tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43160772148510000142024-03-04T23:20:13.156-08:00Brad Brit and MilesBrad BritBrittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.comBlogger437125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-3497449232348303182015-04-14T09:27:00.001-07:002015-04-14T18:26:08.609-07:00Not the same....So.. I think that was for sure a record for longest streak of not writing on my blog. Wow. I had a friend say once that Instagram killed her blog. That statement could not be more true for me. Instant journaling, no need to sit down and type things. So Instagram is just not the same as a blog. Well, for me I need a little writing here and there, but I will say that becoming pregnant killed my blog. I found out I was pregnant in mid December and have been chronically tired/ill since then. I finally got some meds around 14 weeks and they helped the vomiting. I puked a lot less with this baby than with Miles that is for sure. Miles it was a lot of puking. This baby has been just so tired and nauseous but only a puke here and there. In the first trimester I don't puke until about 11 weeks, same went with Miles. My situation is completely different this time around as far as what I am doing but this one has been hard because I have to take care of Miles....and Brad. I have done the dishes 1 time since becoming pregnant. Thank you Brad. :) I have made maybe 3 real meals, and I can't eat onions or salsa or I am very sick for like 24 hours and have to eat tums and take a pepcid and drink carbonation and I still burp five thousand trillion times and still feel like my throat is burning and I need to puke. So...I love onions and its rough without them. Same went with Miles. I crave.....fruit smoothies, hamburgers (in the first trimester) now not really at all. Chocolate is not good to me at all, I try to like it but it tastes like nothing. I crave fruity jelly candies like sour patch watermelons (my favorite candy anyway) and hot tamales. I don't crave anything weird that I normally don't like. So nothing too exciting in the craving areas.<br />
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We ate out like 4 times a week in the first trimester because I would spend my days on the couch and food just made me ill, I ate 3 meals of cereal every day. I wonder what goes on in my body that makes me so sick. Its really annoying when people don't get sick when they are pregnant. When I am pregnant I will tell you this is my last baby, then when I deliver I think, "I can do that again".<br />
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found out we are having a girl which is right around when I started feeling better so it was a really good happiness turning point in my pregnancy. Went from not really realizing I was having another sweet baby to it becoming more real.<br />
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Brad got Junior AOA (a high achieving award based on grades, research, and extra curricular activities-basically National Honor Society of Med school, and only top 8% in the class are awarded Junior AOA) It sorta kinda maybe made all of med school stress and grades and step worth it. Sorta. :) May I add that this was such a blessing and we have known all along that he has been so blessed in every class and rotation to be able to do so well. He always says he has angels helping him. When he was being awarded at a banquet I thought back to how hard med school has been on both Brad and I, I thought of him driving me home from the hospital and dropping my mom off at the airport because I delivered late, and then dropping me off at home, I sat on the couch, he sat Miles in my lap and left to the library to go study. Then I cried. My first day home with a new baby and I'm alone in this new city with no one to call, no one beside me and my first time as a mom. That's pretty much how 2 years went by. Brad was around at times but it was always, "Okay gotta go study". Does that sound horrible? Ha! It was in some ways, but in other ways I think it prepped me for how life is going to go, residency and life of a doctor are no cake walk, but if Brad gets home before 5 its a nice surprise. Although, 3rd year has been a dream comparatively. Of course he still has to do well in his rotations but its more hands on doing what he likes, so he is happier and he only has 1 test every 8 weeks. So not so stressed all the time in the Clark household.<br />
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So first two years were hard, but I learned a lot. We learned a lot as a family and couple being away from family and I have made amazing friends that help lessen the load. So AOA was nice. A nice oh that was worth it feeling. AOA will make Brad very competitive for his residencies. It will get him the interview anywhere he wants and the rest is up to him. I mean...who can resist freckles combo-ed with dimples right?<br />
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I don't even know who reads my blog anymore but I just journal to journal so if you are still reading then you must be SUPER bored today. JK JK.<br />
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So Brad decided his 'career choice'. If you think going to med school is your choice think again. The real choosing comes in med school. There are so many options of WHAT doctor you can be. Brad always always said, Orthopedic Surgery. You know bones and joints and what not. They do knees, shoulders, ankles etc, and his brother is an Orthopod. LOL thats not a real word but it sounds good. So his brother does Ortho and Brad has always said, there is nothing else I like, there is nothing else I would do. I remember one night we were laying in bed. (OH HI baby kicking the computer. Love you). We were laying in bed and I said, "Somebody asked me what you were going to do today and I said Ortho and it felt really weird so I started naming all of these other things that I don't think you like but it felt weird to say Ortho, like I was lying to them." He responded with, "Well I am 100% Ortho, so you can tell everyone that is what I am doing". Then I said, "Well I don't think you are going to do Ortho, I get that weird feeling when I say you are doing it."<br />
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Wahbam! I was right. After he started third year he really liked Ortho rotation. He liked the surgeries but then he noticed an Interventional Radiologist doing a surgery (I'm not sure of the exact situation). But they just came in did a quick procedure/minimally invasive surgery using digital imaging technology and spent 15 minutes and they were done. Where as these other surgeons were going on and on for 5 or more hours. So he realized #1 he didn't love the intricate tedious surgery. #2 he didn't love clinic-he was good at it, but it drained him to talk to all of these people and he wasn't happy after.<br />
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So....IR (interventional radiologists) get to do surgeries and don't have clinic. Wahlah. Bingo. Whazam. It took him a few weeks to 'decide'. That means he watched like 59595959 videos of surgeries on youtube and read everything there is to read about it. He had to make sure it was a good field for the long term. There are always rumors flying around about dying field etc. But, I think he has had several experiences shadowing and what not where he knows its right for him, in the sense that he felt its what he is supposed to do, not only for his personality but for his destiny of sorts. :)<br />
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So that was an interesting path. I had never even heard of IR until 3rd year of med school. It was a new thing. So they do all sorts of surgeries from head to toe, all minimally invasive and using digital imaging. From removing fluid from a newborn's lungs, to burning out brain tumors in the middle of the brain. Those I am sure have technical names in which I can't ever remember nor do I try to remember. I am married to a medical brain and I am the ABSOLUTE opposite of a medical brain. How does he live with me!? I just have to have a strong sense of self and realize that my skill sets are not medical. I could probably do CPR if I had to..and thats the cap of my medical knowledge.<br />
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So if someone calls me telling me all their symptoms and says, "What do you think Brad would say?" I for sure don't whip out a diagnosis. I say, "Here is Brad, I have no idea." I am married to him doesn't mean I know anything that he knows, he doesn't come home and teach me what he learned that day. Thankfully. My brain is already fried rice. And I may point out that 3 years of medical school don't make you a doctor. 4 years make you a doctor but even at that point.....you still have (in Brads case) 6 years left before you are an official 'doctor'. So..it takes time.<br />
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Wow I got distracted. So IR. He chose it. Yay. That means we have one year of an intern year which could be separate or together with his remaining 5 years of residency. 2 of Diagnostic Radiology and 3 of Interventional Radiology. 6 years total. He begins applying this summer I believe and he interviews beginning in late September through October. He is planning on doing an away rotation (4 weeks) for the entire month of September.<br />
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I always said this baby was going to be different. I said, " I don't want to be pregnant during the summer and I want you around for like a month after I have the baby." So he leaves Aug 29 and I am due Aug 18. And I am pregnant all summer. So.....I just ate my words like a sandwich.<br />
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I just know I can't be alone again, and if I have to call my 3rd cousin to come stay with me for a week I will. Its not a matter of "Oh Brittany you can come hang out with me" Its a matter of I need someone with me to talk to and to help me not feel alone at night and even during the day. So.. I need someone to stay with me.<br />
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I would go home if I could and maybe I will for the last two weeks, but traveling with a brand new baby always freaks me out with airborne illnesses and what not. I would rather keep the baby home safe and sound.<br />
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So we are in a fun spot right now, about to finish 3rd year of medical school and start 4th year full of interviewing and deciding what your top choices are. Then in March of 2016 we will open a letter that will tell us where we matched, or where we are going to be spending our next 6 years of life. I really enjoy looking for housing at all of Brad's top school choices. Its just fun. Some of his choices we would have to rent an apt probably less nice than here because they are big cities and some places we could buy a nice house. So there are pros and cons there, but ultimately I think Brad just wants to find a good fit that feels right. So, I'll be patient and in the mean time I'll look at zillow.<br />
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Oh, another happening. I started working customer support for Chatbooks in October of 14. It was a really good thing for me, and I can work my own hours at my own time. Not to mention I love it and its perfect for me. Which I think kills my blog too, because I spend all this time on the computer now in all of my spare time just working and that makes me not want to spend any other time on the computer, nor do I really have time to just surf around now. Any spare time I have, I am working for Chatbooks. Which I love and it has been a huge blessing in so many ways.<br />
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Miles is growing up and I need to seriously write in his baby book. I have not done a thing in the past 5 months being pregnant. I always say...oh I need to write that down. Then never do. I feel less guilty about it though because I have 2 Instagram accounts in which I flood with pictures and what we are doing so that is a really good sense of journaling. I also take thousands of videos so once I get those to DVDS we will be all set.<br />
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Well there was a quick Clark update. Until next time.<br />
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-29342943396369403212014-10-07T05:47:00.001-07:002014-10-07T05:47:55.885-07:00Miles 2 years old!<div style="text-align: center;">
I guess I have been putting this off for some reason. Not because I don't want to do it, but just because I don't want him to keep growing. I feel like I am overwhelmed with trying to remember each adorable thing he does, I can't remember him when he was 1, I only remember him right now, and I have to empty the pictures off my phone, and my computer because I try to remember him by taking thousands of videos and pictures. Man...it makes me sad to think of him growing up right before my eyes. </div>
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Before I talk about my little cheeky bear, lets take a walk through his second year of life.</div>
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September 2013-started getting into everything (been walking for 3 months but started being so energetic)</div>
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October 2013-camping-longest night of my life-where we also froze. He loved being outside.</div>
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November 2013-loves to be silly, taking dad's hat and putting it back on dad.</div>
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December 2013-Christmas was a little overwhelming and he had no idea what was going on, but he hit anyone who tried to get on his car.</div>
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Jan 2014-having 5 guys with friends</div>
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Feb 2014-I cant be sure but I think he was sick in this picture.</div>
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March 2014-March he broke my heart and went to nursery, but also made church not so dreadful-just chasing him around most of the time. Now he could enjoy it too.</div>
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April 2014-we travelled to AZ for Brads conference. He slept in this dainty mini crib and was recovering from croup.</div>
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April 2014-loves all sorts of games with dad, including their "MOM you forgot some laundry" Then I tickle him and he thinks its hilarious.</div>
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May 2014-Playing with bestie William at the park, where they found a mud puddle shortly after and William got drenched and Miles laughed his head off at him but wouldnt get in.</div>
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June 2014-visiting Utah for our summer break, lovin on the green grass (Lubbock doesn't have that)</div>
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June 2014 Saying goodbye to him before our cruise-he wasn't really into it.</div>
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July 2014-4th of July Parade in Lubbock-he loved all the eeeohs</div>
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July 2014-he started getting the hang of picking up candy but mostly picked up trash and brought it to us.</div>
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August 2014-ran my triathlon and he spent a week or more of awful puking and sickness from Utah-probably from drinking all of the pool water at Lava.</div>
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So after that walk through his year. I have hopefully documented his stages in thousands of videos that fill up my hard drives-but I guess I will talk about what he does now. What makes him unique and special. What makes him Miles. What makes him my little punkies. </div>
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I call him, toosh, cheeky bear loves, cheeks, baby bearsies, baby bear, punkies, punks, (short for pumpkin (i think)) babies, babes, baby, love, lovesies. </div>
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He says so many things, but he didn't talk a lot of sense until just recently. He mostly just jumbled. But he started saying ya when he was 1 year old, but we were a little concerned and I work with him a lot on words and talking, and we talk a lot when we are together, but ultimately I just came to the conclusion that he will talk eventually, and not that he doesnt talk, he jibberishes like you would not believe. He thinks he is carrying on a whole conversation with you, but actually understanding him is a different story. So, I think he has a mix of Brad and I's personality-hes feisty and quick to anger like me, but yet he's chill and solemn at times like Brad. I think he doesn't talk a lot, and that's his personality. Like Brad. My next child will be speaking in sentences at 18 months and we wont get them to stop-like me. </div>
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Regardless here is his repertoire of words/phrases:</div>
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mom, dad, rock, shoe, apple, apple gaga (sauce), apple juice, gahgee (any sport), ball, watamelon, he calls all bugs "bee" but not because we dont try to tell him otherwise, but because they buzz and he makes the bee sound for buzzing, wawa (water), car, gahguy (pretty much everything he cant pronounce) his favorite thing to say and we copy it and laugh about it all the time- "ohhhhhh guhguy", beebuh (Jesus) gug (Greg my brother in law) Abby, Gaga (William), all wet, (and of course the obvious) uh oh, no, ya, yep, and most recently-yesh (it seems to me he has a double lisp) So instead of saying snake, he says "Shhhake" So for s sounds he says shhh. Its cute right now, and will be until he is like....five. :) (Brad also had this from watching home videos-so we weren't surprised upon hearing it)</div>
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He has a night light big gnome in his room and he turns it on and off and says, "Buhbye gnome" Hi! gnome!" He says moon, and he says all the animal sounds and has been for quite some time. He also calls a lot of things by their sound/song- Star he calls "up above" (twinkle twinkle little star) Bus he calls "round and round" (Wheels on the bus) And of course all ambulances-fire trucks-police cars-construction trucks with light up lights he calls eee ohs. Buh bye ee oh. He also says, "Shhee Shee (I see)______ then whatever he sees. When he wants Brad to take him to me, he says Shee Shee Mommy. And sometimes I think he says more than we know because of his dang double lisp. Which is adorable (and developmentally ok until they are like 6-and usually it is from the anatomy of their mouth-my school's speech pathologist taught me that because I had a sweet boy who had it in Kindergarten)</div>
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He knows these letters very well-and I'm not just saying this-trust me I am an absolute pro when it comes to testing children with their letters-I have showed him these letters in all different contexts-next to other letters, and out of order, in writing them, in foam letters, in fabric letters, in magnetic letters, recognizing them when we are out and about-so he knows them, and everyday he learns more and more. </div>
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A, I, Y, E, O, B, C, S</div>
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and he says M ish for Mileshhh (Like I said he has a shhh sound for s)</div>
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Hes obsessed with: Soccer, and baseball, and all types of balls, he didn't have a football (that was true to size-until his birthday and he has been sleeping with it ever since. He sleeps with a ball every night. He cries to play gahgee with dad every night. He screams gahgee as we drag him away from the tball. He can hit the tball so far, and he is starting to break things with his tball skills.<br />
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He runs everywhere, and he even has a trot he does mostly everywhere as well. He is sorta spazzy, which I would say is from me but I can show you Brad's home videos and I will say its from Brad-the only difference is he grew out of his spaz phase, and I am still in mine, for example I was standing in heels the other day talking and all the sudden just standing there I tripped (how that is possible I don't know) and I had to grab my friend to stabilize myself. All she said, was "wow-what happened?" So I hope he has Brad's spazziness, meaning he will grow out of it. But he is really like me in that when he is running into the kitchen he hits his arm on the wall, and says "Ow." Then I do the exact same thing walking. So....ya. Spazzes for life. He can kick a soccer ball like nobody's business, and loves dad to say, "He lines up for the free kick!" He says, "Nooo" when I try to say it, or play with him. Dad's game. Not mine. He loves being tickled and chased, and I do that to him all day long and so he is always peeking around corners smiling in the chase me smile-then I stop what I am doing and get him. He loves playing with his cars and trucks and he got a whole haul of them for his birthday (I just bought a used lot of like 300 on Ebay, and didn't even give him all of them) But he could play with them all day. He is so good at cleaning up, he loves picking everything up and putting it away, and I never have to ask him more than once, he just does it. His nursery leaders tell me the same thing, he is just a clean freak I guess (NOT) He eats his breakfast on the couch everyday-waffle-fruit (usually blackberries-his favorite food) and yogurt drink. While he plays cars/watches cartoons in between.<br />
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On the day of his birthday I decided to forget everything I needed to make the cake. So I ran to Costco to pick up pictures, then I ran to United to get him Balloons, one Football (gahkee) and one sports Happy Birthday one (which I could have just stopped there and that would have completed his birthday. We see them every time we go to United and he asks for them) then as we were driving home we pass the Eeeohs every time we drive home, so this day I decided I should give him the best birthday excitement of all time. We visited it the fire station, his second time ever. The fireman are always so nice and act like he is the celebrity, and they let him drive, turn on the lights, look through the heat finder of people binoculars thingy, and overall they are the nicest people on earth. (Well I have yet to meet a meanie head)</div>
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He of course was star struck. He just stood here for awhile, and I have some joys in my life, and one of them is seeing him being overjoyed at small things, small free things like visiting a fire station.</div>
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This probably could have been the point where we stopped for his birthday because he was seriously the happiest person in the world. But he doesn't show it, he is his father's son when it comes to emotions (well sometimes-except tantrums, I think he is my son when it comes to anger) he just had a stone cold face the entire time, and I kept telling the firefighters he is obsessed with fire trucks and he says, "Hi EEohs" Everytime we pass, and then "Bye Eeohs" when he can't see them anymore, and if he sees one he gasps a huge gasp and says, OHHHH Eeoh! He also gets distraught when the garage door is down of the eeohs, on rainy or bad weather days. Winter is going to be rough when we drive by, he also asks to see the Eeohs even when we aren't going to drive by, so sometimes I will detour just so he can see them. He can spot an eeoh <b><span style="font-size: large;">miles</span></b> away. (I really like when I use his name, not as his name) Speaking of which a girl at the grocery store asked me his name and I told her and she said, "Is that his real name? Not a nickname"</div>
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First off, nobody has a nickname like Miles-if they have a nickname it is one syllable or easy to say, Miles is not a nick name. Mile, could be a nickname, or MY, or MYMY, or some people call him Miley-that is a nick name.</div>
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I responded with, "Nope, believe it or not, its his REAL name."</div>
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No my friends, Everglade, is a terrible name, not Miles.</div>
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As we entered the car of course the sports balloon was sucked out and you know how you chase after balloons? Well I was holding Miles, and my keys and I couldn't wrap my head around chasing after this balloon which was still pretty much dragging on the ground...I thought any second now its going to be ripped up into the sky, but it didn't it sagged across the street, and then I was like, OKAY I totally could have gotten that like 50 times, but is it too late now? And so we just stared at it and I thought Miles would be sad but he as I held him and we looked at the floating $5 balloon he whispered, "Buhbye" Like it was such a good parting. Like it was meant to be, like he understood that balloon needed to be free.</div>
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So upon returning home from the grocery store ( I made the cake the day before) I started making frosting realizing I needed like 10xs the amount of powdered sugar. So Miles being in his crib for 1 1/2 hours and still kicking the wall like crazy, I decided to grab him and run back to United.</div>
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Then we got home around 2:30 and he was so tired so I just went ahead and put him in his crib, everytime I put him in he says, "Buhbye". I kiss him and tousle his hair then say buhbye back. Sometimes when he is playing in a room I will come in and he will close the door on me and say, "Buhbye" Like Mom please leave I don't need you. So I usually do, he never does anything mischievous he just goes back to playing (I have a video monitor in his room). </div>
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I woke him up singing happy birthday, and gave him his favorite breakfast.</div>
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Someday I'll do a blog post of all of these pictures I have, the flash on my camera does not sit well with his eyelids.</div>
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Blackberries: Fav food EVER.</div>
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I wanted to go low key this year, so this was the extend of my decor. I made that banner last year, and changed the stickers from jungle animals to bikes to fit the transportation theme.</div>
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I had a hard time deciding on the cake, so I went to Hobby Lobby hoping for some inspiration and this was the only firetruck sticker I could find, and I thought it was PERFECT for the cake. So I painted some kabob sticks white and hung some fuzzy streamers behind it and placed the red 2 candle and 2 long white stick candles behind the cake. (Yes I know he had to blow out three candles but I couldn't just let him blow out 1)</div>
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I bought car wrapping paper on Amazon for $15 dollars. It only wrapped this much. I really wonder where I got confused thinking I was getting a Costco sized roll. At the dollar store I found pretty much the same vehicle wrapping paper, double the quantity, for $1. </div>
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Here he is with his pizza on a fork, because he had just woken up from his nap right before the party (at 6 PM) we are on a late nap schedule.</div>
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If you want a flashback Friday. Holy smokes he had NO hair. And he has not had a hair cut yet in his life. This is just all he had.</div>
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Amazing what 1 year can do. Hair!</div>
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He carried this present around the whole party.</div>
