tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40913623880520825202024-02-19T02:42:02.777-06:00Harbert HouseHarbert Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354817906456573489noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091362388052082520.post-41473736990579783712018-06-18T15:04:00.002-05:002018-06-18T15:04:58.594-05:00Father's Day Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This weekend was the best weekend I've had in a long time. So good, in fact, that I felt the need to blog about it. I had more to say than what would fit in a Facebook post and I didn't feel like just the pictures would do it justice.</div>
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Since the house flooded I have been entirely preoccupied with the enormously long (& ever growing) to-do list. Unfortunately, I get burnt out after working on the house for approximately 2.5 hours. BUT I don't want to do anything else because I know that we <i>should</i> be working on the house. Makes perfect sense, right? Let's just pretend that it does.</div>
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R doesn't share this incessant need to knock off items on the to-do list. He works on things here and there & things move along, but he doesn't forget to have a good time. We may finish all of the projects eventually, but for now we have a house to live in & that is good enough. Maybe 😛</div>
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So we took the weekend off. We decided to do fun things & enjoy the kids. On Saturday morning we got up early, piled into the car & headed to the Kemah Boardwalk.</div>
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We over-estimated the time it would take to get to Kemah, so even with a few pit stops on the way there we arrived 45 minutes early. Whoops. Ever talked a place up to your young kids and then get there before the place opens? So. Many. Questions. We walked the park and watched the boats and the water fountain until things started to open up.</div>
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We got wristbands for all 4 of us & rode some rides! The photo of me with B below is right before the ride started and she screamed like someone was killing her. Maybe she will develop my love of carnival/theme park rides - but so far? Notsomuch.</div>
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E was not so sure about the Ferris Wheel at first. By the end of the day he was enjoying it, though.<br />
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We caught a nice breeze riding the train around the boardwalk. It was <i>so hot.</i> I know, we live in Texas and I should be used to it. Days like Saturday just catch me by surprise and I just can't believe how hot it can be when the sun beats down on you.<br />
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R suggested getting a caricature of the kids done. I didn't think they would sit still long enough. I was wrong. They did wiggle and get a little restless, but overall they did really well. The artist did a great job, I think. I always wanted to get a caricature done of myself when I was young, so I thought this was pretty neat. Just look at those smiles!</div>
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We got home from Kemah sometime between 2 & 3pm. R had a few adjustments he needed to make on his micro sprint & the kids needed naps. We loaded up for the second time that day later in the afternoon and went to the track (Golden Triangle Raceway Park) for R to race. He didn't end up getting to race because of... well, lets not pretend I know anything about that. He just had some difficulties with his car and couldn't race. It was actually nice getting to watch some of the races as a family.<br />
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Two small rain 'storms' blew through during the evening. During the first one there you could see a <i>whole</i> rainbow. It was so neat! Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get the entire rainbow in my frame.</div>
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Sunday afternoon/evening we took a (very) quick boat trip on the bayou. Being on the boat is definitely my favorite family past-time. I could sit on the back of the boat watching the kids ride in the tube or sit on the front and appreciate the view for an un-ending amount of time.</div>
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On our way home, we got to see <b>another</b> rainbow. The kids were so excited. There was even a double rainbow, although it's hard to see in my crappy pictures.<br />
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As we were pulling into the driveway, the rainbow was over our house. I think that photo is so neat and I love to remember what the rainbow is a symbol of. I'm learning to rest in God's promises.<br />
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Since it was Father's Day, R got to pick where we went to dinner on Sunday. He picked Golden Corral (bleck). The man loves a good buffet. I decided after this trip that the desserts might actually make this place worth it. MIGHT. Because holy jeeze that place was crowded and just... kinda gross. But my deserts were pretty okay 😁</div>
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Thus ended the perfect weekend. There were a few rough spots, of course. When you have two small children and two adults with differing opinions there are bound to be rough spots. I like to think we made the best of the time we were given this weekend. With everything we did, I was still able to fit church into Sunday morning AND I got completely caught up on laundry. I consider that a major win.<br />
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Here's to hoping next weekend is just as great!<br />
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Harbert Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354817906456573489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091362388052082520.post-21857336355012241132017-09-19T21:23:00.001-05:002018-06-18T13:30:59.095-05:00Matthew 7:24-27<div style="text-align: center;">
