, cleaning, hoeing, etc. Basically manual labor at its finest! One day I was weeding up this big patch of ground, when my hoe brought to light a potato bug! It wasn't like the picture, this one had been underground so long it turned into an albino, so it was very pale and HUGE, like 4 inches long I kid you not. Just like Lexi, I stared at it with fascination and revulsion, until I decided I needed to get back to work, and it was just going to keep grossing me out. So I chopped at it with my hoe, but it only separated the front from the main body and here is the super gross part - the head turned on itself and started ripping the body (the part with stripes) apart with these ginormous mandibles!! I almost threw up, but then just chopped it into little bits (sadistic I know, but it went against the laws of nature!) and covered it with dirt and went on about my day - not to really be thought about until we found another one this morning. To be nice, we let it go and covered it up with dirt, partly because I don't want Lexi to be sadistic and squish bugs just because they look gross, and also because I didn't want to throw up if it ate itself like the last time! Lexi then ran off to her sandbox and I decided I was done with weeding for the morning.Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-81885602823501806302010-06-01T22:37:00.000-07:002010-06-01T22:49:13.055-07:00Happy ThingsSince last night, and then all throughout this day, I have been thinking about things that make me happy. Isn't it funny how just thinking about the things that make you happy, can actually make you happy? It started last night, when Sydney woke up at about 10:30, so I got her a bottle and went in the girls' room to tuck her back in. As she lay there drinking her bottle with her eyes closed I rubbed her cheek, and then she reached up with both chubby little hands and just held my hand (pinky in the left, index with the right) just happy to be close. Of course I had to get her out of the crib and snuggle her for about 10 minutes after that! So I think that will start my list<br />1. Snuggling with my girls after they've gone to bed and are half asleep. I sneak in their room all the time and just watch them sleep, and I can never resist picking them up and rocking them. <br />2. Hanging out on the couch with Kevin with our legs wrapped up watching a movie, tv, playing a game, heck I don't care what we're doing as long as we get some 1 on 1 time!<br />3. Watching the girls learn new things, whether it's Lexi being able to jump off of something and not get hurt, or when Sydney learns a new babble or when she figured out how to play peekaboo.<br />4. Showing Lexi bugs for the first time - she thinks they are really cool now. <br />5. Doing my nails. I really enjoy being able to give myself a manicure and a pedicure - I like going to get them done too, but there is something really relaxing about the whole process when I do it myself. <br />6. Plucking eyebrows - weird, I know, but I like to pluck other peoples brows - not mine because well, it hurts and I always get a little obsessed with them. <br />7. Baths, but only in big tubs, like my sister Tiff's or in my parents claw foot tub. Any other ones just make me feel ginormous and chubby.<br /><br />There are about a billion things that make me happy, but for now that's all I have time for, because it's late and I need to hit the hay - Oh! That's another one!<br />8. Clean sheets (which I just put on my bed) and a freshly made bed......ahhhh.....Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336599579761607382.post-64660527223152223392010-05-17T11:43:00.000-07:002010-05-17T11:58:05.682-07:00What a day....and it's not even noon yetYou would think, that since I woke up facing this (fyi, I don't always have this many dishes, but I cleaned out my fridge and all the little science experiments growing in it).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHurcrvHnqzGoyWsNdYAmuF-6a67iVlcGTRW01ZclPem79LMzkjTPkKKI4BIEb0MbfiVVCVQqTuB1XKgYS00weRwklSIVZaKCcmFtz_lySOpEC0zu-ksvmk0JtDDZhRFxzr4-kacWVMVQ/s1600/crappy+day++2010+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHurcrvHnqzGoyWsNdYAmuF-6a67iVlcGTRW01ZclPem79LMzkjTPkKKI4BIEb0MbfiVVCVQqTuB1XKgYS00weRwklSIVZaKCcmFtz_lySOpEC0zu-ksvmk0JtDDZhRFxzr4-kacWVMVQ/s320/crappy+day++2010+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472312285842382450" /></a><br /><br />And this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbeO0pzGDzFqcslvVSB_2ZOd3bttNdyEX1tSWAh0z_Ho8CoZimhVpsEU8utIKorZY77xbG5yUVol4srO-tDYj2_NzND_7Ia0hCptwQn4WCQu5r8_reFjLaYr_A5OiymW4XdwjWH74NsrO/s1600/crappy+day++2010+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbeO0pzGDzFqcslvVSB_2ZOd3bttNdyEX1tSWAh0z_Ho8CoZimhVpsEU8utIKorZY77xbG5yUVol4srO-tDYj2_NzND_7Ia0hCptwQn4WCQu5r8_reFjLaYr_A5OiymW4XdwjWH74NsrO/s320/crappy+day++2010+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472312530863470674" /></a><br /><br />AND this (dirty cloth diapers to be washed and rinsed throughout the day!