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We have been preparing for birthdays, ever since my birthday in August he has been singing it, and now he full on sings it to himself. TO MILE I guess is who he really is singing it to.</div>
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He got some great presents, and it didn't feel like I had gotten him that much then....I went into the closet one day and realized...wow, I'm probably good for his birthday. I was so excited for it though so I started in like June.</div>
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His friends mostly unwrapped all his presents. He just thought it was great everyone was there.</div>
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A little friend kept taking his presents away from him and he kept hitting them and Brad kept putting him in time out. I want to say, he stands up for himself, and that's what I like about him, I also want to say, we are working on hitting.</div>
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So pictured here you will see a truck that carries 40 CARS!! A Texas Tech soft Football (which we have slept with pretty much every night) Fire truck hoodie, which I realized is not my style and returned it-I bought it so I don't feel bad about it-I'm really crazy when it comes to liking clothes. I want to like things like that, but then when Brad says "Put a jacket on him" That wasn't the one I reached for.......like 10 times, so I told Brad I was returning it and he said, "Ya I knew that wasn't your style." I'm not like rich or anything, but I have a very basic no nonsense style, I like solids, stripes, and certain things, but anyway, I have a picky style. NUF said.</div>
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You also will see Alpha-Bots which Grandma got him. They are letters that transform, and honestly he hasn't gotten into the transforming yet, but he loves these stinkin things and puts them back in their plastic container spot (Which most people throw away) and taking them out again.<br />
Also we got him a doodle pad, which surprisingly are very expensive-who knew? You know the magnetic writer things. Also he got a Melissa and Doug Vehicles Sticker book, and A ball shooter from Abby & Co, and A lego Motorcycle Police Bike, and a set of 5 Hot Wheels, and a BOX of Ebay Lot Hot Wheels.<br />
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Our photographer is as always Julie, and she started with Miles' newborns, and she has never let us down. Despite Miles just wanting to run the entire time.....we got some good shots. Or should I say...she got some good shots. I want to blow up about 18 of them, so that will be tricky narrowing it down. Don't mind that some of them look like Brad and I's engagement photos-this is our new chapter with children who won't stick around for the pics. The first one he was just flat out confused, once he figured out what was going on-he was done. You will see that.</div>
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-24840505572901069032014-08-18T10:43:00.002-07:002014-08-18T11:07:07.249-07:00Running an Olympic Triathlon: My Side of the Story<div style="text-align: center;">
So, lets start from the very beginning. I get a text from Sally as I am driving home from Utah around Christmas time. She says, "Hey we are doing a triathlon in August want to do it with us!?"</div>
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I respond, "Heck YES! That sounds like a blast."</div>
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STOP: I had no bleeping idea what I was agreeing to.</div>
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She then proceeds to tell me the distances-1 Mile swim, 25 mile bike, 6.2 mile run.</div>
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I still think its a brilliant idea. I think what made me think it was a good idea is the fact that it was so far away. I'm saying and agreeing to this in early January, right after I have eaten so many sweets and goodies I just look down at my bloated self and say, this will be just right to get me in shape.</div>
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STOP: I had no bleeping clue how much work it was going to be.</div>
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Around April I tell Sally to pass on a small 3 days a week workout to prep me for the real training starting in late May. I start running a mile here and there, biking 5 miles here and there at the gym, (I don't own a road bike YET) I get a gym pass that has daycare so I can work out during the day-kill some time while Brad is step studying. I tell people I am running a triathlon. I don't even know what I am saying, I just deep down am hoping I don't ever REALLY have to do it. Like I'll break my foot or something. Unfortunately and fortunately that wish didn't come true, and fortunately I did run the Triathlon in the end.</div>
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STOP: I did sports in high school, basketball, track, volleyball, dance and cheer. I like competing. I like working for things. This helped me have a goal.</div>
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So starting in May came the real workouts-which became quite difficult considering Brad was literally never home before dark, and I needed to start running, biking outside, and there is no pool here where there is daycare at an affordable price-so I swim at Texas Tech-when Brad is home. So Brad would leave 1 hour a day for Miles and I, and that was from about 5:30-6:30 to eat dinner. So I started to workout during that time. It was not fun on our family-at all. But somehow we did it. Sally found a bike for me in AZ, and shipped it to me, I cleaned out my special stash of savings money from little side businesses I do-in my Paypal and my bank account (Separate from Brad) roughly 1200 dollars for a bike.</div>
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STOP: Now I have to do this.</div>
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All the while Sally and Greg own like 6 bikes between the 2 of them, and they go on leisurely 50 mile bike rides EVERY DAY-well maybe once a week. But still-I wasn't a biker. They told me what to buy to fit my bike all up and ready, saddle bag (What the HORSE), water bottles, pump, helmet, pedals, biking attire, bike rack, and so that I could go alone-a bike trailer. There goes another $300 PLUS. So this isn't a cheap endeavor-at all. Now I'm really in this. Oh not to mention flights to Phx (Which I bought with Southwest points anyway ;) , and the hotel while we are there, and registration, and insurance in case I bail out.</div>
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Working out everyday Monday-Saturday was tricky. Sometimes I did a really hard workout, like running 4 miles, or biking 15 miles, or swimming 16 laps. Some days I didn't have time, I would run a mile in 8 Minutes, or bike 5 miles with the bike trailer. I did what I could providing I really didn't have a spouse during that time, and I had a toddler.</div>
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June we went on a cruise, then we went to Utah, then Seattle & Portland, then back to Utah. My working out during that was sporadic and maybe 3 times a week. We came back to Utah beginning of July and that is when I was really able to work out hard. Brad was in school but he was home at 5 most days, and I got in a couple long bikes, and really long swims, and runs in July. Again, working out everyday for 2 hours is difficult when you are single and have no obligations. I had Miles, and a house and husband to take care of, and like 15 side things going on-businesses and what not. But somehow I was able to get the job done. Probably my house was a disaster, my child neglected, and frozen meals a go to, my husband and I off of sync. But we did it. There were times when I wanted to give up, stop working out, spend time with my family instead of swimming, biking and running, but I didn't I kept at it. And it paid off.</div>
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Brad said to me at one point, "You know Brit, I am really surprised-when you said you were going to do a triathlon I didn't think you really would do it. But you are, good job."</div>
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Talk about motivation right there. Well thanks honey, you think I'm a lazy pants, but I gave you a startle when I actually got off my bootie ta frutie, and did this. I'm so glad I could impress you so easily.</div>
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We visited Dallas about 3 weeks before my triathlon. We were staying with friends in Ft. Worth, and I decided to go on a 5 mile run that morning. I got up before everyone else and started off. I ran for a good 4 miles and the last mile of it was off the road on bumpy uneven grass. My ankle started searing with pain. Shooting terrible pain. I just started to bawl. I couldn't even walk. All I could think about were the hours and hours of training, and sacrificing, and money I had put into running this tri, all to be thrown away with an injury.</div>
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I kept trying to walk on it, and walked on the road instead, it started feeling better, not so terribly bad. I texted Brad to come get me, but he didn't respond, so I just kept walking. I was only a mile from home.</div>
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STOP: I have had several ankle injuries throughout my life, and once in college I injured it during an intramural basketball game. Thinking it was a sprain I just continued throughout my life, icing and bracing it but still playing on it. After about 6 months it still had shooting pain, so I decided to see a surgeon about it. Turns out it was fractured, and the ligaments were/are badly stretched and he suggested surgery to fix them. I wasn't on board so we decided to do 3-6 months of physical therapy. I did the therapy and exercises at home and didn't have anymore problems with it.</div>
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Running on the uneven grass, must have knocked something loose, undoing all of my PT. I took it easy for a few days, soaked it, iced it, biked instead of running or swimming (ankle movement in swimming killed it). Then I started up again running, and it seemed ok, but it burned like fire, so I just took it easy again. Two weeks before the Tri when I was supposed to be training REALLY hard, I was basically biking 18 miles at the gym, and running/walking here and there. Not sufficient. I wanted to get in at least a 25 mile bike, 1 mile swim, and 6.2 mile run before I actually did them all-back to back!</div>
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Circumstances would have it, that I wasn't able to do that. Also I was asked to be a team member for a consignment sale that week, so that meant 8 hour days on my feet-which left little time for training.</div>
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My mom convinced me to go to Utah/Idaho to a family reunion right before the Tri- which allowed me to be at a higher elevation for a few days. Get used to it a little bit before attempting a tri at 7000 feet. So, that basically was selling my sleep to the devil, going on vacation alone with a toddler, who JUST decided he is morally opposed to sleeping in pack n plays, and HAS to sleep with mom when traveling. And really there is no fighting that, because he can climb out of the pack n play, and run screaming out of the room only to sit on your lap like nothing is wrong. Not to mention he REFUSES to sleep on planes, or in cars, unless he has been without sleep for over 12 hours. Even then it is a COMPLETE gamble if he will sleep or not, and you must allow him to SCREAM bloody murder for at least an hour before he gives up and falls asleep due to exhaustion. He's a blast to travel with.</div>
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We went to Lava Hot Springs for the FAM reunion (that will have to be a separate post). He was wonderful but I think he drank too much from the kiddie pee pool that always has about 30 kids in it around the clock. Because upon returning home he vomited in the night several times, and the diarrhea came after. This is 3 days before the Tri. I was up half the night cleaning up vomit and giving him baths. And doing laundry. That next day, we (Sally Miles and I) jumped on a flight to Mesa from Provo. He held it together on the flight, he had been eating and drinking great all day.<br />
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I thought he was better, but deep down I knew that was too good to be true. We just had some pinch of miracle during that plane ride. And as soon as he got in my sisters car, he let loose. So much vomit. Such an awful smell. Vomit doesn't usually bother me, nor does poop, but something in that bug made it smell so awful. I have no words.</div>
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Hannah (my sister who lives in AZ with 5 girls) sprayed out the car seat. I took a shower with the culprit, and he continued to diarrhea through all of the diapers I brought. Between Thursday & Friday I had changed 18 diapers. </div>
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STOP: You may wonder why I am explaining my child's sickness to you. I just want you to see this triathlon through my eyes, feel what I felt while crossing the finish line. It was greater and bigger than the distance, it was much more achievement than swimming, biking, and running.</div>
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I told my sister I was going to lay down by Miles at 7:30 PM to help him fall asleep. We both crashed and slept until 7 the next morning. I am glad I got sleep that night-although he slept on a twin on the floor and I slept on a twin on a bed frame, and at one point I checked on him to make sure he hadn't puked or pooped his pants, and he was gone. My heart panicked-this having a child not in lock down during the night was new for me. He was completely gone, I searched everywhere in the darkness. My hands patting down the entire bed and surrounding the bed. My heart was seriously beating out of my chest, then I felt a foot. I followed the foot to find that his entire body was under my bed his body smashed between two large boxes under the bed. I was sure he was suffocated under there. Nope still breathing. I decided I would lay by him to keep him on the bed, but after several times of putting him back on the bed, I left him on the floor partially under the bed. (Those of you who ran the tri and sleep soundly through the night with no disturbances-good for you. Just good for you).</div>
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That day we drove to Sally's in Glendale, where Miles continued to poop his way through diapers upon diapers. Not to mention every time I changed him it had to be a 3 person job because his poop was 3rd degree burning his bum and an entire tube of Desitin could not stop that determined acid poo.</div>
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We decided we needed to swim in a lake-so we drove to a nearby lake, I tried on a borrowed wetsuit, and wahlah! Swam-it felt great, I felt confident, and non concerned about the swim. Miles slept next the the truck the entire time in his carseat. (we took it out of the truck and rested on the tire in the shade) (I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS ABOUT TO COME)<br />
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During the night Sally keeps her house at a cool 85 Degrees so we pretty much sweat to death. Miles slept on the floor and I slept on the couch. Miles pooped 4 times in the night, and I was awakened by the smell and pooping noises. So imagine me, and screaming burning butt Miles going through that night (Friday night 2 nights before the Tri). Oh not to mention he vomitted again all over Greg and Sally's workout mats. Now-how can a person be puked on 7-9 times, change 89 diarrhea diapers, and come out without a scratch?????</div>
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Saturday Morning: 1 day before the Triathlon, it hits.</div>
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No sleep, diarrhea everywhere, puking everywhere, on someone else's turf and terms, need to pack and leave, and acid bum for a baby.</div>
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Luckily my cousin Tawney decided to stop by. Some sort of angel she is. She started packing my bags, bringing me sprite, cool rags, taking Miles while I vomited and he tried to repeatedly put toilet paper in the toilet while I barfed.</div>
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STOP: How am I going to swim a mile, bike 25, and run 6.2 in less than 20 hours, when I can't stand?</div>
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We drove to Flagstaff from Glendale. Roughly 2 hours. Greg and Sally pretty much did everything for me. I just felt like I was managing, managing my body and child on a very low level. Miles fell asleep instantly-I mean come on our night was atrocious. It took me a few minutes before I was also out. Arriving at the hotel I felt better. I could stand-without feeling like I was going to vomit.</div>
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Brad was there, man that felt good. Whenever I go through anything hard, its easier if Brad is around. He calms me down, he makes me see the silly in the bad. He makes everything better. It wasn't even for the help with Miles. I had help (not in the night of course) but I was being helped by angels around me I'm sure-because my body had just been through a lot, and Miles was a sick tired traveling baby. We were exhausted, and it was such a relief to see him there, riding my bike around the hotel parking lot- he brought my bike-drove from Lubbock on Saturday only to drive back with us Sunday.</div>
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We went to Olive Garden and I ate for the first time in 24 hours. I felt ok, not great but okay. I started feeling better by the minute. I could do this in like 12 hours. We went back to the hotel and got ready for bed at like 6 PM. We all crashed at like 8 PM because we were all exhausted.</div>
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STOP: Greg is by far one of the best guys that I know. And I'm very glad my sister married him amidst much adversity. (That is a personal story not fit for my blog)</div>
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Greg worked on my bike for a long time, making sure it was fit just right to me-I had been riding it completely wrong, and not to mention he thought it was so funny after he raised my seat 6 inches watching me mount my bike from behind and then try to get off it as it crotched me. He even felt so inclined to reenact my predicament of crotching myself. PS Crotched is a word, Crotching isn't. Crotch most definitely is a word, and I became very aware of the capabilities of pain in that area after a 25 mile bike ride with no padding.</div>
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We fell asleep, and around 10:30 PM which felt like the middle of the night, Brad sat up in bed, and was pointing and yelling. He seemed fit to function. You know his eyes were open, he was sitting up yelling. Something had to be wrong. He was pointing at something saying,"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!!!" Mixed with some NO NO NO NO NOs and some UHHHH and AHHHS. I was in a panic. I don't do well in panic situations. I was clasping his shoulders saying, "What's wrong?! What's wrong!?" Greg and Sally were both awake, dazed and confused of course. I was sure someone was in our hotel room, but after a quick observation I saw nobody was there. I pulled him back down on his back and he said. "That was a really scary nightmare." All of us could not stop laughing, and once Brad came to, through his laughter I made out that a possessed baby was crawling up the wall and then onto the ceiling coming towards him, and that sent us into a hysteria of laughter. He assures us that it was a terribly scary baby with weird eyes. Greg assumed this was a normal occurrence, but no-Brad has never shot up in bed thinking a baby was going to get him.</div>
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We fell back to sleep, giggly our way into a nervous, gut wrenching sleep the night before the main event. Our alarms went off at 4 but, I was already awake. Miles slept great but I just couldn't relax. I mean, had I trained enough? Was the elevation going to kill me dead? Was I going to be able to run post flu. I mean it was still present flu due to my multiple episodes during the night. The nerves are enough to send a person into complete shock and confusion. And it was only a matter of time before I was there.</div>
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We reached the spot where we were running in the mountains in Flagstaff, AZ. I visited the nasty bathrooms a few times due to emergency release of my dinner via diarrhea. Greg instructing me to take as many pepto chewables as I could stomach, as to avoid that problem during the race. (Don't mind my oversized fleeze pullover-I was under prepared for the chill so borrowed a jacket from Greg.)</div>
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Greg was doing the half ironman so, 1.2 mile swim, 50 mile bike, 13.3 run. So he left first. We watched him get into the water, we were happy and laughing. </div>
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Then we realized we needed to hurry and get our wetsuits on. We got those on and ran back to the dock for our entry. We got in the water and I still felt great. 100 people surrounding me as we were the last wave of tri-athletes to go. You know all the women, all the men over 50, a lot of relayers, etc. They blew the horn. All the sudden it was mayhem. People hitting me every which way, I can't keep track of Sally, the water is cold and murky is an understatement. I put my head in to swim a stroke and someone kicks me in the forehead. I come up for air and doggie paddle. I try again and come up for a breath and someone splashes a wave into my face and mouth, I come up coughing, and really the elevation has me thinking I'm suffocating. My heart is beating out of my chest, all my nerves are hitting me, the first buoy is so far, and that's just the starting point for swimming across the entire bleeping lake. Panic sets in, panic like I have never known. I mean, I've been stranded in basketball shorts and flip flops in the middle of winter with a truck that won't start in a snow bank after dark, with no means of communication, at 14, with my little sister who is 8. I know what panic feels like. I wouldn't say I have ever had a 'panic attack'. Until now.</div>
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I have most definitely experienced a panic attack. I see Sally just a few strokes ahead back stroking as people pour water over her face and swim viciously by her. I am doggie paddling as she gets farther and farther away. All the swimmers keep going, all the while I am drifting in this lake. I try to swim, my legs feel funny, my arms won't move, my breath is choppy, my heart won't stop beating in my neck below my ears. I see a kayak ahead, and I see about 5 women gripping it. I swim to it. I clutch the side and joined 5 other women who were also experiencing a panic attack.</div>
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As I let go of the kayak, I continued to try to freestyle, I backstroked, I breaststroked, I backstroked. I couldn't get in a rhythm. They were right, it was too far. My heart wouldn't stop beating, I could hear it in my head, I felt like I was choking on my heart beat. I couldn't even see the buoy we were supposed to swim to, I knew it was there, so I kept swimming. I wonder how far actually I swam. I kept looking up seeing that I was going in the opposite direction. I would say about half way done with the swim, I talked and prayed myself into a calm collective state, where I could get in a rhythm. I thought of Brad waiting for me, proud of me, I began to cry as I swam, thinking of all that I had accomplished up to this point. I thought of Sally, looking ahead seeing white goggles and a red swim cap, telling myself it was her, that she was just right there ahead of me. It seemed like forever. It seemed like I thought of everything to calm myself. I thought of Miles, I thought of how he has chubby fingers and how he grabs my face to kiss me. I thought of how he says, "Please BABA, instead of Please mama." I thought of having another baby, how I can't wait to see another baby, what will they look like? What will the baby's personality be? I got in a rhythm and I knew it was going to be fine now.</div>
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That swim, changed me, it showed me that I really can overcome anything. I was in a lake. A muddy murky lake, and I had a panic attack, and I made it out. I reached the 2nd buoy, and now to swim back to the dock, I could do this. I was almost there, I swam and swam and realized I was swimming in 2 feet of water, I stood up and undid my wetsuit as my legs tried to run, they wobbled, and I stopped myself from falling back in, I decided to walk and not run. I started to speed walk, the rocks and pavement poking and prodding my feet was nothing in comparison, and I was finally at my transition area. I took off my wetsuit, fumbled with my biking shirt, tried to put granola bars in the back of my shirt, put my shoes on, put my sunglasses on, put my helmet on, and walked out of the transition area and onto my bike. I began pedaling and it felt like my legs weren't there. I think I even looked down once trying to tell them what to do. As I looked down I ran off the pavement into the grass on the side of the road, like in the first 3 minutes of riding. My legs couldn't be steady, I was all over the place. My bike swiveling into the road and back again.</div>
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I began to bike, and drink gatorade as fast as I could, I scarfed down a granola bar because I remember Greg saying we needed to eat for energy, even if we didn't feel hungry. I ate one, then stumbled with the wrapper and as it flew out of my hands I felt guilty for littering. </div>
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I kept pedaling and I heard a "To your left" as the lady who was sharing my panic passed me on the bike. I was proud of her. Proud that she made it out, she really was hauling, I still couldn't fathom what was going on, I was keeping a 14 mph pace. I was in no hurry. I remembered my goal was to finish. And I think was in a trauma state. I just had been through a lot ok, and I am going to enjoy this bike ride. I felt like I was completely alone. I couldn't see anyone ahead or behind me. I kept going. I tried to eat another granola bar but couldn't finish it and rather than mess with putting it back in my bike pocket I tossed it into the bushes. Thinking a hungry bunny will enjoy that. I started passing people that must have beat me in the swim, and from their body type I have no idea how they were ahead of me. But then I remembered I panicked and they probably swam with no problems at all. At about 7 Miles I thought I saw Sally biking back and I yelled, "HEY I KNOW YOU!!!" And she turned and looked at me but with no response. Then at about 10 Miles I really did see her, and I said, "SAL!" She yelled something about good job, love you, keep going. I started crying, wow, we were doing this and she isn't THAT far ahead of me, only about 4ish miles. I started my mile counter a little late so I wasn't quite sure how off it was until I hit the turn around.</div>
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I passed a younger boy who was wearing high top converse white shoes, and riding a mountain bike, he looked as if he was struggling up the hill. I passed quite a few unlucky souls on the hill. For some reason it wasn't hard to me, probably biking in Lubbock wind helped me there. One girl shouted out, "THIS HILL SUCKS!" as I passed her. I laughed and kept going.</div>