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I won't lie. I really wanted to title this blog something along the lines of "Bite Me, Harvey". I guess it was a God thing that right as that thought entered my mind the scripture followed immediately.<br />
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On August 29th (Happy 8th Anniversary, Robert! Ha!) Hurricane Harvey's flood waters invaded my home. My home that sits in a 100 year flood plain & therefor does not have flood insurance. The water rose to 3 feet inside the house and stayed for 3 days. Over 48 inches of rain poured over our house in just 4 days. Unreal.<br />
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For the last few weeks my emotions have run the gamut. I think I've probably felt everything you can possibly feel. Sometimes all at once & sometimes up & down. Sorrow, hope, dread, helplessness , thankfulness, joy, peace, the list goes on. Maybe the only thing I haven't felt is patience (definitely not my strong suit!)<br />
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I keep circling back to the thought that R & I have been married for 8 years. We have spent those 8 years working towards many things, one of those things being a home we could really be proud of. Nothing extravagant, but we were finally turning a house into a home with matching furniture, rooms that made sense, even a rug here & there! It felt good to know that in a few short months we would see our hard work pay off. Harvey took that away in one 4 day rain storm.<br />
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But you know what? When it comes down to it, that doesn't matter. I mean, talk about "First World Problems"!! I have so many thoughts floating around & feeeeelings that I need to get out. I want to look back and really remember this time. So hopefully I can utilize this little blog to write some of these things down and look back on them.<br />
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I feel like this is going to be a process I want to remember. I have so many things to say, so hopefully there will be more posts to come.<br />
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R & I had a really nice reprieve from our seriously busy work schedules this weekend. Some friends of ours came to visit & celebrate Easter with us. They came in on Friday afternoon & left Sunday afternoon. I did, sadly, have to work on Saturday morning, but I got it out of the way by noon so we could enjoy the rest of the day together.<br />
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Friday evening we went to eat at Al-T's & stopped by the park in Winnie afterwards to let the kids run around a bit before it got dark.<br />
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I don't really know what went on Saturday morning, but when I got home from work we ate some hamburgers from Kampus Korner (if you're in the H-F area & haven't tried them out, DO IT! so good.). After lunch Rebecca & I dyed eggs with the two older kids while E ran around the yard. Both of the kids loved it. I think B would dye eggs every day if I would let her.<br />
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When the egg fun was over we put the kids down for afternoon naps/quiet time & Rebecca & I took some much needed momma-time to get our nails did :) That evening we just enjoyed each other's company & filled the Easter baskets before turning in.<br />
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Sunday I took the kids to church & then we grilled at Mom & Dad's house, had an egg hunt for the kids & then said goodbye to our friends. Saying goodbye is never fun, but we'll see them again soon! I'm hoping to make this Easter weekend visit a tradition with them!<br />
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I hope you all had a wonderful Easter! He Is Risen!!</div>
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We drive by the pumpkin patch evvvvery morning & evvvvvery afternoon & B almost never fails to point out the pumpkins. "PUMPKINS, MOM!!!" It really amuses me that she is so excited <i>every</i> time. You would think the novelty would wear off. Nope.<br />
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I was really impressed with our little Fannett, TX pumpkin patch this year. They always do a good job, but I feel like this year they went above & beyond. There were numerous different places to take pictures, a little tunnel for the kids to run through & lots of scarecrows, etc. B had so much fun running from one thing to another. E, again, is still a little too non-mobile to have a <i style="font-weight: bold;">great</i> time, but he did enjoy banging on the pumpkins & playing in the grass.<br />
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I wanted to get a good family picture while we were there, but who am I kidding? I got a couple real great ones of B, but E wasn't into sitting still.<br />
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Stay tuned for pictures of our <i>carved</i> pumpkins. Robert really got creative this year. There <i>may have </i>been a drill involved :)<br />
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It's a simple life at the lease. B colors, dances & plays on the swingset. Poor E just 'hangs out' as you can see :) Hopefully he'll be running around soon!<br />
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Around lunchtime on Saturday the weather had gotten pretty warm & E was way overdue for a nap. We though maybe a drive in the car with some AC would do the trick so we took a little trip over to R's hunting lanes to check the feeders & whatnot. R got my mommy-mobile stuck & I had to drive while he pushed. This was the first time I had done this & I consider it a success because no one was angry by the end :) Oh, and E never fell asleep... so there's that.</div>
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Thankfully we are on our lease with some sweet friends. Carly doesn't have any kids of her own yet, but she is <i>so good </i>with ours. E loved swinging with her & sister.</div>