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UCOrdMCO0SJigp73JthtubhXZfuSQcwzl1iaikzgqqDD4r9hXxE0O4BgE4-n2R1FSdPI5NN2sGxndxao-Y2Wg8DGdYBHykNwALImDHqHGeZqtjjwdC9eESBF-XHFk-0e06ErM97fu29h/s1600/crappy+day++2010+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UCOrdMCO0SJigp73JthtubhXZfuSQcwzl1iaikzgqqDD4r9hXxE0O4BgE4-n2R1FSdPI5NN2sGxndxao-Y2Wg8DGdYBHykNwALImDHqHGeZqtjjwdC9eESBF-XHFk-0e06ErM97fu29h/s320/crappy+day++2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472312738832245618" /></a><br /><br />Not to forget these two, who require every second of my attention (unless I can distract them with food and Kipper the Dog....I love Kipper with all my heart)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSwDjHUrEcAj_ZPilMMS7QslKAbXl8Jev7Hy5gVEfmqvcA7rMaQ9vHmtftUjA9RNWQSAuVcKBb49hgiOUeWX7jZtGTEOWY_z-S-hF_riGY7swx_2nzQ7f5bBItf4cVmETsgtcUAvw6wji/s1600/crappy+day++2010+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSwDjHUrEcAj_ZPilMMS7QslKAbXl8Jev7Hy5gVEfmqvcA7rMaQ9vHmtftUjA9RNWQSAuVcKBb49hgiOUeWX7jZtGTEOWY_z-S-hF_riGY7swx_2nzQ7f5bBItf4cVmETsgtcUAvw6wji/s320/crappy+day++2010+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472313075292777954" /></a><br /><br />All those things in mind, plus calling the dermatologist for Kevin and the other 1,000 little things I do all day, you would think that it would be horribly unfair for anything else to happen. And it was,oh it was unfair that Sydney decided to greet me with this when she woke up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzS3XmeZTujnGqDiZPu3tkgmSQ_AF2L6CFfp_BHYDFuibi58vYG1wLVe3JgqMKFCgAqKSPTZh-Im_pNBwiBs6tRTtN9ZhTC-1u0ruFKKOTYh1n_V3iEoIShq4doCwiw5Zxs13YJ92btEjA/s1600/crappy+day++2010+013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzS3XmeZTujnGqDiZPu3tkgmSQ_AF2L6CFfp_BHYDFuibi58vYG1wLVe3JgqMKFCgAqKSPTZh-Im_pNBwiBs6tRTtN9ZhTC-1u0ruFKKOTYh1n_V3iEoIShq4doCwiw5Zxs13YJ92btEjA/s320/crappy+day++2010+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472313696132763170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgViiDV7ezck1NTbaS5R55oNihwje4D0Dcbfjzjbt_9PofTl5hNbgujakTbTejpv6jnSP6yNpqMUy4PolUkYgvkESldMZ46aYSVM2B4NkkdmaDCf6f0YtEnVntxBdpIf5PhV9WqCgcg-MRd/s1600/crappy+day++2010+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgViiDV7ezck1NTbaS5R55oNihwje4D0Dcbfjzjbt_9PofTl5hNbgujakTbTejpv6jnSP6yNpqMUy4PolUkYgvkESldMZ46aYSVM2B4NkkdmaDCf6f0YtEnVntxBdpIf5PhV9WqCgcg-MRd/s320/crappy+day++2010+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472313673670834722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCG0SIQa_fUh7aK4Ts0TdvBLP8w5aybg842Atwaf2IE8IJ4Hc-38wAzjwe-RpSctqNQ8ulOmarmx1dZ5b9mNWolEHBW2eJtFhCTOkbtkEPuqkQoqLwOTz9JVqgeWz-x_7HYimqB3fjGtnD/s1600/crappy+day++2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCG0SIQa_fUh7aK4Ts0TdvBLP8w5aybg842Atwaf2IE8IJ4Hc-38wAzjwe-RpSctqNQ8ulOmarmx1dZ5b9mNWolEHBW2eJtFhCTOkbtkEPuqkQoqLwOTz9JVqgeWz-x_7HYimqB3fjGtnD/s320/crappy+day++2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472313663087599570" /></a><br /><br />I was up at 7:30, showered and working on my medical transcription when they woke up at 9:15. They were both laughing and happy, so I left them alone until I was done with the chapter I was working on, so about 9:40 I went in to get them and was greeted by two smiling girls, one was clean and one was covered in poo - and laughing. Nary a tear or wail from her, she must have just felt better from getting it all out! So to keep my sanity, I laughed. And gagged. And opened the windows and grabbed the camera. Then I put them both in the tub and scrubbed em! Then I cleaned the crib and put all the sheets in the washer. And my husband wonders why he sometimes comes home to a house that's dirty. I think I really took those pictures as evidence of what I do all day!! Now that I've shared my days grossness with you, I must go finish cleaning. Ta!Becky and Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316297805070304233noreply@blogger.com8