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Maybe that pissed him right off, a girl is beating me, and its her first one too! I thought of that as I rode on. But, honestly bro, my bike is meant for the road-hence why I am passing you-trust me, these jello legs would not be able to had you brought a road bike.</div>
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That bike felt long, and my foot was cramping on the outside of it, the entire time, that maybe slowed me down a little but mostly it just bugged me. But, honestly the bike was nothing compared to the swim I nickednamed 'swim of death' or 'panic attack central' or 'death by swim'. Right after the turn around, I heard a "Hey!" And saw Greg coming up behind me, we biked together, he gave me tips about going down the down hill, keep my legs in, keep going if the bike feels shaky, duck my head down to gather more speed. We chatted about how far he had, he seemed happy, he had to turn off to go around the lake again before heading back. I was sad when he turned off, I needed that though, and what a little miracle that we happened to match up at the perfect time to ride together. I passed a few more people on the way back, mostly on the downhills, maybe they were scared about going fast, I loved it. I wanted to go faster, when I saw I was going 28 mph I wanted to hit 30mph. It felt good to cover ground with no work. Just tucking my legs in and flying. I was not a fan of biking on the right of the white line, it was rocky and bumpy, and I didn't mention that the tri shorts I was wearing were a poor excuse for bike shorts. NO padding in comparison to what I have been biking with. I mean Sally and I did the dirty when we vasolined our lady parts, but that wasn't good enough for me, it was rip roaring pain in the downtown by this point. So I stayed to the left of the white line, there weren't many cars so I didn't feel it was a problem. A few times I felt that I could have grabbed on the mirror of the car like an action movie and left my bike behind they got so close to me. Once a classic car truck flew by and the man yelled at me, MOVE OVER! Well, sorry fella, I have some throbbin crotch right now, I am NOT ridin bumpy. I need this smooth road for my future babies sake.</div>
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The last few miles felt long, I was just staring at the mile counter (I cannot think of its name at this point). Finally I rode down and saw the transition area. They coached me to get off my bike, I heard a distinct, "BRIT!!" Then I saw Brad holding Miles. I couldn't look at him, and even now it chokes me up. Why is this so emotional to me, I do not know-I am giving it my all, alongside much adversity, and I am actually doing it-thats why the tears are flowing. And he is here supporting me, he loves me, and he is proud of me. Miles started crying and reaching for me, as I changed out of my helmet. I put my sunglasses away, then realized I needed them while running. So I got them back out, I was just all over the place. Felt like I was in a daze.</div>
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I started jogging, they called my name as I crossed out of the transition area. That felt good. They handed me water, I tried to run and drink, but couldn't. I kept running until a cramp of all cramps hit me in my side. I walked, then made goals to run to the sign, run to the mile marker, run to the tree, walk again. Run again. Then I hit the uphill and I knew I was 1.5 miles in. I was walk running up that hill then I saw Sally, we embraced and cried, and told each other we loved each other, I screamed at her that she only had 1.5 miles left. She was so far ahead of me. I tried not to think about it. I was trying to do this run in an hour. My ankle started to burn. I kept drinking this Heed stuff they kept handing me hoping it will kill the cramp, I took Ibprophen for my headache, and cramp meds for my foot right after the bike. The foot cramp went away but was followed with this side cramp-or side ache, but it didn't feel like a side ache-it was a definite side CRAMP. People would yell at me, "GOOD JOB 36!!" That was my number pinned to my front. "Keep going 3-6!!!" It felt good to hear that.</div>
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I kept thinking about how far ahead Sally was, then somehow I reached the dirt road, where I had to run a little further. I turned around and was so excited to almost be done. I ran the downhills so fast, and passed several more people. I finally was at the 1.5 miles left mark. I walked a little here and there because I still had that awful cramp in my side, I met up with an elderly gentleman and I said, "We are almost there, we can do this!" As we ran side by side. He said, "You be my rabbit." I laughed and kept going. I wanted to walk again because this last mile felt like forever. I kept reminding myself it was just like running to the park and back, which I had done so many times in 8 minutes. I can do this in 10, I can do this mile in 10 minutes I kept saying to myself. I was just about to walk, then I saw Brad about .5 miles from the finish line. He had come out to cheer me on and run with me. I am so glad he did, I would have walked I'm sure of it. My legs and body had nothing left. We ran together and people were cheering for both of us. Haha, he liked that. He liked getting praise for something he didn't do. I told him I was going to speed up, and I started running as fast as I could to the finish line. It felt like sprinting but I need to watch the video it is probably a slow jog a Grandma could outdo.</div>
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As I crossed the finish line they said, "Brittany Clark from LUBBOCK TEXAS!!" Then he said, "You ran all the way from Texas!?" I saw Sally holding Miles and heard Miles crying for me. I hugged Sally and shortly after Brad came. Sally talked about how she vomited during the run, and I told her I puked a little during the bike, we talked about the swim, how we panicked. She told me she got stung by a bee on the bike ride, and later she would send me pictures of the large welt. </div>
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I disappeared. I disappeared for awhile there didn't I? Wow. Its been almost 2 full months since I posted. That may be a blogging record for me. Not the kind I want to set. But I'm about to get you all up to speed on our last 2 months. You see there is this thing called Step. Step is a test that sucks all light from your soul, and then slits your throat.
Thats really the best way of describing it. But somehow you survive the light sucking, and the throat slitting. Its a miracle really. And I'm not here to complain about step. I am just explaining to you where I went for 2 months. Well actually no, June was spent in blissful bliss, frolicking around the country (Countries) and gaining back any light that was sucked from us. If you can make it through 2nd year of med school with an aspiring surgeon. You can make it through anything. We went on a cruise! Which I was actually not looking forward to. (I know how lame of me to be worried about leaving my child for a week) That is all I could think about-all the stories of kids losing an arm while their parents were away on some trip. So....my mom came out and eased my worries a little, and she brought Faith who played with him and helped my mom out, and it was a break from my mom's day to day life with my autistic brother Ammon-so it worked out.</div>
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So Brad surprised me on Vday with this cruise as my gift, anniversary gift, and post step gift. I know husbands are always normally gone 8-5 right? And that's fine, thats normal. And some are even gone more than that-but it wasn't that he was gone 8-5, home for dinner for an hour, then gone 6-10 every single day even Saturday and Sunday. It was just that he carried with him such an indescribable burden with him. This feeling of everything rides on this test. He wants to be an orthopedic surgeon (or some type of surgeon but he says its ortho 100%) and you have to do well on the test to be competitive, so if he doesn't do well, there is no other options, he has to do well, or basically he will be unhappy doing something else that isn't per-say his 'dream'. Its not pretentious its just what he wants, he loves, and he wants to do something he loves. </div>
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So...everything rides on that, if he loved ortho and it wasn't competitive then he wouldn't have to score so well, and then he wouldn't be as stressed I would say. So the level of stress is what he carried, and naturally I carried it as well. So all along I knew the Lord would take care of us, and has a plan for us, so I just had faith that it would all work out.
I don't think it put a 'toll' on our relationship, but it definitely made me feel like my relationship was different, kinda one sided I would say-as I had Mr. Jello Brain for a husband. He would come home and I would try to pillow talk and several times I would be mid sentence and wahlah he would jump, like the sleep jump. Twitching would have you. Mid-sentence! I mean...who is that tired? Who falls asleep when I say, "How was stu-!TWITCH!-dying?"
He does. He did pre-Step. But don't worry. We remembered why we like each other spending every single second together for 8 days straight. PS We got his Step scores back yesterday, and phew....we are VERY happy with his score and he will after all...be able to be competitive as an orthopedic surgeon.</div>
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So, all that stress for nothing. Actually, I am pretty sure he needed the stress to keep him going, and I needed the stress to age me 5 years so people stop asking for my ID when I try to buy wine. (I have never bought wine in my life.) Mostly just when I am walking through a casino is the only time its happened to me, and I love it. But seriously, we are so blessed and we know that, and we contribute it to all the prayers and fasting of our family members and loved ones.
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Our cruise left from Galveston, so we just took the quick 9 hour drive down there and boarded our ship. We put our swimsuits on then had someone take this pic of us, then realized we didn't have time to swim so we promptly changed back into our dinner clothes. Cruise newbies. </div>
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They always had performances and singers going non-stop, so we were frequent attenders to the shows and what have you.</div>
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We learned quick that the sit down dinners were fabulous and did not even compare to the buffet that was open all the time.</div>
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We attended many comedies. We went to the non-family friendly one and realized really quick we weren't in love with listening to the F word every other word. No joke, how does a person complete a sentence with that many F words. I didn't think it was possible, or funny at all. So we stuck to family friendly.</div>
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We went to several shows, and one time Brad wanted to go to the magic show and I was so tired, he told me he was going to go get us seats, and I could get ready then come down. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the show had already started and by that time it was so dark in the theater and I couldn't find him, and it was mayhem and we had a small tussle because he was mad at me, then I got mad at him for getting mad at me for being exhausted, and then we were newlyweds again :). Actually no...because we fought a lot more as newlyweds than we do now. </div>
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In Mexico we swam with dolphins, which was way too expensive in my opinion for what we got. I thought we would be swimming in a cove with wild dolphins they roped in and we could do as we please, but no it was very structured with trainers and 1 dolphin and very money driven obviously as a freakin picture cost $30, but I watched families pay over $300 dollars for their precious pictures and I just said to myself-I will remember the moment I kissed a dolphin. Belize we got on a small boat and jumped off in the middle of the ocean and snorkeled with a guide I couldn't understand and he swam too fast for my looking needs. I got my salt intake for the next 3 years because sometimes I forgot I was snorkeling and I just would breathe through my nose, then that would fog my mask so I would take it off then I would rinse it then somehow putting the snorkel back in required me getting insane amounts of salt water in my mouth. </div>
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In Honduras we got a cab with some random couple, and went to a restaurant in Honduras and ate the REAL non touristy Honduran food, because that is where Brad served his mission. Then we went back to a beach and got completely sun burned because somehow the sun just was our next door neighbor that day, so hot.</div>
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We spent the nights of our cruising at shows, and on the Serenity deck where no kids are allowed, in the hot tub just talking to each other or strangers. We talked and talked, and some days we watched movies in bed in our room, and some days we just laid out all day. So basically it was wonderful on so many different levels. I didn't miss Miles too much the first 4/5 days, then by day 5 I would see a baby and hold back tears. I just got so....emotional about it, and I don't know why. I missed him, and I needed him more than anything. I knew this before but he is just part of me now and if I don't have his little grimy hands and too long of fingernails scratching my face and grabbing my cheeks and kissing my lips I get sad. So yes, it was a wonderful break from real life. It was a break and everybody needs those, couples need those. So it was worth the money, time, and leaving Miles to take an amazing trip with my amazing husband. </div>
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I was out of town all of June so this is a little late, but I receive the Citrus Lane Box Subscription for my 22 month old baby boy. I love getting this box more than anything, it is such a pick up to receive a box full of wonderful things you barely paid anything for, and then you have all these top of the line items, toys, skin care, food, for your baby.</div>
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You can get your first box for $14.50. Robbery.</div>
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Just to try it, you can get over $50 worth of goods for $14.50! Sell your old stuff on Ebay once a month and its paid for! That's what I am all about!</div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px;">This box specifically is </span><b><span style="font-size: large;">valued at $58.25 </span></b><span style="font-size: 15px;">(which is the discounted Amazon Prime price) and you are going to pay $14.50 for it! A steal, a complete steal. Now sometimes you may get things you don't want or need, and in that case why don't you just keep a little gift stash that you paid nothing for!? My gift stash doesn't last long, and guess what? I give amazing expensive gifts because of Citrus Lane. And mostly I keep everything because its just too good to give away. And I really like getting crisp new things. It must be a disorder :)</span></div>
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This box featured so many wonderful items:</div>
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Zoo Straw Bottle from Skip Hop</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Zoo Straw Bottle from Skip Hop $10.45 on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Skip-Hop-Straw-Bottle-Shark/dp/B00EOOPN1O/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1405015426&sr=8-3&keywords=zoo+straw+bottle+skip+hop">Amazon</a> </b></span></div>
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I'm actually glad I am posting this late because I can really talk about these items. I mean REALLY talk about them. Every mom loves a new crisp sippy cup, because you know they get nasty. The babies carry them around everywhere and they just get washed 6,000 times, and so a new fresh one is like gold. And this one has become our constant companion. We take it everywhere. It has a velcro strap to hook to your purse, your arm, your stroller, your child's arm, your bike, your diaper bag, your belt buckle-you get the gist- and I love it.</div>
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It pops the straw right out and then closes again for NO leaking. And guess what my 22 month old figured it out in all of 5 seconds. He actually loves it, it makes him feel like he is independent and capable of opening and closing his drink. Score.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wet Bag from Bumkins $14.84 on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bumkins-Disney-Baby-Mickey-Icon/dp/B00HPQT4DG/ref=sr_1_5?s=baby-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1405015359&sr=1-5&keywords=wet+bag+bumkins">Amazon</a></b></span></div>
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You can get different prints on Amazon for different prices, but my print specifically was Mickey and this was a 'get to choose' item. Citrus lane usually lets you choose one item, or the color, or the type, and they send you an email and its a sneak peak to your box, and when I saw this one I loved it-and I also didn't realize it was going to be so big, and so useful! We go to the pool A LOT, and Texas is very hot so we go to the pool, then we usually change our little guy into normal clothes after, because he is in a swim diaper, and because he has this ability to turn blue and freeze to death even if it 109 degrees outside. So we get him out of the wet clothes ASAP after swimming, and usually we would wrap his wet clothes up in a towel and everything in our bag would be wet by the time we got home anyway. NOT ANYMORE!!!!! This bag is massive, and it holds all of our swimming suits and could hold more. I love it. I don't know how I lived without it. Since getting it we have been swimming 3 times and have used it and loved it every time.</div>
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Its big. You could almost fit a little human in it. But don't. Please don't. Just wet clothes please.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Mighty 4 Bars from Plum Organics </b></span><b style="font-size: x-large;">$1.32 (</b><b style="font-size: x-large;">.66/bar) on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Plum-Organics-Essential-Nutrition-Blueberry/dp/B00J3I6D0Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405015450&sr=8-1&keywords=mighty+4+bars">Amazon</a> </b></div>
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Plum products come frequently and I really love Plum, and these didn't disappoint. I could barely take a picture before Miles devoured them. I'm a sucker for all natural stuff-don't give me any of that other junk unless I'm really splurging on a fried donut, or Red Vines or something. Plus a $1.00 coupon as well. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pouch Puzzle from Mudpuppy $11.64 on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=pouch%20puzzle%20mudpuppy">Amazon</a></b></span></div>
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These varied in price, mine specifically on Amazon was over $20.00 but I took the Under the Sea Pouch Puzzle and priced it that way. This is a tad bit old for my 22 month old, it is a 12 piece puzzle, but I thought it was cute how it was in a zip plastic bag, and could be an easy travel piece also, the box tends to get ruined quick and this is durable and I loved the print of the Forest Friends. I'm a sucker for puzzles and games for kids (teaching Kindergarten gave me an outrageous collection) so this will be perfect for a center for my 3 year old preschoolers I teach starting in the Fall. </div>
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This is a $20 off a $40 purchase coupon at Third Love. Third Love is a Bra/Lingerie company that sells all types of bras and even in half sizes. It matches your measurements perfectly to what bra size you need. Now as a mom we fluctuate bra sizes like nobodies business. So all my bras are strectched out from nursing and being pregnant, so I am up for a new bra for sure! So I will be testing these bras out for $20 for sure. Sometimes Citrus Lane includes coupons and deals, and sometimes I use them and sometimes I don't. I usually don't use them if they are 20% off or something, but this time I think I will, and I already know what bra I want and desperately need, but they don't have my exact size...so thats a bummer and I'm willing to wait for it! </div>
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This box is valued at $58.25!!!! HOLY SMOKES. So you can pay $14.50 and get the similar items every month, or you can just try it, and participate in the amazingness and then you will be sold and subscribe. I promise. I love it and I know you will too.<br />
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Since several of my friends and family have asked me about Citrus Lane/I tell them about it-I decided to review Miles' monthly box. A perfect month to review because it has been one of my favorites so far. </div>
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So just a little price info on the subscription box: </div>
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1 Month: $29/month Free shipping, </div>
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12 Months: $19/month Free shipping.</div>
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Using this link you can get a one time box for $14.50! That is robbery! You can try it for literally no risk.</div>
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You can try it out for a month-no subscription-no commitment, and cancel if its not to your liking. I tried it out from a friend's link, and here I am, in love.</div>
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So, that being said they are affordable even for the med student's wifey like me. And...if you don't believe me, wait and see as I post all the things I got this month.</div>
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My box is specific to my child, so you put in your child, and what age they are, and you will get gender and age appropriate items.</div>
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And for me, I love getting all of these new hip things for my little one, but the best part for me is the surprise-I mean come on! Who doesn't love a complete surprise!!?? Its like Christmas every month. And it makes my week every time my Citrus Lane box comes. I have NEVER been disappointed with a box, sometimes I am not 100% happy with an item, but when that happens, I give it as a gift, and let me tell you, I have a baby shower/birthday party to go to at least once a week! And my gifts don't disappoint because they are usually Melissa & Doug, Hape, Skip Hop or Green Toys! So if you are hesitant that you won't like an item-don't fret! I have a stash of gifts that essentially I didn't even pay for because they came in my box, and they weren't just right for me or Miles so I pass them on and they are brand new in the wrapper! So its a win win. (But this RARELY happens, I usually love everything in the box, and I never get duplicates) Also if you are a seller on Amazon-thats another great way to make some money back if you don't love an item. Just last month I did the mystery box through Citrus Lane and I got 2 items I already had, and so I just put them on Amazon and wahlah! Paid for my entire Mystery Box-and I kept the other 6 items! </div>
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Also, you get to try all these products that you may have never heard of, or aren't in your normal shopping stores, and my cupboards are full of Citrus Lane dishes, and my toy boxes are full of Citrus Lane Toys, and my baby toiletries are full of all natural baby products from Citrus Lane, and guess what!? I found my favorite brands and things from doing Citrus Lane! And I have passed on some great product knowledge to my friends and family who were looking for the perfect item. </div>
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Now I am going to list the prices as found on Amazon Prime, and it always turns out to be an amazing deal even with the amazon discount price-so that is another selling point for anyone who is on the fence! The retail price point is probably almost double what you can find it on for Amazon Prime, so if you don't have Amazon Prime, then you aren't in anyway going to find these products for that price. <b><span style="font-size: large;">Totaling $53.84</span></b> in value (discount price points). Well take my breath away! If you are thinking about getting a box for starters at $14.50, thats almost $40 in product for free. </div>
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Parthenon Sand Mold and Track Roller from Hape Toys</div>
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These sanitizing wipes always come in handy, and because of Citrus Lane-I never have to buy any type of hand sanitizer wipe because they send something every once in awhile-a few months back I got a big container of wipes, and they JUST ran out so its just perfect. Also, something I love about Citrus Lane is they always send natural, organic, and recycled products. Which I am all OVER! So these are 99% natural and alcohol free. And they are compact-so I can throw them in my purse, and they smell amazing. They say feet in the title, but on the package it says for hands and feet!</div>
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How perfect for summer! I was just thinking-man I need more sand toys for Miles, because all of our parks are sand, and lately he has been taking his shoes off to use as a shovel! And what boy doesn't love something that rolls, and makes a print, and you drag it through mud and sand! Hello perfect boy toy! These are Hape brand which are high quality unique toys. And obviously we have green, but I saw the little girls who subscribe had pink!</div>
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In addition to the roller-we received this sand mold, which is another great addition to our sand toys. Everyone needs a sand mold.</div>
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Now I'm not a huge fan of snacks in the box, but these I can't complain about, snacks in the box are rare, I think I have only had about 3 snacks and I have been a subscriber for about a year. But these came a little bit crumbled. So I gave Citrus Lane a ring, and within 1 minute of being on the phone, they said they have a new bag of cookies sent out to me. So if you know me personally-I am a little bit obsessed with customer service. I didn't really need a new bag of cookies sent to me, but I just needed to know what they would do-because I have NEVER not EVER had a problem with anything in the box. So this being the first time, it was my first chance to see what they would do, and they apologized, and took care of it, with no-uh its just a bag of cookies attitude. I was impressed. Nice job Citrus Lane. PS, these cookies are delicious, and contain no artificial preservatives, hydrogenated oils, high fructose corn syrup, flavors or colors. Nice. Completely my kind of snack-er....treat. :)</div>
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Now this...this sings to my soul right here. I am a Melissa and Doug fan through and through, and the best part about this is we got to choose our own about a month ago, so no it wasn't a complete surprise, but I LOVE that they let the subscribers do that, because it just so happens that my little boy is OBSESSED with fire trucks, and airplanes, and trains, and boats, and buses, and anything that has wheels, so I loved that I could choose this month, and it was a tough choice they gave us, we had to choose between about 6 different Melissa and Doug puzzles, and since I spend a small fortune buying them at TJ MAXX for Christmas, Easter, and Birthdays, I was happy I could choose one for the box.</div>
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So this is a product I almost cried while opening it, but seriously, its shiny and glossy, and BPA free, dishwasher safe and cute and now when we go on picnics we won't have mushy sandwiches and plastic baggies galore. And this isn't even on shelves yet!!! Its a new product completely. And I am sold!</div>
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Now this is normal for Citrus Lane to include some sort of coupon or freebie online. Last month I got a free card from Treat.com, I whipped it out and paid .40 cents for postage, and it was valued at $4.00, I probably won't use this coupon, but its great for people that maybe want to try getting all natural snacks through an online source. Now I didn't include the value on this-but hey if you do it you could save some serious cash!</div>
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We have just been so busy around here...but that's not always true because I have tons of time to blog, but my life with a toddler has just sorta been chaotic. If we stay at home all day, and I have goals to do the laundry and dishes, Miles' bedroom, and every other room gets trashed. So I have to prepare myself for that. If I make dinner, same sorta trade off. You trade off getting one thing done, only to have another thing to do when you are done with the other thing. I always say, "Oh my goodness thank you for helping me!" (As he picks up my pile of 40 folded shirts and hands it to me, unfolding every last one). Then under my breath I say, "not". Ha, he loves to help, he loves to bring you something and thinks he is helping. He brings me my laptop over the tile regularly, barely clinging to it, and I catch it right before it slips right out of his hands to its demise.</div>
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Brad is getting closer and closer to test day. That means he is getting more more more valuable. You know like those celebs that you never see come out of their house and the one picture the paparazzi has of them is all blurry and like 5 miles away. That's how I am starting to feel about Brad. Our moments together are fleeting and blurry. But we cherish them. The other night I paid a babysitter (which is like unheard of-come on trade groups for date night??? Be frugal Brittany come on). But seriously if my co-op falls through, I need that date. I look forward to getting out and doing fun things with my husband where one of us isn't wrangling our child. When we go out to eat, one of us is mostly engaged with Miles for the duration of the time. So its not really a date, its more of a decision to put ourselves in a stressful, draining situation for an hour, just for some hot pizza, spur of the moment. A date is pure and uninterrupted bliss of eating without wiping, cleaning, apologizing to the people around you, feeding, cleaning up spilled drink, asking for another for k, another cup, another spoon, another straw, more napkins. And eventually walking out with food all over you, sweating, probably have some claw marks on your face as you try to keep your child's limbs from hitting nearly every person at each table you walk by. I feel like I am also describing plane rides. Why is it that kids reach out and touch people at random? Is that just innate? Were we born like that? And some sicko taught us it was unacceptable and really its normal, and kids have it all right?</div>
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Well regardless, we hired a babysitter. It was pure joy. I get so happy on those dates. We went swimming at the Tech pool for a work out, then sat in the hot tub together. We pretended we were dating although any idiot could tell we were married if they really watched us, and people watched, well Brad tried to talk to me, and I never listen while I am enthralled in people watching.</div>
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Then, we got ready in the family bathroom-because we can. I realized as I was removing my swimsuit-I forgot my undies. My undergarments. My g-ments. As Brad and I call them. Shiiiiiiiii. If I go home thats a 20 minute detour in my already time crunched night. And we were ready to pass out from eating lunch at noon and it was almost 8 PM and we just swam for a workout. And we knew if we went somewhere nice we would have to wait....so I agreed to just go commando. Throughout the rest of the night, Brad would just say out loud-"commando" Pshh! I didn't mean to. He also would just randomly start laughing and say, "This is really funny, how do you forget everything?" He thinks its humorous how I can't remember movies, or anything really. I'm just forgetful and it has only gotten so much worse since I had Miles. So my underwear took the brunt on this one-or I guess I did, for having no undies.</div>
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Miles LOVES watching videos of himself so we find ourselves taking videos just thinking he's going to love watching this later. Sometimes its our last resort, last defense for him.</div>
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I got this ball for him at Walmart after him pointing to it like 15 times, I finally gave in. And he loves it, and we play with it all day long. Sometimes I get hit in the face with it, when I am not expecting it. Its so awesome.</div>
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We took a little trip to Arizona because Brad presented at a conference-two of my sisters live there-Hannah and Sally, it was way fun to see them and my mom and brothers (Shad and Ethan) came as well!</div>
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We stayed in the Westin Kierland Resort and it had an amazing pool and we asked for a pack and play and got this adorable fancy mini crib. I remembered how painful it is to sleep in the same room as Miles. He wakes up a lot and knows you are there and won't stop crying until you get him out and he is sleeping in between us. On our full bed because they ran out of King beds-and I would have got into the other full bed with him, but seriously I have zero brain function at 3 AM. </div>
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So he cuddled with us all night. Such a stinker. Not to mention he had croup on Sunday night and we left Wednesday-he had to get a steriod shot and needed to go to the ER but it was earlier enough in the morning that I just stayed up with him all night until the doc opened (we have learned our lesson and after a scolding from the doc-we will now visit the ER if our child isn't breathing). So he was still recovering from that, and when he is sick I am just a pushover and let him sleep on me.</div>
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Uncle Greg is the best for playing-he helped Miles hang from this bar and Miles was so strong and hung for so long!</div>
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His cousins would carry him when he needed to be carried and it cracked me up because Halle would carry him all the time and he would just succumb to her carrying, and she is just a tad bigger so it looked hilarious. One time at the splash pad he went on the playground and Halle brought him back and he was saying "hot" "hot" "hot" And Halle said, "Its burning his feet" Haha! So cute.</div>
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We got to meet uncle Shad for the first time! And for some reason Miles had the worst gas, so he kept ripping farts and Shad thought it was hilarious!</div>
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We picked up aunt Sally who is getting her PHD in Chemistry at ASU, and Miles is finally starting to like her :)</div>
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Sally lived with me when I was pregnant and was the first one to find out I was pregnant besides Brad of course. She witnessed the miracle of pregnancy. IE: Peeing my pants while vomiting my guts out every hour every day for 22 weeks. Pure bliss and joy. If you ever want to know why I'm not pregnant yet, you know expanding my family more yet, ask Sally. It was rough on me, and although I know the child is so worth it. I need more time to regenerate. Or as I have pleaded in my prayers every night: hopefully the next one won't hurt as bad. </div>
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My mom and I eating the day she was flying home.</div>
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Hazel and Miles were so cute together, Hazel took care of him like she has since he was little. So precious.</div>
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Splash pad fun! I am mad at myself for not taking a cousins picture, but this was during the time Miles was supposed to be sleeping so he was pretty much a zombie. We had to wake him up to go to the splash pad, in the 15 minute drive in the car, he completely konked out. Because Brad had taken him swimming all morning while I went shopping, so he was just pooped.</div>
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As he has gotten older I have become more relaxed, oh we don't have a dry swimsuit so we will just wear our shorts.</div>
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We hung out at the hotel together, and Miles took showers for like 45 minutes because he played with all the different bottles in the shower. He loves playing bowling with bottles. His hand acts as the bowling ball.</div>
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These are snap chat pictures-that I save to remember our little cuddles together.</div>
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Miles is cuddleable, you just have to get him in the right moment, sometimes in the middle of the night he wakes up crying and I go in and hold him and sit on our big chair with a foot rest and we both fall asleep like we used to when we were nursing. Sometimes I put him in a show and I cuddle with him on the couch and I fall asleep. Sometimes he just comes over and gives me a hug and a kiss and we have a fleeting cuddle.</div>
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Here is Brad right after his presentation-he said it went well and we were so blessed to have this opportunity!</div>
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Stella, chubbiest baby ever.</div>
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Here we are altogether, Sally is married but Greg had a test he needed to prepare for, medical school-I know the feeling. Jeremy and Hannah are married and have 5 little girls. Crazy at their house!</div>
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Miles took a little spin on this motorcycle. 5 girls and a motorcycle!</div>
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We had such a blast with our cousins, and Maddie is at school so she is missing from this picture. I always ache when I am around family because I wish we lived closer. I wish Miles could play with these girls everyday, but reality has it that we live thousands of miles away.</div>
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Airport fun, we found a macho fan that could blow your clothes off.</div>
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We had such a fun time in Arizona and it was a good vacation to venture on. I am excited to spend the month of May at home, and hoping that we can prepare for the crazy month of June, where we will be going to 4 different countries, and 3 different states!!! All in time for Brad to start his 3rd year of medical school on July 1st. Time is flying, and I was thinking about leaving Lubbock in two years and I got so sad, this is our home now, this is where all of our friends are (minus a few besties scattered around) and this is what I know. But, if residency takes us somewhere new we will be excited and ready for the new adventure. I just cannot believe there are only 2 years left of Medical school at Texas Tech, and then we are starting a real life-away from student life. So absolutely crazy. I will savor these last 2 years here!</div>
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Sometimes I think where did my baby go!?! He is always all over the place. Sometimes if he is doing something he is not supposed to be doing I will say, "Miles..." With that tone of voice, and he will automatically just start shaking his head and saying na na na na. Ha! He knows whats coming! He knows he's <strike>being naughty</strike> making a bad choice.</div>
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So we decided to visit our friends in Ft. Worth and get out of windy dirtville city. Literally just google image 'lubbock dust' and you will see where I live. Honest. Everyday if you go outside your nostrils and lungs are coated with a nice layer of red dirt. So I booked a cheap ghetto motel where there were some spousal fights right outside our door all night, and I learned some new terms and swear combos and we were off to have a blast!</div>
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Heather is queen of treats and theming her house for holidays. So we ate this pazookie and almost died of sweetness. So delicious. This is after cheescake factory where our waiter was a complete bozo, I mean it was just plain bad. Heather didn't get her dressing for her salad until we were all done eating. I didn't get my lemonade until we were ready to walk out the door. Everyone was begging me to complain because they didn't want to, and I feel like I'm always that person, and I didn't want to get our waiter fired, but then I realized...he did do a terrible job. And the worst part was...when we mentioned all the things we were missing he just said, "Ok." LIKE UM HELLO!!!!! Say sorry or something! Then he blamed the bar for my lemonade. So we walked away with 2 cheesecake slices (the huge ones). By we I mean me, because everyone else bailed out while I talked to the manager. So awkward, but I guess I thrive off of awkward situations.</div>
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We ventured out to the Ft. Worth Zoo, and man its a little boy's dream.</div>
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Cohen is Heather and Kevin's oldest, and then they have baby Jane who is an angel on earth. Serious. Or maybe she is just a girl. Cohen had a little crush on me, but who can blame him...I'm a baby spoiler, and I love giving kisses and loves.</div>
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This is by far my favorite part of the zoo. Bird feeder sticks and a room full of birds.</div>
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Miles would hold this out then the bird would grab it, and he would yank it back quickly then laugh grunt and do it again. </div>
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He was scared, intrigued by these birdies.</div>
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And right after this attempt at touching the bird flapped its wings in our faces and was off.</div>
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Everything becomes so much more exciting when you have a child. Its like you lost your excitement for the little things, and they bring it back to you.</div>
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Serious, Lubbock needs just this bird part.</div>
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We also took some amazing pictures in a photo booth, but I can't find them anywhere So sad. But I can look at them online as much as I want. </div>
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It was a blast.</div>
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We also visited Aunt Lindsay on our trip and had the best pizza (I think) ever. Or I was starving. One of the two. The best part about it was they told us the wait would be an hour and a half, and they had really nice couches and I had the ipad full of entertainment for Miles, and Linds and Brad kept saying...<br />"Are you sure you don't want to go somewhere else." Something in my gut told me 'no way jose you need to stay and eat this divine pizza' So we stayed and it was literally a 10 minute wait. Liars, or really bad at time.</div>
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Just recently I decided to SPLURGE and get bubble bath for Miles. (We joke because we are poor and living on loans, so anything that is not a necessity is a splurge. And we pee our pants sometimes because I come home with bandaids, and call it a splurge, knowing that I can just wrap toilet paper and scotch tape around it and save money). LOL!!!!! Oh to find humor in the little things these days. So bubble bath is the first thing he wants. He has this little language. He knows a lot of words but instead of saying bububa for bubbles, he just points to the bubbles and says 'ehm' And I try to say, "What do you want." Then he says, "ehm" again. Pointing like, come on mom you know what I want, don't play stupid here. Then I say, say bubbles. And he says 'bububa' And we are golden. Sometimes he will say the word without encouragement, but we are 50/50 right now. </div>
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The science spectrum here is my best friend. Seriously. Need to kill 2 hours. Bam. Need to wear my child out completely. Bam. Need him to catch a lot of germs. Bam. I think he mostly likes that he can see himself on the tv on this one.</div>
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And I would like to think he loves pretend driving in this..but mostly that steering wheel makes a wretched sound when you turn it, kinda like a witch scream. So he thinks its the most hilarious thing ever to witch scream our ears to death. </div>
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And behold....the mother of all. Firetruck time. Miles loves firetrucks and as a parent its very hard for me not to spoil him senseless when it comes to these things. But seriously I need to video his face when we see one driving. Its star struck big time. He says weee oh weee oh anytime he sees any type of flashing lights. </div>
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This has kept us busy in this warm but windy season. The indoor Tech pool. If only it were warmer. Miles becomes a frozen little ball of bones when we take him here. His little lips turn blue and he chatters the few teeth he has. So it only lasts about an hour.</div>
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We were driving home from swimming and the fire station by our house had its door open. So we stopped in and asked if we could take a gander. This is Miles first seeing it up close. He stood there staring and not moving for about 2 whole minutes. Which is quite a remarkable thing if you know him. Baby Einstein is the only thing that can get him to hold still. And licorice. (He is Brad's child)</div>
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He is funny because he doesn't really smile and jump around when he is excited he just is in awe, and takes it on in, and tried to talk on the walkie talkie, and drive the truck. So serious, but such a dream come true for him. He kept running around the fire trucks looking at everything they had to offer. </div>
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The fireman said to Miles, "You want to go on top of the firetruck?" Miles quickly said, "ya". Then the fireman reached out his arms and Miles dove into his arms from mine. They walked up on top and Miles did not utter a word the entire time. Just staring at us down below as we waved. (Yes that's Brad in his jersey which he claims is white trash, but I really like how it shows his muscular freckled arms.)</div>
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So sweet and really almost made me tear up looking back at how happy he was. Silently happy, but mostly in shock. </div>
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I bought this t ball thing for him awhile ago and had it in storage and just remembered it, and Brad said, "I think he is too young for tball." Nonsense. We haven't laughed so hard in a long time. 1 out of 50 he hits the ball dead on and it goes flying. The other 49 times he swings and the whole thing goes flying.</div>
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Brad's gadgets for his electric guitar. They light up and change the sound of the guitar while he is playing. And in his mouth here is what Brad puts on his finger to change the sounds. Who knows the name of it. But....its guaranteed 5 minutes of play while I do whatever I need to in our spare room, then I bribe him to get out of there before he gets to the precious amp where the knobs are endless.</div>
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He seriously cannot handle not being able to push the cart. We have to have a lieu of snacks and treats to make it through and then we let him in the final shopping moments.</div>
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Sometimes there are just moments in my everyday life that make me stop the hustle and bustle and realize that man. . I love these two. They are my everything, and no matter what dust bowl I am in, or what level of poorness, and suffering, they are mine. Forever. And man, I can just live with that.</div>
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Bubble time. Splurge. Lol.</div>
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It may look like he hates the bubbles, but he does. He was actually mad that he couldn't look at my phone, while in the tub. I'm truly so mean. But, on that note, he loves watching videos of himself, and laughs so hard at them.</div>
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My newest trip while shopping and splurging is giving Miles a toy while I take my time. In this case I did buy that puzzle for him because I had to. And its going in his Easter basket.</div>
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This is not Brad. This is Jaden, a fellow med student friend! We went to their house for Caleb's bday party. He turned 3 and had a bouncy house.</div>
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And they have a trampoline and this made me decide its time for a haircut.</div>
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Hello to my life. My life with a toddler. Every achievement is so exciting and thrilling, and every downfall is extremely traumatic and probably the end of the world. </div>
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Well you have visited our days and as we stay busy and keep Miles and all of his craziness busy as well. </div>
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He has quite the personality. He sings in the car. He throws an amazing tantrum by flinging himself on the floor and screaming like he is dying. He tries to share but its really difficult for him. But usually he ends up taking the toy to the child in the end. So he does love people. He has curly blonde hair that you may see shorter soon!!! We will see. </div>
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Now I am off to start Brad's 2 day spring break with him. Hello happiness.</div>
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Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1786395031675709212014-02-15T22:09:00.002-08:002014-02-15T22:09:59.484-08:00February FunWhenever I say February, I always think FebruANY, like the Subway slogan you know? Well I have been a busy busy busy busy bee lately. And that's how we stay happy and healthy anyway! So HOLY SHIZ I stopped nursing. It was a big deal...because it was hard for both of us. I tried to slowly wean him, and honestly its the way I'm going to do it every time. I didn't know that was the way to do it but, it was a painless unemotional (well mostly) weaning. Nobody talks about nursing pre-parenting. And it just hits you like a freight train. Massive swollen chest, nips from burning H*ll and you might as well not even wear a shirt the first 10 days after delivery due to constant eating from your newly emerged little person. But then it becomes something you both benefit from. Its a moment where you sit down together and look at each other and one gets a full tummy and the other gets a break from life and a chance to remember why you love this little person that depends on you for their life. For me personally I started slowing down around 10 months with intentions of ending around his 1 year mark. But, when 1 year came, neither of us were ready. He wanted to nurse all the time, and I tried to stop a few times but emotionally caved. Then we were at 16 months all the sudden...and I realized man, maybe he would stop waking up in the night if we took away that option of breastfeeding. And really I was only nursing him roughly 1-2 times every 24 hours, so it was a slow slow progression. We started with a nap bottle, then 3 months later a night bottle. So...we stopped and had no pain in the chesties, and not much fight from the baby.<br />
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I just realized some of you don't give a cahooty about boobs and breastfeeding, but ... its whats happening in my brain and heart and soul right now, so endure through my motherhood spill.<br />
<br />Anyway, so we did it, and I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for Brad's motivation. He FINALLY started getting up with him in the night, and has ever since, and guess what now 80% of the time he sleeps through the night, and if he wakes up, we give him teething tablets and then he goes right back to sleep. By we, I mean Brad, because the first night I didn't nurse him, I went to get up and Brad clotheslined me with his arm and said, "No, I'll go." Then I knew it was really over. He pulled and still pulls on my shirt when he is hungry, but then I say, "Want some food?" And he says, "Ya!" Then he runs to the kitchen, so its easily re-directed. Except the other day, he got hurt and was hungry, and he pulled on my shirt and I said, "No more milkies-remember you are a big boy now." Then he was so sad and cried so hard, and it hurt my heart. But seriously I cannot nurse him till he is 2. Because honestly he would just nurse for like 5 minutes then cuddle with me. I was seriously scared he wouldn't cuddle with me anymore, but I think my fears of that are over, because he comes over to me all day long and climbs up on my lap, gives me a hug, pats my back, gives me an open mouthed tongue kiss, then jumps down and his on his way back to playing/destroying our house.<br />
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Enough about boobs. We seriously are busy, and I have a love/hate with it. I play basketball right now with the stake-which I really wanted Lubbock to have basketball, so I just went to the top and got it put together, and its a blast! And I am also playing with Brad's Med School Co-ed team, which is kinda weird and I feel super out of place, because I'm a mom and 25, and they are all like 22 and have no clue what to talk to me about. Last game a kid asked me how long my labor was....A normal single guy would never ask a girl that, but since they are med students and not fellow moms, they don't ask me what words my baby is saying, but yet....."Did you have an episiotomy" is a normal question for them to ask a post pregnant lady.<br />
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I also teach Yoga for our relief society and anyone else who wants to come, at the church once a week. Then I have preschool 2ce a week, then of course Brad and I are Primary teachers as well. And soccer starts on Monday. Oh and I have been cleaning for this girl in our ward for $$ and that has been a weekly thing as well. Brad has church ball, and intramural ball, and med school, and he also has the job of being a good husband and dad. So we are just a busy family. But last week I had a melt down. Just a melt down. Then I swear I have angels.....because right then it hit me that man....I have an amazing husband who loves me and an amazing life that most people never have the chance to have. So I needed to stop, stop stressing about money, stop whining about my husband being gone, and CHANGE my attitude. And I did. And I have. I am still a normal person, I'm not like fake perma smile (you know those people are going crack at any moment) but I have changed my attitude. I am not sad that Brad is gone everyday including weekends until 10 pm studying his bum off, instead I make the most of my time with him and stay busy when he is gone. And even then I just seriously had a transformation, which is really what I needed for my stress ness. And we just made some decisions that will help my stress level and I am just a happier person. Why did it take me this long to realize it?<br />
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And on that note, Miles and I have been having so much fun. Just yesterday when I tried on 3 different pants that were all high waters on him, I finally settled on the least amount of high water pants.. it hit me, he is so big. He is so grown up. I tell him to throw away his own diapers now. What?!!! This is a whole new level of motherhood. He has so much personality. He is so feisty. Today was so warm and Brad was studying at the library, so we met him at a nice park nearby him and we played and ate dinner there, and we were going back to the car, and Miles was NOT done at the park, so Brad grabbed his hand and said, "Ok let's go bubye." Miles immediately dropped to the floor on his bum. So Brad tried to pick him up and Miles wound up both his arms back and double smacked Brad in the face. This is his classic move when he is mad. I wouldn't let him have my phone in Costco today, so he double slapped me as I was trying to tell him no no, we are going to go to the car. He doesn't blood curdle scream, but yet just hit you. So we are working on it still. Today I was babysitting and giving all the kids horsey rides, and William (his friend who is his same age) was on my back, and Miles came up to him and grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled it so he pulled his head off. I was in a tough spot because William was on my back, Miles was pulling him off, I couldn't grab William without Miles ripping his hair out, and so I just kept saying, "LET GO MILES" He wouldn't let go so I just flipped William off my back, swept Miles up and put his face in mine and said, "WE DO NOT PULL HAIR!" NOT NICE! Then put him in his crib. I held William and kissed his battle wounds. Then went and got Miles out who was standing in his crib with a sad face. Then he hugged me and kissed me, and we went and hugged and kissed William. And we also soft petted his hair several times.<br />
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He also can be really nice on that note. He is good at sharing with other kids even when I wish he wouldn't offer them his sucker. When somebody takes his toy, he usually just looks at them for awhile then goes on his way. When he sees a friend that he plays with he usually yells and runs and starts talking jibberish to them and gets so excited and kinda crouches down and says, "Hiiiiiiiiya" Then goes up to them and pats them several times. He loves playing with older kids, he follows them around and laughs when they jump off of our couch onto the love sac. And he does the funniest thing when they aren't looking at him, he goes up to them and bends down tries to get them to make eye contact with him, then once they see him he says some jibberish with 'yep' mixed in and goes on his way.<br />
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He loves fire trucks (PS I just keep going because I am waiting for my pictures to upload...which may never happen because its frozen...yuck) and he says WEEEoh WEEoh and we seem to always see fire trucks and ambulances when we are driving, even once in the middle of the night when I was nursing we heard one and he stopped nursing, looked at me half asleep and said, "wee oh wee oh". Anyway he loves them, and is so star struck when he sees them, so I told Brad, when is the next time we can get him a fire truck that makes the sound and lights up? We decided Easter. Then I was walking around Target and I found a nice expensive one, I called Brad (because I think of any excuse to call him when he is studying and sometimes he even says -Brit don't call me about that, just text- I should respond to him, You have no idea how much I wish you were home right now so I could eat cereal on the couch with you while we watch Miles throw the ball at our faces 100 MPH-) anyway I called Brad and I said, "How's Valentines for the fire truck?" Then we knew we started something great...gifts for our children on valentines as well as each other....this is going to get pricey. Anyway, Miles loved his fire truck. Brad told me we were going to go to sushi (my fav) and so he said we weren't getting each other expensive gifts. And, he said he had bought my gift so don't look at the bank online statements, he said he spent $12.00. So I framed a poster of Pink Floyd which I got him forever ago and we have hung it on the wall with teacher tack. I thought he would get mad at me for spending 30 on him. So that was a thoughtful med school budget gift.<br />
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Flights were super cheap to Utah 2 days before Valentines and I really wanted to go for end of May beginning of June to see my brother's graduation and just hang out with my family. I called and texted him asking him if I could book, because we had this plan that I was going to go early so he could study for his big test. He kept saying we would talk when he got home. Okay then.<br />
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He came home from school early and I asked him about booking right away. He kept saying he was starving and wanted to eat right away. He kept asking me to please heat up the food. I went to the fridge opened it and found a toy boat that said, June 8th....<br />
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Cruise. I ran to him kissed him and said, where are we going!! Thank you! Love you!<br />Then the feelings rushed in....Miles, money....etc.<br />
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We are going to drive to Galveston, TX, then cruise to Cozumel Mexico, Belize, and Honduras.<br />
<br />Brad served his mission in Honduras and we wanted to go back for the temple dedication, but that didn't happen so now we are just going to be on the coast, but it will be fun anyway to say he went back. Leaving Miles is going to be hard, and he will probably have to do some serious convincing to get me to not just bring him last second. But this will be good for us, and this break will be much needed after this year of medical school. And it will be right after his big test which helps decide what kind of doctor he can be. He wants to do orthopedic surgery, so he needs to do well on the test to be competitive in residencies, come application for residency time. So, he started studying for it what seems like forever ago, but probably beginning of last summer. And studies every day for it. I think I have said this on my blog before, but geez it just is a big part of our life right now. And I have confidence and faith he will be the doctor he is supposed to be, so I know the Lord will guide us in that department so I don't stress about that, I just stress about his stress. If that makes sense. Anyway it will be a much needed vacation. And I won't be pregnant or nursing, which is probably not going to last long! Our trip to Cancun before med school I was 5 months preggers. Which was still amazing and fun and the perfect time to go because I was still super mobile and had no symptoms other than swelling-notha story.<br />
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He also got us couples massages. Because my back has been hurting a lot lately. We will go later and its going to be hilarious on so many levels. But so thoughtful of him. He walked away the winner for that holiday gift giving.<br />
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Well...if you read this I'm picture free for now, because something bad happened in the upload, so I will post and add pics laters.<br />
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Valentine's Day was a romantic fun time. We had our friends babysit and we went to a sushi steakhouse, and then walked around Costco, then had Pie bar for dessert. We laughed as I sat on his lap in the one seater chair to take a picture of us together. We knew people probably thought we were so high school, but we had a romantic blast.<br />
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You obviously can tell that my New Year's resolution wasn't to post on my blog....<br />
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I don't know why I have been in a hiatus but hopefully I'm back! Life here in Lubbock has been good. It's warmer, but too windy to be outside much..kind of really frustrating because it will be 55 degrees and then I try to go jogging in the stroller and its more like running in place. The wind is discouraging. And somehow I don't feel great about the dirt and more dirt blowing in the air and Miles and I sucking for our oxygen around all the dirt.<br />
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Our days in Lubbock are spent reading books, throwing balls, running errands, visiting museums, libraries, grocery stores, and trying to keep a never ending motor busy.<br />
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Miles also goes to a babysitter while I teach preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes he cries a little, but sometimes he doesn't even care. He seems to stay busy and not notice I am not there while he is with them, which is good, he is self entertaining.<br />
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We have started saying prayers with him every night before he goes to bed, and he seriously is so cute. He kneels, folds his arms and bows his head, and holds it for a pretty long time, before we peek at him during the prayer and he is standing, looking up at Brad smiling, like what the heck are you doing Dad? He probably thinks its some game we play with him.<br />
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As for Mr. Cheeky Bear.....A lot has been happening. He is growing too fast. He is good at saying a lot of words, or should I say repeating a lot of words, but the best is when he tries really hard and just resorts to jibberish. Works for me.<br />
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We stay busy without going crazy. I was looking back at my blog post (pre marriage) and man, how I have changed. I just don't even know what to say about my married self..maybe to worry less. Maybe to have more fun and not worry what people think. Maybe just be myself, and not stress so much. Man... looking back was inspirational. I also learned that I was a lot better at blogging.<br />
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But, on the more positive note, I'm more grown up, I'm nicer to people (I used to honk a lot more), I love a lot deeper, I have had amazing experiences. And I am no longer alone. And, I have an eternal family of my own....so things are good. :)<br />
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So looking at my life now from a bird's eye view.....its hard but its also so rewarding. I live in a new place, have all new friends that I didn't know before, and have reconstructed my life here.<br />
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Today Miles smacked me right across the cheekbone with a wide open palm in church. He really connected. So hard, so painful. Then as I looked him in the eye and said, "You need to be soft to your mama." He took his little hands and caressed my face slowly starting at my hair and down to my neck. He did it 3 times. Then I knew that my job as a mother is important and loving and teaching him is important. Just as my parents loved and taught me to make me the woman I am today, to help me become an influential individual in this life. And now the role has fallen into my lap, and sometimes (mostly all the time) its so overwhelming.<br />
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Brad studies a lot. His schedule is so hard on him. Being honest with you, it hurts my heart to see him not be himself. I catch glimpses of him here and there but he mostly is a zombie. It makes me feel like I am on a ferris wheel, going around and around and around, knowing that we will get off soon, but also feeling a little sick.... Not that we aren't happy here, we are...its just a new life. Maybe its harder this week because its test week, and he is studying for his big test called Step-which he takes in June-a day before his birthday. So he has to study for school and Step-I mean apparently they coincide but, mostly it just feels like he is always saying the dreaded words "k I gotta go study now." After an hour of bliss Miles and I playing chase with him, and laughing and climbing on each other and tickling and teasing...then he studies and Miles and I play alone or get ready for bed, or cook dinner, or whatever task is at hand. Its lonely for us.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like I fall short for Miles, I feel like my lack of a husband sometimes makes me tired, and I may not be the mom I should be, but I find that if we stay busy with activities we are both happier. I look forward to moments we can spend together and I know we will look back on this time in life and say, "Remember when we were in med school, so poor, so young, so naive" I know we will do that, but right now it feels in my face. Right up in my grill. Sorry this post is so real, sorry-not-sorry.<br />
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But I am growing so much here, and coming back from Christmas break was really really hard for me. We spent the majority of the time with my family, and as we were driving away, I just started to sob, usually I try to hold back because Brad says weird things to me like, "Oh are you crying!?" Then I feel like he is making fun of me for being too sensitive. Then I just feel stupid. But I didn't care and I just really started crying, and crying talking, which made me cry harder. I am not sure what I was crying for the most, that I was going to have to come back to Texas to where I see my husband in spurts, or the fact that I am alone here as far as family goes, or that my family is missing Miles growing up, or a combination. Either way, it was hard leaving.<br />
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Miles is 16 months and 10 days. And he really is growing up so fast. He thinks anything with wheels says wee oh wee oh, like a fire truck. And he is star struck when we see a fire truck or ambulance drive by in real life. He gets so excited about simple things, and he teaches me that life is to be filled with emptying drawers and cupboards, and flushing the toilet 50xs in a row, giving kisses liberally with the mouth open and the tongue out, music is really the best medicine, dance to any song you hear, throw anything that gets in your hands, even if you don't know the words to a book just read it out loud, holding hands with stranger kids at the park is okay, playing peekaboo with strangers is okay, unrolling all the toilet paper rolls is normal and quite enjoyable.<br />
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Life is a busy roller-coaster of emotions with him, and he is the best thing I ever did aside from marrying his dad. That sentence made me tear up-and I'm not even on my period. I know that this portion of our lives is hard on me, and I know that its hard on Brad, but its making our relationship better, and stronger, and its making me lean on him. I am so lucky to have amazing friends here, and have people to do things with, and that I really love and care about who are going through the exact same thing I am going through, and we love getting together because we can RELATE to each other.<br />
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When I look back on memories of this age, I want to remember him coming to the church after I taught the weekly relief society yoga class in his zip up onesie jammies, Brad dropping him off to me so Brad can play bball with the med school guys after my yoga. I want to remember Miles running down the hallway of the church with his cute little run and running too fast that he falls and slides on his tummy, then just stands up and runs again. I want to remember him coming out of time out after hitting me in the face and crying and clinging to me and laying his head on my shoulder and then turning on his own and open mouth kissing me while he holds my head with his hands. I want to remember him wanting Brad to spin him in the blanket over and over again, and laying down on it then kicking his legs and laughing because he is so excited. I want to remember him strategically getting a block positioned in his hand as he stacks block upon block. Then he spazes both hands and swings them back and forth as he knocks them over. I want to remember him wanting to get down so bad at church and writhing and spinning in my lap as I sweat trying to keep him in my lap during sacrament. I want to remember how he stands on his little car and just looks at me as if to say, look mom, I could fall at any moment. I want to remember how much he loves being outside, how he loves throwing balls, how he loves just running all over the place. I want to remember how everyday he pulls out book by book, and if it doesn't suit his needs he flings it sideways, and if it is what he is looking for he turns it right side up and jibberish reads it, as he sits on top a mountain of books. I want to remember him nursing and tickling my arm as he nurses, and putting his hand in my mouth and me biting it and him thinking its so funny.<br />
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(Always balls all around our house. Right now sitting on the couch I can see four)</div>
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(He was riding his car, right after we were playing with his Thomas the Trains, then Thomas the Train was on TV and he sat in this position for like 15 minutes. It was AMAZING! He loved seeing the wee oh wee ohs on tv)</div>
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I want to remember him in each day, and every moment, I want to take a picture of him, I want someone to film our lives so I never forget all the sweet things and moments we have together as a family. If you follow me on instagram, you may see that I have a lot of posts or pictures, but you should know that I have to clean off my phone like seriously once a month, and I probably only post 10 of those 500 pictures.<br />
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He is our joy, and is my joy during this phase of our lives. And as I think about what I can do that makes me happy, its doing fun things with him and Brad. Doing things that we will remember forever. I may be my tiredest and poorest, but I definitely am at my best. Being a mom is a true joy on so many levels.<br />
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(I have been wanting to paint with him for a long time but have been <strike>too lazy </strike>too busy :) Today he had a hard time grasping we paint the paper, after much attempts he started dipping the paper in the paint...and he kept looking at his hands, he even tried to grab the paint with his clean hand and take it off his hand. His mind was probably spinning).</div>
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(Here he is trying to grab the paint-we had a big mess to clean up afterwards, and blue tub water, but it was so worth his new experience.)</div>
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I realize now that this post is not at all what I expected, but its what I needed. If anything I want to look back on these posts and see my life during that phase, which is what I got today.Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-55407236085766869322014-01-12T19:36:00.002-08:002014-01-12T19:36:39.782-08:00Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Christmas finally meant something this year to little cheek bear.</div>
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I was so tired and lazy on Christmas day to actually take pictures of him on our steps (the tradition) that I had to take them after we got back to Texas.</div>
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My laziness was justified, as he had thrush and that may have been one of the many worst nights we have had with him....he was miserable and wouldn't sleep at all, and had white patches all over his mouth. Poor thing. I tried everything....and Brad and I were so sleep deprived we couldn't see straight!</div>
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This is what my house looks like Christmas morning. My mom does Christmas bags for everyone...saves the wrapping. And the trees.</div>
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Miles loved his car. It was and is probably the best toy ever for him. Buttons, wheels, and ride on, put things in the trunk, push, so many options.</div>
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He rode it all over my parents house. We drove to Utah with this....it was worth the space it took.</div>
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My house is full of surprises...along with huge horses that just let you sit on them.</div>
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This is before Christmas in Texas...no matter what I do I try to get his eyes open. Not possible with the flash.</div>
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So here is our blurry boogery Christmas picture.</div>
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Brad took his test early so we could go to his best childhood friend's wedding in Midway Utah.</div>
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We may have been freezing but it was so pretty!</div>
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Reception...Miles just wanted to dance the entire time.</div>
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Having fun with uncle Alex in Provo, riding in a box!</div>
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Christmas was fun, and I always have a really hard time coming back to Texas. Somehow I do it, and we have been here a year and a half, and its going by so fast! </div>
<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-32806539231977494672014-01-12T18:21:00.000-08:002014-01-12T18:21:05.272-08:00Growing Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I am so behind on everything so.... here is a quick glance of some Miles.</div>
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-43302866447930852482013-12-07T23:18:00.000-08:002013-12-07T23:18:51.153-08:00I don't know what to say..I have tried to write this post so many times. . . I just have so much to say, I don't know what to say.<br />
But today the guilt got to me. And I have not written in any type of journal for over a month. Bad. So here goes a month of happenings.....<br />
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I hosted and co-created an all handmade craft fair, we were on the news, a lot of cool websites, and we got a lot of publicity. It was a great success, but so much work. I felt like I was a really busy crazy exhausted person for about 6 weeks. But it felt so great to accomplish something and have fun doing it.<br />
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Brad had a test on the Monday after the Boutique, so I basically had to do it alone, and thanks to awesome babysitters, that Miles went to (a lot) we were a success. I think he watched more Baby Einstein that week than any baby has watched in their lifetime. Yikes. My house was a disaster and I ordered pizza way too much. It was a hard week. But rewarding.<br />
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But Meanwhile back at the ranch.... (book reference)<br />
Miles has been growing up before our eyes. He does some really cute things. And some really not cute things. I'll make some lists.<br />
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<li>He has been sick for like 3 weeks now, either he keeps reinfecting himself or it is just never ending. So a lot of booger wiping. He came running to me with a kleenex the other day and I wasn't paying attention and all the sudden he is up in my grill wiping my nose with the kleenex.</li>
<li>Brad told me he picked up the thermometer and put it up to his head. And then walked away like he accomplished something. (Its the head swipe one, and clearly he knows what its for)</li>
<li>He loves to be chased, and we always say, "I'm gonna get you!" And I was putting decorations back on the tree (he took them off) and I was on my knees, and hadn't even played our chase game that day, and he came up and hit me with both hands on the back, turned around smiling and shrieking running away from me. He's a little ball of energy.</li>
<li>He runs everywhere. Walking isn't a thing. So that means lots of bruises and bumps. </li>
<li>He can throw a ball pretty far, and throws everything.</li>
<li>If you say, "Can mom have that?" He will hand it to you, but you better get up close because he will probably throw it at you. I have caught our crockpot lid from landing on the tile one too many times. I'm probably going to be buying just the lid soon.</li>
<li>If he has something he really wants to keep but can't have, he will scream at you when you ask him for it, but he will still throw it at you. </li>
<li>He pulls all the books on my bookshelf out everyday, but they are all board books, and all his, but he also sits and reads all day long. His voice does all sorts of ups and downs, and all sorts of babbling. And I know that all my education about exposure to literature is true. He is learning so much about his world through pictures and reading print, he is a synapses making little man all day long.</li>
<li>If he is crying in his crib in the night or in his nap, and I go in and get him out and hold him, he will lay on my shoulder at first then in his hysteria of crying he will turn and give me a kiss on the lips. And I can just about cry when I think of this one. Its the cutest thing, because he is still crying when he does it, and he keeps crying after he kisses me. Its just so sweet because he knows that he loves me, and even though he is upset he shows me how much he loves me and so glad I came in and got him. Little sweetheart.</li>
<li>He loves wheels, or anything that spins, so even on car tires, he will try to spin them. Its hilarious. He will flip a car or tractor over and spin the wheels to check out the lubrication, spinning speed, before he drives it. He's very sophisticated. </li>
<li>He is kinda shy, but not. Its strange, and sometimes he will not go to anyone else. But sometimes he will go to a random person he doesn't know. So strange. But I love him and all his strangeness. </li>
<li>He brushes my hair with my brush, and his hair, which is getting pretty long. We are seeing where the long hair goes..</li>
<li>He says ya, yep, and whisper ya to anything he wants. When you say 'say please' he says, "YA!" and hits himself for the sign please. When you say, 'do you want more' He says "YA!" And claps for the sign more. </li>
<li>He loves his blankie and teddy and binkie. And all the time we find him trying to pull his blanket through the crib railing, grunting and pulling, then yelling for us to come help him.</li>
<li>He can throw a ball around the room for 30 minutes. He will crawl into all sorts of spaces to get it out from where he threw it. He runs around the room and throws his hands up in the air when he is excited. He claps for himself. Always.</li>
<li>He loves being chased, and loves being tickled and thrown around on the couches and love sac. He giggles and screams and cannot contain his excitement. </li>
<li>He is really good at stacking blocks and he was really terrible at first, but he learns quick, and he loves doing it. (This one is lame, but it is really cute how slow and steady he puts it on top and then slaps his hands on his legs because he is excited)</li>
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<li>He takes the remote and somehow puts locks on some of our channels. </li>
<li>He gets pretty angry when something does not go right. Like when he can't open something, put something back together (this little egg we have) and he clenches his fists and growls....and sometimes screams. Its really cute, but also a challenge to discipline. Usually I just talk to him about it. He may catch what I am saying one day.</li>
<li>When someone takes his toy, he doesn't really hit them, if they are his size he just grabs their shirt and turns them where he wants them, then takes it back. And sometimes that little person ends up on the floor. Miles usually wins, he is pretty dedicated and feisty. But he doesn't throw fits, and if he wants something, he will scream, but you can throw a ball at him and he will forget about it, reminds me of a little puppy. Easily distracted.</li>
<li>He opens and closes the cupboards all day, he mostly likes the sound when they slam, but sometimes he takes stuff out and brings it to me, and sometimes he throws it and I catch it just in time. Crockpot lid.</li>
<li>He loves flushing toilets, and unrolling toilet paper rolls. I will be going to the bathroom and he will just come right over and flush the toilet 20 times while I am going. Also, I have yet to use toilet paper fresh off the roll in the past 3 months. Its usually covered in dust, and hair because I pick it up off our bathroom floor and cluster it in a big huge pom pom ball and put it in the basket on our toilet, and use it. Sometimes when I get ready....unrolling that toilet paper roll is just the right amount of time for me to get ready.</li>
<li>Turns off and on the TV endlessly. Its always in a different language.</li>
<li>Mouth, he still puts things in his mouth. Everything. I am so done with it. I am always saying, "What is in your mouth?" And he will throw it at me as he runs away, because he knows he shouldn't have it, and will usually scream as he does that. Just so I know he is not happy with my enforcing of the mouth rule.</li>
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Brad is doing well in school, and we just found out he can take the test early in 2 weeks, so we can come a day early, our friend is getting married, and we were going to have to drive through the night. (RUN ON SENTENCE-YIKES) Phew for Brad, me...I would have just slept and kept Miles happy the entire time. Brad never lets me/wants me to drive. I am a fall asleeper while driving. So its a protective measure. </div>
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I have officially decorated for Christmas for the first time ever! !!!!! Besides the tree. It was a fun endeavor and I have never gotten into decorating before, didn't own any nativities, but this year was different, I don't know why, I got into it. I want Miles to remember our decorations. He actually picked out our nativity today. We held two in front of him, because we couldn't decide, and...he just reached out and grabbed one, so we knew that was the one, and we went with it. He chose it and it was a family affair. I think our decorations will be special as our house expands, we will say, "Oh remember that is when we lived in Lubbock." (Providing we move away from here LOL) I guess we could say, that was when we were in med school and had no money, and you kept buying random Christmas decorations. I go in and out of frugal stages. I am always frugal, but sometimes I really won't buy anything unless it is an absolute need. Like not even one extra banana. Then other times I am like-freak I don't care I'm sick of stressing myself out to the max and not buying anything and being a cheap bum.</div>
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So then I throw in some kleenex brand kleenexes instead of the no name, and I throw in actual ziplocks, not the walmart brand. Then I think about returning them because I spent 2.00 more than I 'could have' spent. Guh. Its a terrible cycle to be in. But, its working out. And somehow it will always work out, it always does. And I am grateful for this stage of life, because we are so blessed with so much, and its good to be frugal and conservative, and not wasteful. I save all my boxes, and you know what...sometimes I use them. Ha! We also never turn the heat on. So Miles and I dress in very warm clothes all the time at home, then I am going crazy because I don't want to leave the couch under the blanket because I am so cold, then I decide to turn it on 67. Ha, but its kinda fun to be poor, kinda fun to budget and be concerned like we are adults or something. </div>
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It brings us closer together too, we find fun things to do that cost very little. And, we bond because usually its a challenge. Drive in movie-double feature with a 14 month old until 1 AM. We really should just pay a babysitter and go to a real movie theater. But then......its not $5 a person, and we get 2 movies for the price of one. So, $10 and a fun date compared to $30-40 dollars for movie and babysitter.</div>
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I try to do anything I can to earn extra $$, I am always selling stuff online, and I teach preschool 2xs a week with a friend, and I did the Backyard Boutique which brought in some cash, and I have cleaned, babysat houses, consigned my stuff and done a number of strange things to make extra cash.</div>
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Since I haven't posted for so long, I could really overload with pictures, but since my IPHOTO is full....ya really bad, and I just cleaned off 23 GB onto my hard drive....and my photos still won't load off my IPHONE, which is also full of pictures......this post is pictureless....</div>
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-78333072440208072842013-10-20T21:32:00.002-07:002013-10-20T21:38:27.328-07:00Caprock Canyon with Buffalo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We debated back and forth whether or not to go on the ward campout. We have a baby who is quite active, and runs away with no care in the world where his parents are. I mean if he sees us, he loves us, smiles and runs to us and wants us to pick him up. But you wouldn't know that he did love us by his running. Also, he is a good sleeper, but he has to be alone, he won't fall asleep in my arms at church. He barely falls asleep in cars, and mostly he just needs to be alone. So this whole tent thing was going to be tricky.</div>
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We arrived at the site with only a few minor problems, Siri took us to the sand dunes, where we got stuck and a family who timed it perfectly that day to leave their campsite and go see where they had gotten stuck the night before... and they helped us get unstuck.</div>
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We thought we had my tent here, which is a four man, but we had Brad's sister's tent, which we took a gamble that it would be a four man...nope 2 man. So the pack and play idea was out. </div>
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No pack n play. So we had a rollie pollie with us all night. I made him a bed, put 4 layers on him, but it was in the 40s and he doesn't keep a blanket on him, so I put him next to me, keep the little monkey warm. Basically he took up the entire air mattress, because everytime I tried to scoot him over, he cried, so I just stopped moving him in the night. Brad and I shared less than half of the air mattress, and Miles mostly slept using my stomach as a pillow, and Brad kept pulling the blanket up over us, and I kept pulling it down because it was over Miles head. My shoulders were chronically cold. And my boob not to mention...because I'm still nursing, and since we didn't want to wake up the entire campground IE our ward, I just basically nursed him all night. </div>
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If a picture is worth 1000 words, or what our night was like... Here it is. But somehow he wakes up happy as a lark.</div>
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Three is definitely a crowd.</div>
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Especially when the 3rd is an overactive toddler.</div>
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Who is hot and cold with his happiness.</div>
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And, his favorite thing to do was just explore and pick up all the rocks and sticks-and lick them of course.</div>
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It was a chilly morning!</div>
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But so beautiful.</div>
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We sat around the warm fire when we woke up.</div>
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We stayed around the fire, until I took the trek to the bathrooms to get Miles in a new diaper and relieve myself. You see, it was quite a hike to the potty, and I did pee in the bushes a few times to avoid that trek.</div>
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We enjoyed sitting around the fire, watching the buffalo across the lake.</div>
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On our way back from the bathroom we took pictures by the lake.</div>
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It really was so pretty.</div>
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A nice escape from Lubbock.</div>
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We talked about Brad's picture taking skills after this...how somehow he managed to get the light in every picture.</div>
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And he didn't even notice it was ruining the natural beauty.</div>
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But the point is, we documented, light and all.</div>
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We loved it. It was such a nice break from the hustle and bustle.</div>
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So I tried again, but dang, the light still made the pic :)</div>
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Aside from Brad's eyes, I love this pic.</div>
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We love the outdoors.</div>
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And grabbing things..</div>
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If Brad were to drop him, it would not be in water...surprisingly the dock was not over the water. </div>
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I always wonder what he is thinking. He is probably like a puppy. I wanna lick I wanna lick I wanna bite I wanna bite....but sometimes I think he knows....he knows how to act. So I like to think he has deeper thinking than that.</div>
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Its moments like these that may seem simple to the eye, but in these moments I get all giddy and cannot contain the love that fills inside of me. The love for these two, its the thing that gets me up in the morning, and it keeps me real. It keeps me happy.</div>
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I am so grateful for these two. In so many ways. I am grateful for Miles, because he is making me a better person, making me care about things that are really important, taught me how to love deeper and stronger, and teaching me the importance and reality of eternal families. He is teaching me that small things bring joy, like the sound of ripping tape, and the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board while cutting carrots. He has brought happiness into my life, and been my little companion during this difficult time of medical school away from our family and loved ones. He loves me and forgives me instantly (please last forever) and his kisses and hugs are worth every pain I have ever suffered. I am grateful for Brad, that he is such a dedicated hard worker, and that he cares about his life path, and he wants to be the best he can be, and that even though he has difficult tasks at hand, he stays calm and collective, and he continues to be diligent and accomplishes the task at hand. </div>
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He just mentioned to me that he wants to do his best in this current class, and he is scared that he won't receive the highest grade because it is so difficult, but he then said, "I'll only be mad at myself if I didn't do my best." Then I thought, wow that is such a great way to look at life. If we all do our best and still fall short, we have to know that we did our best, and sometimes winning, or becoming valedictorian, or whatever trophy wasn't our path, but yet the journey was our true purpose. Not saying the grade isn't important, but yet, doing our best is most important.</div>
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Now that I have gotten all deep, lets switch gears and watch Miles try to get out of the tent. He is so graceful.</div>
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It was quite painful to watch him. He would try to walk out, but then would just end up tripping, and falling on his face. Then be all tangled. He would pull his legs, but the tent kept bending and he could never get them over.</div>
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And the tent kept giving and he kept squiggling out of there..</div>
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And once he was out, he was free as a bird.</div>
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He thought he was the coolest, and just escaped with no turning back.</div>
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I took lots of pictures of him trying to get out because it really was funny to me.</div>
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It took him at least 2 minutes everytime. Best part is...he didn't even whine or cry, he just kept grunting and pushing and grunting knowing that the end was near.</div>
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Wow, hows that for a scenery shot? There are buffalo in that picture-I promise.</div>
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Oh thats a little better.....I promise we saw buffalo.</div>
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And to finish with my favorite picture of the trip. This baby bear who although was a complete whirlwind in our freezing cold night-loved every minute of his first camping trip.</div>
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Thank you Caprock Canyon for reminding us of the beauty of this earth, and bringing us back to reality. </div>
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That even if we lived in a tent, and froze every night, and ate only smores (due to us not being smart enough to bring anything to eat for dinner-and thankfully being saved by a kind souls spare tin foil dinner) family, is the only thing that really matters.</div>
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We decided to drive to Amarillo (2 hours) because Brad had a break between his two block classes. He has 2 classes per semester, and they had a week long break where they learned stuff that they didn't need to study for, just protocol stuff I guess (I don't really know because I didn't go). </div>
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So we went on a Tuesday, and it was nice because we were all alone on the trail aside from one serious hiking elderly couple. It wasn't Zions but its the best we have! Brad agreed to carry the pack of all our cargo-Miles included. Miles pretty much was miserable-hot and and kept whining and groaning-and sometimes full on crying.</div>
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We thought he would take a great nap in the car on the way to Amarillo so we drove during his nap time. Of course he didn't sleep much, and so hence our whiney pants.</div>
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Oh my gosh, this picture is with my cell phone, and no filter, I can't believe how blue the sky is. It looks like a green screen for sure.</div>
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I would feed Miles on the go, including dumping water on him. If you didn't know this about babies, I will tell you-they cannot regulate their temperature like a normal human. So, that means you have to dump water on them when its kinda hot, and dress them extra warm when its a little bit chilly. </div>
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Brad was completely soaking wet in sweat by the time we were done, it was like 98 or something, we went at the hottest time of the day, but don't worry, we went canyoneering in Fat Man's Misery, where we ran out of water because my camelback leaked out all over my back in the first hour. And so Brad and I were sharing his small camelback over a 10 hour 100 degree weather-no shade period. Everyone else ran out of water too, because the prepared ones had to share with the unprepared ones. I drank an entire hot water bottle when we got done. So we didn't want to make that mistake again. </div>
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It was really not the best for a baby in a pack-but we accomplished it with no injuries.</div>
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We did love seeing a piece of canyon in flat Texas.</div>
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Does Miles look like a girl in this hat? We were going for most coverage, and he wouldn't wear it most of the time, it made his head so sweaty, but the pale little thing burns if he gets one drop of sun.</div>
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I promise there are pictures of me, but they are on Brad's phone.</div>
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Panoramic view. LOL its terrible.</div>
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Miles looked like he was going to just dump right out on the downhill. He was clutching the pack so tight.</div>
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We kinda felt more at home in this canyon. It was such a good bonding experience for Brad and I. At one point he asked me to do impressions of people, I couldn't come up with any, so he spewed out a few, mostly all hilarious. Probably not you, he didn't target blog readers. </div>
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I followed behind Brad, for some reason he felt the need to take his extremely long legs and walk so fast. I really had to jog next to him to keep up. At one point we did jog together. Miles really liked that.</div>
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Here I am! I made the picture! At the end we let Miles get out and walk. He wanted to touch and grab everything. </div>
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Brad has been talking about this food place for so long. It was on Man vs. Food. And Man vs. Food has taken us to many places. Coyote Bluff Cafe. Darn show, but it doesn't disappoint. This was the chili cheese fries- I normally don't like them, but these were just fries with cheese and green chilies on top. So they were good, and I was starving, because Brad always wants to 'save up' for good eating places-and I am not a save upper. Because I don't think I eat my body's weight in one sitting, never not ever. Even starving I ate half of my hamburger. Although Miles was freaking out, due to no nap, an extremely hot hike and it was like 8 PM. Bedtime! And they had no high chairs-so he was on my lap the entire time. </div>
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Such a fun mini vacation for us. I loved the alone time with Brad, and I came up with this great idea for struggling couples. Put them on a 4 hour hike together, with no cell phones, and make them talk to each other- or better yet a camping trip with no connection to the outside world. That would for sure make or break their marriage. I just think alone time aside from the hustle and bustle is really rejuvenating for ones soul.</div>
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Now I'll get to do that again when we go on the ward campout! To a different canyon!</div>
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This post is hard for me to write. He has changed and grown up so much.</div>
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I don't even know where to start. And this is going to be a complete book, so you read it if you want, if not, its good journaling for me :)</div>
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There are so many things he does that are unique to him. He tries to carry around everything in one hand. His favorite things to carry around are shoes, ducks, toys, garbage, milk jugs from the garbage, pens, keys, paper, balls, food, shoes, and mostly shoes.</div>
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He carries around our shoes by their laces, he will have 3 or 4 tennis shoes in one hand, all holding by the laces. He will drop one and pick it up with his free hand, and try to gently ease it back into his hand with all the shoelaces crammed in those little fingers, then he will drop another shoe as he gets the previous dropped shoe in, and he will play that game for like EVER. He is so busy. He doesn't stop, so curious, loves staring at people. Notices every little detail, has to check everything out. Loves pushing the chairs, and his highchair around, and gets super MAD when it won't push on the carpet. He has to CLOSE everything. So annoying. I will be in the pantry while he is pushing on the door slicing me in half as he grunts and pushes trying to close the door while I am sandwiched trying to get that can of corn or something of the likes. He has this teasing personality. If he does something and you react to it, he will do it again and again. He also is a little sly dog. Today I was going to the bathroom minding my own business and he peeked around the corner and freaked me out so bad, then he ran in laughing and clenching his fists all excited that he freaked me out and surprised me. </div>
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He can't be stopped.</div>
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We try to take him in public but have just resorted to staying home with the crazy.</div>
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Just kidding. We still attempt the whole public thing.</div>
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He also can throw quite the fit.</div>
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I used to care, now I just let him while everyone stares at me. I'm sorry but I am not going to let him pull all the shoes off of the shelf. That's like 200 shoes I would have to rebox and clean up.</div>
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So, I try to redirect his attention but he is so STUBBORN (not from me of course) I cannot redirect so instead he throws his fit and we usually end up leaving while I try to talk to him about why he can't do that. I'm such a great parent. </div>
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People that babysit him say he likes to close doors, and drawers, and cupboards, and it drives him crazy if he can't. My friend Carissa was watching him and Miles shut her little boy Koyle in the pantry. He probably waltzed away like he had accomplished something. </div>
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I never have to worry about leaving the fridge door open, he always has my back.</div>
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Although, if you leave the doors to outside open, he is gone with the wind.</div>
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He loves outside. He loves animals. He follows them, has no fear of them, and is scared of them, but loves them more so his fear is overcome.</div>
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He is still long and skinny. And wouldn't hold still for this photoshoot. So I got what I could and accepted it. We have to stay busy and go out and about everyday in order to satisfy this little chump.</div>
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We go to the park a lot, its a short walk from our house, and lately Brad has been able to come with us. At the park he plays in the sand, watches and stares at the little kids, goes down the slide by himself, climbs up all the way to the slide by himself, goes through the tunnel train, picks up every piece of trash in sight, tries to get his shoes off the entire time, follows all the dogs that go by, bonks his head several times, plays in the sand, and tries to escape our watch. He seriously has no care in the world for knowing we are nearby. It freaks me out. He is a runner. With no intent on coming back. Don't get me wrong-he loves his parents-he just doesn't need us. I just went through a 2 day all day yoga teacher training, and man I missed him, and when I got home he would hear the garage and be standing at the door waiting for me, then he would run full blast at me wrapping his arms around my neck. And he will lay his head down on my chest for a total of 10 seconds and then he is wiggling out of my arms ready to be put down again, and continue about his business. Man I just teared up thinking about that. Although he is constantly on the move, constantly pulling everything out of my drawers, and bookshelves, and cupboards, he does love me and man I love him.</div>
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Like I said, this photoshoot really struggled. And I didn't care about the lighting so we just went with it, because it was long overdue. He knows when we say no, but sometimes ignores, but sometimes continues and shakes his head no no as we are telling him "Miles no no" from across the room.</div>
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He wanted this little boy's binkie, so he took it out from his mouth and I said, "No no, and took it from him and gave it back to the little boy." And Miles smacked the little boy right in the face. I grabbed him and turned his face to me and I said firmly, "No no! We don't hit our friends." He then smacked me so hard in the face. Then I took him to his room and put him in his crib while he screamed bloody murder for ten seconds then I grabbed him and cuddled him and he wouldn't console so I gave him to Brad. Granted this was like 2 hours past his bedtime. So...I'll let that one slide.</div>
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But he is just a little fire ball, but also mellow at the same time. Its so a mix of Brad and I. He has fire, and he can really be determined, but yet he is chill and content with whoever and wherever he is. </div>
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He also loves books (so me) and music (so Brad). He will dance to anything, and if he hears something with music whether it be a video, a toy or a phone he zooms over to check it out and do a little side step dance. It cracks us up. He will pull out a book at a time and read it and talk out loud like he is reading it in jibberish, then pull out another 3 or 4, then read those, he will do this for an entire 20 minutes until all 100 board books are scattered across the floor. We let him do that everyday, because they are his, and he can't break them (actually he does find ways) and he reads them to his hearts content. Then I put them back on the shelf only for him to do it again and take up another 20 minutes of his day. He is always listening and contributing to Brad playing the piano and guitar, and if he hears the electric guitar he is right there in minutes. He will reach up while Brad is playing and strum along, while he side step dances. We have to keep him out of the music/study/craft room because he just wants to strum the guitars and he knocks them over on himself and gets bonks and bruises and cuts.</div>
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In church he sings so loud, and Brad and I just try to keep singing and not laugh our heads off. He is so serious about it, and we have never seen anything like it. He holds real still and looks straight ahead and just sings not yelling, perfectly in tune-jk- like I would know anyway.</div>
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When he hears the tub running he is in there in a jiffy, usually his hands full of something as he runs in. He pulls off his shirt over his head, and pulls off his pants and diaper and puts his leg up over the tub, and would dive in if we would let him. He plays and plays in the tub. I usually sit on my computer or last night I called my mom and talked to her for a half hour while he played in the tub, he reads all his tub books, and dumps water on himself and then all the fun ends because he pooped a big turd and we had to call it quits. </div>
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He throws everything, and then picks it up again and throws it again. Sometimes a ball, but usually just anything. He has started pushing cars and tractors around and plays and plays with them. Then usually throws them. He loves all types of foods, I still have yet to find a food he won't eat. The other day I got a carton of raspberries at the grocery store, he saw me put them in and turned and reached and grunted and whined, so I grabbed them and fed the entire carton to him as we shopped. Unwashed-ya, sometimes those pesticides make you stronger. Jk-bad mom move. But he was hungry, and he is so skinny I will feed the kid anything he will eat. He rarely sits and eats. He will take a bite and run away. I try to put him in his highchair but he will just wisp all of his food on the floor, then eat it off the floor once I get him out. He hates being contained. He will come get a bite, run and play, come get a bite, run and play. Or he will carry food around in his hand while he plays taking a bite every once in awhile. </div>
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He is great at giving kisses and somehow thinks that tongue out is the appropriate way to kiss, he won't look at you, but just stick his tongue out and lean at you giving you a slobber kiss then be on his way again. </div>
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Dada</div>
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Mama</div>
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His favorite books:</div>
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Animal Sounds</div>
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Brown Bear</div>
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Any Touch and Feel book</div>
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His favorite foods:</div>
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Chicken</div>
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Here he is proving that he always has goods in his hands, my mascara which he grabbed while I was trying to wet his crazy hair down for these pictures, and teething tablets which he saw on my nightstand and grabbed. (Which after 4 years of marriage, we finally splurged and got nightstands ($20) lol and got rid of the Ikea table, and tv dinner table that were acting as our nightstands-feels more homey)</div>
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He did this by himself, probably from all of our dance parties we have (as a family-we aren't clubbin with a 1 year old) but he will run in place, when we say run, and jump, by bending down and coming up fast-not making it off the ground of course, well sometimes he will over correct and fall if that counts as a jump. </div>
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He waves bye bye, we still can't get him to blow kisses-not his thing I guess. Sometimes he will do it to my mouth. He still only will watch baby einstein. But for less amount of time now-you think he would watch it for longer, but nope he is a busy man. He will watch it on my phone and be up in the downward dog position, with the phone right under his face.</div>
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About a month ago, I started putting his favorite teddy bear in his crib with him. It works as a pillow, a comfort and a play toy when he wakes up too early for me. So we put him in his crib, hand him teddy, whom he grabs with both arms and squeezes around his neck, hand him his binkie, hand him his blankie, which he grabs with one free arm, then rolls over on top of teddy to fall asleep. Sometimes when he is grumpy we get teddy out and he cuddles him and carries him around all day. Sometimes Miles will go in his room and come out with teddy, I guess pulling him through the crib rails. I will hear a few grunts and a plop and I know Miles pulled and pulled and then fell on his butt. Like I said, he is determined.</div>
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Church is difficult, because its right smack in nap time. So we always end up outside, walking around the temple, stepping and stepping off and on the curb over and over again.</div>
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Hair game: Brad holds him down and I put all my hair over him and shake my head. Then I chase him with my hair, tickling him and he is always trying to get out of the mass of my hair. Probably more fun for us then him.</div>
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Dance Parties: We are always dancing, any break we get we are turning on the music and dancing up a storm. Miles has the standard two step, but sometimes he throws in some arms or some spins. </div>
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Head Game: He loves pushing our heads to one side, then pushing them to the other like we are shaking our head no. He thinks its so funny, and we don't know why, maybe because we are his little puppets. He will do it to me the entire time he is nursing.</div>
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Bowling Game: I bought this Melissa and Doug Bowling Set and despite our many efforts to teach him to throw the ball, he refuses. We will hand him the ball to throw at the pins, and he will keep the ball, put it under his arm, and walk to the pins and knock them over one by one with his hands. Thinking it is the greatest thing ever. So, its hand bowling.</div>
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Everything goes in the mouth. Still. Please can that be over soon!</div>
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We were at the science spectrum the other day and we were watching the reptile show and he just went up to this older man sitting in the show and laid his head on his knee. Then he reached his arms up to him, and the man picked him up and he stayed in his lap! What the?? So random. Then he would run to him, anytime anyone else tried to give him attention. We were crackin up. This is the same day a little girl with an absent mother was going down this car ramp thing backwards and totally flattened Miles. I freaked out, as I ran towards him trying to prevent the collision. He screamed, that hurt, and some parents just have no idea what their kid is doing and the mom may have even seen her do it and didn't even give a *%#$. I realize accidents happen, but accidents can be prevented if you teach your child how to be safe, and you are actually paying attention to your child, and accidents still happen, I get that, but at least apologize when your kids breaks another kid's skull. (His skull isn't broken FYI)</div>
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He still struggles with flashes.</div>
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We are growing his hair out. Because its got that natural wave like my hair has, and its blonde and its beautiful, and we want to be hipster.</div>
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His eyes are really blue, and with his blonde hair he is just a dream boat.</div>
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He is going to think I am so weird when he is like 15.</div>
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Brad and I always wonder who he will be most like. But really he is his own specimen. </div>
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He is curious, loving, busy, fireball, mellow, playful, happy, teasing and unique in his own little way.</div>
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And he has a toothful smile with 6 teeth and some back ones coming in for like 2 weeks now.</div>
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But he struggles with being told what to do. I wouldn't let him leave.</div>
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And because he is an only child, he is spoiled. That will change!</div>
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He does love babies, and wants to be right up next to them, and sometimes two hand slams them, because he thinks they can play with him.</div>
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One time in the night he woke up screaming, so I went in and all he wants to do is nurse when I go in, so I nursed him and I was completely out of it, but he sat up, and started doing patty cake, marking it then throwing it in the oven. I just laughed, then he went right back to nursing. Sometimes on our video monitor I will see him clapping in his sleep. Or shaking his head back and forth back and forth like he does in his car seat violently while he kicks his legs just for fun. He's a hoot. He keeps us busy. He is always on the go. We love him and although this is going to be my last photo shoot month post. I will always keep you informed of his recent developments. I wonder if I can keep up this pace with my next children....we will see.</div>
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-19356994009098640892013-10-04T12:10:00.000-07:002013-10-04T12:13:41.569-07:00The story of being a Medical Student's WifeYou know, when we signed up for medical school (signed up is a laid back term for, agreed thats what we are doing, and funny I should even say we, when I met Brad that was his plan, so I jumped on the plan willingly) everyone told us how hard it was, how their cousin's brother's wife left him while he was in school, or I even had a fellow co-worker say flat out to me, "Well you are signing up for a divorce." That bothered me, and in those comments and warnings, I prepared for the absolute worst. I prepared for utter hell to unleash the moment we started Medical School. I mean people just assured me how hard it was going to be, marriage was going to be rocky, never have a husband around, he will turn into somebody else, he is going to sleep with the nurses, fellow doctors, etc. Grey's Anatomy style, just utter chaos, adultery, and devastation and drama around every corner.<br />
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Even upon arriving we attended a Medical School Spouse Alliance meeting, mostly for the free pizza. Let's be honest-I was nine months pregnant and ravishing for food wherever I could get it. They had a wife from each year get up and talk about the year, what to expect, how to cope, etc. One delicate flower got up and told through her sobs and tears of how her marriage, and family had suffered greatly from her husband being in medical school. She told of how her son never saw his father, and their marriage was just a cracked window ready to shatter. My husband Brad and I looked at each other with a scared look on our face, and I leaned over and said, "Well it begins."<br />
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Then medical school started, Brad was in Anatomy. Not your regular school anatomy where you memorize the muscles or whatever, but you have to memorize pretty much a dictionary of the body. And remember it, and dissect a dead human using that knowledge. So its true-he was gone from sun up to sun down. Then when he got home, he was home, but not really home (thats our favorite saying as med school wives). Because our husbands go into their study cave and stay there until midnight or later, then they come out exhausted and just want to sleep. So our day was spent doing whatever wives do, then we literally have a husband, but we really don't ya know? So it was, it was dreadful. I couldn't do it. We moved here, I had no husband, I was 9 months pregnant, no job, no friends, no family, nothing to do all day, no money, and it was 107 degrees everyday, making it absolutely miserable.<br />
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Then I went a week overdue. And every day of that was agony as I watched friend after friend post on facebook of their newborn baby, born 2 weeks early, in the night, oh how joyous! So, we even discussed with the doctor to schedule my induction around Brad's tests. When I was in labor, he actually went to his labs, and class. He actually did my friends. (I delivered in the Texas Tech University Hospital and it was right on campus). But just the fact that he was putting class before me and our unborn son, told me, my life was changing right there.<br />
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And so the struggle began, my mom flew out the DAY I came home from the hospital. We dropped her off at the airport on our way home. Brad settled me on the couch, and put Miles in his little rocker right next to me. Kissed me on the head and said, "I'll be home tonight."<br />
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That is how day after day went in that first block of Anatomy. I look back and see how easy it was for me to fall deeper and deeper into this medical school wife figure. It was horrid, it was horrible, it was a disaster of drama. I was left to my own accord.<br />
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But actually Anatomy ended, and that's when I can say, our medical school life started together. They must put that first to really scare you to your absolute end. To really challenge your marriage, your life, your existence, because after that, anything is doable.<br />
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We have been through a lot, I have gone over every stereotype, scenario, and possible outcome in my head and with Brad, that tags along being in medical school, and residency and finally becoming a doctor. We have discussed thoroughly anything that has come up that could threaten our marriage. And yes, times are hard sometimes. Sometimes I don't see him, sometimes he is 'home but not really home', but I can say without a doubt, that this 'medical school' thing has been the greatest and most rewarding experience for us. We (mostly me) were worried about how hard it was going to be, we signed up for a complete disaster we (pretty much only me) were sure of it. But, in actuality, it has been an amazing adventure. And contrary to popular belief, I do see my husband, he is a supportive loving caring husband, and he is around for my son's life. Are there times where I feel like I am alone in this: YES! But who out there hasn't had a busy spouse, or a busy life. You know its not just med students that have it hard and may work around the clock, farmers, lawyers, teachers, janitors, restaurant owners to name a few. Don't tell me your husband didn't go to medical school because of the long hours, because that is not just connected to medical school. Don't feel pity for me because my husband is gone a lot, because that's not just med students, residents and doctors.<br />
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We signed up for this, and we really love it. And we are so glad we are here, and it is not tearing us apart, it is making us so much stronger than we were before. Sometimes Brad and I will laugh and I will say, "Man our first year of marriage if that would have happened, I would be so mad at you right now." But now, we understand each other, and that first year was rocky, not on our marriage, but on each of us, because we were going through different things all at once. I had a baby, I became a mother, I moved to a new place and left everything behind. He started what he had finally worked so hard for, he was being challenged in school to his limit, he was a new father, trying to help his depressed post pardum crazy wife, he was trying to balance everything God, Wife, School, Baby, and be good at it. And we still are working everyday to be the family we want to be. But, although we are challenged and tempted, and struggling, we are finding joy in every moment. And we are happy.<br />
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We have learned what is important in life, when we are alone and left with nothing to lean on, we have to lean on each other, and that has just been beautiful. We are united in this, and it feels good to say it. So, yes we have struggled being in medical school, but its not because of medical school specifically, but mostly because we are a family tackling the world, a new and adventurous challenging world. And I don't doubt that every other family out there has struggles just like we do.<br />
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We had a rough go at it, and if you would have talked to me a year ago, I would have just told you my woes, but now, talk to me again. Its good. I have adjusted, and I have grown up, and I have become an ever improving and working and sometimes failing supportive wife who will stand by her husband and son (and future children) 100%.<br />
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And just a few days ago, we had our usual talk where I am frustrated and jealous of Brad being able to do several activities all in one day, and go to school, and all the while I get a gym break of 1 hour, and we talked about how we can do better to help each other get through this, and we talked of what I needed to feel happy, and what he needed to feel rested and ready for his new task at hand, so we aren't ever going to be that perfect family, but just like any other family, we are working through this, but the best part is, we are doing it together.<br />
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-34061579702619340032013-09-22T20:08:00.002-07:002013-09-22T20:08:51.352-07:00Recovering..Before we talk about Miles' birthday...Let me first announce the creation of a wonderful and dream come true Boutique I created and brought my friend Abby to the team with me.<br />
Backyard Boutique!!<br />
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This has been months in the making and I am SO relieved and excited it is finally happening.<br />
Cannot wait for November 23rd, to see all the vendors and crafters, and shoppers and say....I did this! I made creative artistic people get together and join hands and sing together in bliss!! Okay maybe not like that...but I am so happy to have a dream come true and this Boutique to really be happening. Done with one thing and on to the next big thing is my life theme right now...But did you really expect me to stop teaching and just lay around and do nothing!?!?!?!?!!!? NO!!! I say NO!!! So heres to an amazing Boutique that I can't wait for!!!<br />
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So it has been exactly one week since Miles' birthday, and it really took me some time to recover.<br />
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Brad blew these up with our air mattress manual pump. Brad got mad at me after the party and said he didn't have a weekend. Well honey-I didn't have a month so....yes its my fault. And I'm really sorry.</div>
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I worked on these for about a month and a half straight. I love the way they turned out.</div>
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The zebra-oh I couldn't get the zebra to work out. I think I spent about 20 wasted hours on the zebra, then one night as I woke up at 3 AM, it all came to me what I needed to do, and she finally came together. Little stinker. I really wanted to paint these for Miles, he mostly loves cats and dogs and hasn't really came in contact with a lion on the street, but he watches Baby Einstein, and he loves the animal ones the best.</div>
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Abby my friend made the cupcakes-luckily-I couldn't have done these too...that would have just put me over the top. As if I wasn't over the top already.</div>
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Oh I also printed all his monthly pictures, and made a jungle banner.</div>
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Oh and I printed and made party hats...</div>
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And I printed pictures for his month to month frame.</div>
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He ate like 4 bites then just demolished it.</div>
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Guilty.</div>
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Cute guilty.</div>
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Here is a close up of his 1.</div>
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And we survived.</div>
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The Jones Family, The Wildings, and the Andersons came for the fun.</div>
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The birthday boy himself.</div>
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The guests and party time.</div>
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Riggs came and things started to get Craaazy.</div>
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Because Miles started eating his shoe.</div>
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I feel like he grew up before my eyes.</div>
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Well technically speaking-he did grow up before my eyes...so thats a dumb expression. He grew up so fast my eyes didn't see it is my amended expression.</div>
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I really wanted him to wear the party hat.</div>
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He really didn't want to.</div>
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So glad Abby did.</div>
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Koyle was also a happy participant in the party hat department.</div>
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Riggs was excited at first then dropped out.</div>
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Oh hi cookies.</div>
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Singing time.</div>
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He was really confused.</div>
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Party time, party time.....</div>
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Sorry I know you saw these, but I took pics with my phone and my camera...so we are getting double action.</div>
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He was so serious about it. So serious.</div>
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Present time!!!</div>
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OH my goodness I almost forgot...I made a pinata. From scratch.</div>
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Or a balloon.</div>
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Pinata time!</div>
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The lion took a severe beating.</div>
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Miles went for the bat when the candy was down.</div>
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Previously I forgot to put these tractors from my parents into the picture.</div>
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Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-86809831831395795872013-09-12T21:26:00.001-07:002013-09-12T21:26:07.874-07:00Miles 1 Year PhotosI had Miles' 1 Year pictures done yesterday. I'm in love with them. And you know me, I post everything in case I lose all my pictures on my hard drive in a fire or something. My safety unit is my blog :) Credit to Julie at<a href="http://www.wahoomoments.com/"> www.wahoomoments.com</a><br />
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I love those little eyes. Blue and slanty. So cute.</div>
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I bought him an adorable sweater to wear for his 1 year old pics...I tried it on him the morning of and it didn't fit-so big on him. Skinny arms pants. So this was my go to outfit. I pulled the tags off of everything and we got it!</div>
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I love his white blonde hair.</div>
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I love that he wouldn't sit still even for a second, and he made his way around the entire park.</div>
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Oh when did he grow up?</div>
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I just can't handle his cuteness, and this picture is my favorite. You may have seen it on my instagram. Just pinch me I'm so in love with him.</div>
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I made this cake and this cake stand. I love how precious.</div>
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This is pre tip over.</div>
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Still pre tip over.</div>
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Post tip over because I had to put it back on the stand-hence the chocolate underneath showing.</div>
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He just decided to tip it on over, thinking that was a brilliant idea.</div>
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He even clapped for himself. Too many knocking down blocks for him.</div>
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Its like when he throws our Iphones and claps for himself.</div>
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We can't get mad at him-we created that.</div>
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Um...baby magazine photo. Seriously. My photographer is amazing.</div>
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He dug right in.</div>
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He kept wisping his little finger in the frosting and licking it.</div>
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He didn't even notice us.</div>
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Then he started digging in.</div>
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Just thinking Yum Yum.</div>
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Don't bother me.</div>
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Then he decided to run for the lake.</div>
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We herded him back.</div>
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He loved every minute of this.</div>
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And tipped the cake over again.</div>
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So proud of himself.</div>
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It was a sight to behold.</div>
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Double fist. Best part is it was in his diaper. Like IN his diaper. I do not know how cake feels in your leg crevasses.... </div>
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Monumental.</div>
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Mom let me just go to town on this cake.</div>
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And it wasn't even my birthday...</div>
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Meaning...</div>
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This post took awhile as my baby bear woke up puking in his crib. </div>
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As I sat by him when he was in the tub I thought what a precious moment this is. He kept looking over at me as he was playing, he would smile and get excited. My heart would melt as he would puke and puke until nothing came out. Then he would sit and read his bath book and talk and talk and talk, flipping the pages, and even giggling. Oh man, he is such a sweetheart. Then he looks up at me and kinda laughs and smiles at me. Then we got out. Then we got dressed. Then he puked all over me and himself. Then we took another bath. Then we got out, got dressed, and then he puked all over me and himself. After our eighth time draining the tub, we finally puked mostly everything, but kept puking just pedialyte after that. 11:00 PM Brad came home from the Tech football game, and held him over the sink as he kept puking nothing, and then I am here, finishing this post. Here is to a night hoping he sleeps and doesn't feel miserable.</div>
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Love him. My poor cheek bear, breaks my heart when he is sick.</div>
<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-74574513944382993192013-09-09T21:03:00.001-07:002013-09-09T21:03:25.043-07:00September Brings JoyI cannot BELIEVE it is September. This month has brought some exciting information.<br />
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<li>I teach preschool with my friend-and it started-we do it in her home and we have 10 little friends to teach.</li>
<li>Miles turns one on the 15th! (So that means obviously I am going over board for his party-stay tuned).</li>
<li>I had to go to a substitute meeting today-I was a sub last year-they just had some new info for us, so that means I have to start subbing. (I don't love it-but we want to get residency in Texas and you have to be employed here for a year so I am doing it for that-and originally I did it thinking I wouldn't mind it. But I do.)</li>
<li>I just signed up to train to be a YOGA teacher in October! This has been on my list of things to do for SOOOOOooooo long! </li>
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Okay, list over. Busy. I feel so busy. Every nap time I have 5000 things I could do. I am mainly trying to finish some paintings I am doing for Miles. I am doing a zebra, lion and elephant. Almost done with zebra and lion, working on the elephant. I need to just stay up all night and I can get everything done that I need to. </div>
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Miles has become so busy. He loves reading books with Daddy, and they read books every night together before nunight.</div>
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Miles takes this time very seriously.</div>
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Brad and I have been mastering the art of pizza making. Oh my yum!</div>
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We have swimming several times across the street, and Miles loves the pool and loves water.</div>
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This day Miles was wearing my older brother's shoes and bowtie. He looked so handsome!</div>
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Brad started school (awhile ago). But although this year is going to be harder for him school wise, hopefully it is better for us, as we are busy busy!</div>
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My double stroller tires have been under the weather for awhile. (I have a husband-he just keeps forgetting to fix them.)</div>
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So we improvised while I was babysitting. On the way there, Miles got cut in half from the strap. I loosened it on the way home.</div>
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Our friend Koyle rode in the stroller with him. It was so cute, and neither of them acted like this was inconvenient at all. I was laughing the entire time.</div>
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This is how we do the dishes. We were at my friend Abby's house yesterday, and Miles walked in her kitchen and came walking out with two HUGE knives in his hands. We all freaked out and I rushed over and took them away. Her dishwasher was open and thank you Miles for not chewing on those. </div>
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Some days we chill. Some days we watch Baby Einstein. </div>
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Miles had some curly cues hair.</div>
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He won't hold still for anything. It is the story of my life, everything is blurry.</div>
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We visited the Ranching Heritage Museum in Lubbock, and loved climbing on the train.</div>
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We went with our friends Matthew and Koyle.</div>
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Koyle's hat cracks me up. His cute little face is under there somewhere!</div>
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We went to dinner with our friends and Matthew was pooped. Crashed on the table. </div>
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Sometimes I forget to put sunscreen on Miles. He still loves me.</div>
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Our backyard is small-but sometimes it is the only way we can be happy at home all day.</div>
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We went to a friend's graduation party, and Miles sat here the entire time chewing on the candy. Speaking of which he has 4 top teeth! AHHhhhh and 3 bottom teeth.</div>
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This was at our ward playgroup. Our friend Emmy loves Miles and always wants to pick him up and hold him.</div>
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Our friend Carissa gave us our FIRST haircut. Miles was perfect and chewed on his licorice the entire time!</div>
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And he looked like a new little boy when we were done!</div>
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He always walks around with something in his mouth-ever since he was a babe. This is a cheese quesadilla. He is a doll baby.</div>
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We went to a little baby shower-husbands and kids invited for our friend Ariel. </div>
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Here are the med wives/resident wives of Lubbock!</div>
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Our friends William and Riggs. Miles has a perfect sad face. This was a night where after the baby shower-we went to Abby's to go nunight because our husbands all went to play Call of Duty.</div>
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Bath time with William!</div>
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We are loving Lubbock this year. (Last year was so much harder). We teach primary, and Miles is sooooo hard at church. He just wants to run around anywhere we are, so him sitting in sacrament, or primary, or our primary class is so not happening. So we basically take turns being outside, or in the hall with him. </div>
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So I turned 25 on the 3rd of August. I thought I would be sad about being so old. I still feel 20, then I look at my wedding pictures. When I was 20. I look young, beautiful and naive. Now I worry too much. Not to mention...skinny and tan. And my hair hadn't all fallen out.</div>
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Oh the woes. But you know what, I am happier now. I love my husband more. And I love my baby.</div>
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Who by the way, is growing up.</div>
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My birthday started off right with the SHARE FAIR. Its an annual thing we do here in our Stake in Lubbock, where everybody donates for 3 days, brings their junk to the church, and then we all go on one day and take that junk that we think is treasure. Like a yard sale. A free yard sale.</div>
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Last year I came home with a breast pump, bumbo, bread maker, drill for Brad. A load of diapers, Miles' Gap blessing outfit, and lots more odds and ends.</div>
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This year I came home with like 50 pieces of felt, gesso (art supply), 4 Melissa and Doug puzzles-like new, about 20 records-a lot of Elvis, and other classics. 10 or so board books for Miles, some nice plates, swimming suit for Miles next summer, a bike helmet for kids that come over and ride our little trikes when we go on walks, and lots of other odds and ends. So that was a birthday starting off right!</div>
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Here Miles is waiting for the fun to begin!</div>
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We went to a little diner called The Egg and I, here in Lubbock after the share fair for Breakfast-Brad planned out my entire day...it was a busy one! I think its good...but I have one problem with it..they use fake butter in the eggs, and I can taste it...its like a butter spray or something..and it tastes horrible, and I asked them to put NONE of it on my food, and they still did, and they gave me bacon instead of sausage, and they gave Brad completely the wrong meal, and didn't really apologize for it. So....the food is good, but honestly.....I can make it better at home, we just go there, so we DONT have to make it at home. And I'm not sure why I just reviewed that restaurant when I was talking about my birthday.</div>
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Then we came home and....</div>
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Brad gave me my present.</div>
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He made it sound like this entire time my present was going to be the worst ever. I was expecting like a weight loss DVD by the way he described how mad I was going to be.</div>
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But instead it was probably the best and most thoughtful present I have ever gotten.</div>
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It says, Today we are going to Drop it like its HOT and go on a shopping SPREE, and spend $ 100 (I wish Grand). This has been a tough PATCH in our lives so I hope this gives you a riesen to not skittdaddle. </div>
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By rough patch he means (poor/broke/zero money/zilch).</div>
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Then he had a card that had a lovely note in it that made me tear up, and it had a 100 dollar bill in it. He said I could buy nothing on sale and nothing for Miles.</div>
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Then we all took a 3 hour nap. Best present ever.</div>
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Then we dropped Miles off at the babysitter, and ventured to the mall, where I spend all and OVER my 100$ budget. I got 2 shirts, and 2 tank tops. So you know how much they cost. Yikes, but I wanted something I loved, and I wanted something that was flattering, and I wanted something that I could never buy on a normal day. But right when we walked into the mall I thought, man, Miles really needs shoes. But...then Brad said, "Brit! No!"</div>
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I spend all my extra money on him....and I like it that way.</div>
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Brad was so cute, he shopped with me, which he normally hates, he found shirts and pants for me, and held them up and said, "Babe this would look cute."</div>
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He NEVER does this sort of thing. NEVER EVER EVER. </div>
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He always stresses me out when we go shopping, because he follows me around and makes me hurry.</div>
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He did not do this, but at first I felt the stress and then I got used to having a real shopping buddy.</div>
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And it felt really nice to just buy what I wanted, and not look or worry about the price tag.</div>
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Sometimes I think, crap...I should have used that money for something I really needed, but then I am reminded that it is okay to have nice things once in awhile and that was my present. Thats just the frugality coming out in me.</div>
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After our shopping spree we ate my favorite food, and I realize the light makes my nose look ginormica in this picture, but as usual the waiter put this in front of Brad first, thinking it was his. Always makes us chuckle.</div>
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Of course I ate that entire thing, with no problem. I can eat meat like its nobodies business, and for some reason....I never get sick of it. (Says the obese overweight eating too much lady)</div>
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Afterwards we went to our friends (the Anderson's house and had a little party). </div>
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Where we got a Sams cake and it was disgusting. Never do that. There is a reason they are only $12.</div>
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So do I feel sad that I am 25, no...but maybe when 30 comes along I will feel something. I feel so blessed to be married to such a thoughtful husband, and we are so grateful that this new year has brought us our sweet Miles. Bring on 26. Not really though.</div>
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See all about my birthday song last year <a href="http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2012-08-10T20:25:00-07:00&max-results=15">ALL ALONE</a></div>
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Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-21066352585980226962013-08-21T21:21:00.000-07:002013-08-21T21:21:05.743-07:00The giggles..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This video made me pee my pants. </div>
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Seriously.</div>
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We were at our friends house and they pulled out the costume box.</div>
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Miles fit perfectly into this one.</div>
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Miles right before he turned 11 months. Laugh my bum off.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzteB3yTUegb2qAYNDpDDSLzuHZk-0pxcc69hzT_MbBGda5W6VPNDheFi18qAldW0ypAeOzGp2GcHNbqAghSA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-88607615696825744362013-08-16T11:54:00.002-07:002013-08-16T11:54:58.797-07:00Miles growing up...again...11 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Somehow the time is just getting away from me. </div>
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One day he is born, the next he is 11 months old.</div>
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Next month I know I'm going to cry.</div>
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I'm going to cry because my first little baby is 1.</div>
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Oh how he has changed.</div>
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He is SO full of energy, so curious. If he hears something he has to see what it is.</div>
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He will crane his neck, and lean his entire body over to see another baby, or to see a puppy, or something exciting.</div>
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He still chews on EVERYTHING.</div>
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Poor little guy is getting 5 teeth all at once right now. One on the bottom and 4 on the top! We just keep him loaded up with medicine. We were letting him chew on cold celery and he will carry it around with him all day, but it was all bloody. Poor baby.</div>
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We went to the doctor last month and he was 30% for weight (that dropped A LOT) but she wasn't worried because he started walking so early, that made him trim down. His head was 40% (so all you people who have told me he has a big head...he doesn't). His height was 70%! So we are glad he is going to be a tall bean pole-not so much a football player right now. Mommy's got you all geared up for basketball anyway.</div>
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Daddy wants baseball, and golf. Mommy thinks you are going to be a well rounded athletic child. Soccer, basketball, football, baseball, golf, volleyball, you will play them all. (Minus tennis-your parents are terrible at tennis baby love).</div>
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Miles can do patty cake, wave byebye (for like 3 months now, I just am mentioning again) he JUST started blowing kisses-FINALLY-I swear he sings EIEIO from Old MacDonald. . </div>
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He says "doe" after we say Let's Go!</div>
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He plays peek a boo constantly, and sometimes with himself in the mirror, going out of view and then back into view. Cracks me up.</div>
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He follows me around everywhere and is pulling on everything, throwing everything, pulling everything out of the cupboards and drawers.</div>
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The other day we had cut a bunch of coupons out of a coupon book, and he would pick them up and put them in one hand and walk around, then he would drop one, lean over pick it up with his empty hand and stuff it into his full hand full of coupons. I thought it was funny, but he does it with EVERYTHING. He will stuff all the socks in one hand. His favorite thing to carry around is a sock. So weird. He also always puts something in his mouth and walks around. Like a rubber duck, where only the head fits in his mouth. Such a little dorky pants. </div>
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Lately he loves dance parties. We turned Britney Spears on Itunes yesterday and just danced for about an hour. I would put him down and he would start to cry, then I would try to get him to dance by himself. He just rocks back and forth. Cutest ever. He laughs so hard when we hold him and dance around the room. He will hear music in the distance and randomly start dancing. </div>
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When we are in stores together and he is in the shopping cart. He will reach out and grab everything.</div>
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Then I just keep going hoping he will let go, but he doesn't and so by the end of my shopping trip I have 15 things in my cart that he put in. I also just stick him in the big part of the cart, and he plays with everything in the cart, so when we get up to check out-half the tags are soaking wet and won't scan. Thank you Mr. Miles.</div>
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He makes all these funny sounds that Brad and I always laugh and try to duplicate.</div>
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Like he will say 'oh' but it will go up on the end so its like oooooooooowwwwhhhh.</div>
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Hard to explain. But so cute.</div>
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He won't sit still for anything, and he basically just closes his eyes when he sees my camera, just to avoid the flash.</div>
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So most of our pictures look like this. Sensitive eyes.</div>
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He can play alone and he will read a book for like 5 minutes at a time, talking and flipping the pages, its so cute. He has started getting up on his head and feet, like he is about to do a summersault, but then he just looks at us while he is upside down. Its a new exciting thing for him....(or he's absolutely nuts).</div>
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Speaking of nuts, like all little boys we have to full restrain him when we change his diaper, or he will just not leave himself alone. How his parts are still intact is beyond me.</div>
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Apparently that is normal for little boys, pulling and stretching themselves to the absolute extreme.</div>
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We just say, "Oh ouchie! Don't do that! That will give you an ouchie!"</div>
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He always carries around his little teddy and gives him loves, by hugging and kissing. Melts my heart.</div>
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The other night at my soccer game, he was behind the plastic wall (imagine like a hockey game) and I ran over and he was smiling so big and he clenches his fists and smiles and grits his teeth and shakes when he gets excited, its so funny. Its like he can't manage his excitement. I love it.</div>
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We have a back yard that is as big as your bathroom (jk its bigger) and we have a back door that is glass, so we can see out there, and he thinks its so great when he can see us but the door is closed, and he comes over with a double dimple grin and pounds on the window so hard smiling as big as ever.</div>
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I don't think you can see through anymore with all the little handprint smudges.</div>
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When I think about how tired he makes me, or how busy he is, or how my house literally looks like we dumped everything all over the floors at the end of the day, I think "wow this is hard work". But when I think about him smiling and laughing as I dance and swing him around, I could just cry, because he is mine, and I love him more than my heart can contain.</div>
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These 11 months have been the best in my life, and ya, having a baby was rough-the whole process, but you know, I'm going to do it again, because this little champ was worth it. And I tell him how much I love him everyday, and I will for the rest of our lives. (Brad tells me I need to not be so clingy when he gets married-or that could get weird) So no matter his amount of energy, or energy sucking I should say, he is the cutest thing. And when he comes over to me after dumping his millionth bucket of toys and dragging it across the room, and lays his head on my chest briefly before he goes about his business again, I melt, I melt and sometimes its all I can do to keep from crying, because he loves me, and he appreciates me for keeping him alive. And he may hit me rapidly with both hands excitedly to show me, but those moments of sweetness make my heart just drizzle down to my stomach. Oh I love him.</div>
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He sleeps through the night-besides this teething spazy time, he wakes up once and is so distraught I feed him and he basically just nurses himself back to sleep for comfort. He goes to bed at 8 and wakes up at 9, he's a little dream. And oh how my life has changed when I get more than 3 hour chunks of sleep.</div>
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He goes back and forth between 1 and 2 naps, when he takes 2 he is a happier child, but sometimes he just takes a monster 3 hour nap in the middle of the day. We are easy going and just go with the flow, if he isn't cranky or tired we stay awake, and power through the morning nap.</div>
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Lately my favorite thing has been to let him wake up and start singing and talking to himself, as I watch him on the video monitor, he just lays down and plays with his blankie, or plays with his toes, singing and talking all the while. He says, ba ba ba ba, buh buh buh duh.</div>
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He loves animals with all his heart, and gets so excited and scared at the same time. He pats them and kisses them and will book it across the entire park to see a dog that looks so terrifying.</div>
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He won't wear shoes and always takes them off, but he is walking everywhere so I feel bad letting him be shoeless everywhere we go, but man, I cannot keep shoes on him.</div>
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The other day I was so sick and I laid on the couch and let him hold my phone and watch baby einstein. I woke up here and there, but he laid by me for like 2 hours. I woke up and he had my shorts drawstring in his mouth and it was soaking wet, and he was just watching his baby einstein. Saved me. </div>
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It was a good cuddle day.</div>
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His hair is getting so long and only behind his ears and on the top, time for a chop chop, we will see how that goes today when we go over to our friend Carissa's house and she helps us.</div>
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Now we have what I like to call: the series of Miles trying to keep his eyes open for the picture despite the blinding flash.</div>
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Oh you almost had it little friend.</div>
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Valiant effort here.</div>
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And a little peek.....not quite there, but almost have it...</div>
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And we couldn't come through.</div>
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Oh there we go a little pupil showing.</div>
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And its a wrap.....after several attempts, Miles Clark was unable to come through with eyes.</div>
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He still goes by: cheeky, baby bear, pumpkin bear, cheeky bear, cheeky loves, baby bear cheeky pants, and basically any combo using the words above. </div>
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He is starting to climb off of things by turning around and dropping to the floor, sometimes he is successful, sometimes he has scrapes and bruises from his failed attempts. He will do anything to get to Brad when he is playing his guitar. He will cling at your legs when you are eating, he always wants to try whatever you have, and he will come back for more depending on what it is. </div>
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He is not shy but the other Sunday at church we teach Primary and we kept the door open because its a sauna, and my friend was out there beckoning to him to come out and he was holding on to my leg so tight and he would not let go and he kept peeking out from my leg smiling to see her, but I drug him around as I tried to help Brad teach primary.</div>
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His favorite games are "I'm gonna get cha" Where we chase him around as he runs away from us and we tickle him when we catch him.</div>
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"Who wants a pizza!?" Where Brad spins a pillow on his finger and Miles puts his hand there and lets it hit his hand over and over as it spins.</div>
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Mom and Dad stacking blocks up really high and he hits them over, then tries to help stack them.</div>
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He is my sweetie heart, and we are so happy he is ours.</div>
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Happy 11 months baby cheeky bear love.</div>
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(Like I said, we have some nice name combos goin on for him)</div>
<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-13744258404409035112013-08-11T22:37:00.000-07:002013-08-11T22:37:27.081-07:00Best foods for my baby: Free printable for your fridge!<div style="text-align: center;">
Again, I wanted a printable for my crazy brain. When my baby is hungry and I can't think of one healthy thing to feed him. I just made this to put on my fridge.</div>
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I researched all different websites and added my own favorites.</div>
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Just remember to be careful of allergies- and when your baby can eat what.</div>
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You can research online when they can eat what, I just wanted a better-more visible printable. That I can just think about healthy food choices for him and I on a daily basis.</div>
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<a href="http://wholesomebabyfood.momtastic.com/solidfoodchartbyfood.htm#.Ugh0K-DbVTM">THIS </a>is an awesome resource for when you can feed your baby what-and an awesome website with all sorts of feeding your baby information.</div>
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But enjoy my cute printable :)</div>
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Isn't that so crisp and clean!?!!?</div>
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I love it.</div>
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Simple but perfect and colorful.</div>
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Print this, laminate it, and feed your baby healthy foods!</div>
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