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After what seemed like a 48 hour day, the kids <i style="font-weight: bold;">finally</i> went to bed & the adults got to spend some time around the campfire with a pretty great sunset backdrop.</div>
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We had a great time & I'm actually looking forward to going back. Just looking forward to the day when my kids can play with each other & don't need 'momma entertainment'!</div>
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With all that said, we have a ball. Except maybe E, who is only happy if he gets to crawl & cruise the bleachers. That makes me cringe, & I'm not even a germaphobe like the typical mom these days. But even I have to admit, ballparks are gross.<br />
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Last night R's team won both their games. That was exciting!! E passed out during the second game (thank the good Lord!).<br />
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It might be a little crazy & dirty, but we love our nights at the ballpark cheering on Daddy & his team.</div>
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This weekend was the annual Texas Rice Festival in Winnie. If I'm being honest, I've never been a huge fan. I'm more of a South Texas State Fair girl :) I guess that's because I grew up in Beaumont & not the H-F/Winnie area. To me, the Rice Festival is over-priced & doesn't have enough rides, especially when you have a 3 year-old. BUT we live in Fannett & Robert grew up going, so we go :)</div>
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And Brylee had a blast. She rode rides & got her face painted. She loved all of the different 'fun-houses'. She called them playgrounds :)</div>
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I couldn't leave this post without showing y'all Brylee's adorable western wear. Robert's mom got her a few sets of Wrangler shirts/jeans & they are just too cute. My little cowgirl :)<br />
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It has come to my attention, partially on my own, but mostly at the urging of people I respect in my life, that Facebook has become a large distraction in my life. I check it first thing when I wake up & last thing before I go to bed. I even go so far as to sometimes browse through it after I have been woken up by one of my children in the wee hours of the morning. I use the excuse that it helps my mind to relax and drift back to sleep, but who am I kidding??<br />
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I find myself zoned out in front of my phone far more often than I would like. While the kids play on the swing-set. While I ride in the car with my family. While I 'watch a movie' with B. It has become an addiction. I know for a fact I'm not the only one who struggles with it.<br />
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I'm quickly realizing that the phrase 'The days are long but the years are short' is <b>so true</b>. My kids are growing up before my eyes & I'm glued to a silly website watching what <i>everyone else's </i>kids are doing. I have to ask myself, <i>when did everyone else's lives become more important, more captivating, more worthy of my time</i> <i>than my <b>own children's </b>lives</i>?? Y'all. I'm ashamed.<br />
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And the worst part is, I'm seriously struggling with just getting rid of it. I have family literally <b>all over the world</b>. Russia, Australia, England, Canada, sometimes Korea just to name a few**. I love that I can hop onto Facebook & see what is going on with them. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do about that. Deleting Facebook all together means that I won't be able to see pictures of my family or hear updates about what is going on in their lives.<br />
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Anyways, the point to this big long rant is that whatever happens, I do plan to stop posting on Facebook & <i style="font-weight: bold;">hopefully</i> make 1 or 2 posts a week here on the blog with photos & updates. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can cut the probably close to 20hrs/week I spend on Facebook down to a couple blog posts. Only time will tell if it works out :)<br />
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**Disclaimer: I purposefully didn't list India because my brother doesn't have a Facebook, so India doesn't count in this case. I didn't forget my only brother!<br />
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If you've made it this far, I'll leave you with some pictures of my awesome kids as a reward :) :)<br />
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I am awarding myself the mom of the year award because I have had this window pulled up all day long and I have yet to come up with anything to say about the 2nd anniversary of the day of your birth. Or maybe I just have too much to say and don't know where to start? Yea, we'll go with that one.<br />
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Two years! A Toddler. Sheesh, the time has flown by so quickly. Now I look at baby pictures & don't even remember you ever looking like that. It is hard to believe that you have learned & grown so much in 2 short years. Your vocabulary surprises me every day. And to think that last year I was worried that you would never talk :)<br />
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You frequently put together 4 and 5 word sentences, my little smarty pants! Your favorite thing to say is "What doing?" followed by "Why?". "What's that?" is a close second. You are very curious and adventurous. I'm convinced you get that from your daddy. Just last night you were climbing up his ladder like it was nothing. You were going for the third step before we realized you weren't going to stop!! I can't believe how brave you are.<br />
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You love to bark orders at people and animals. You recently started telling everyone to "Stop it" and I often hear you saying "C'mere dogs!" or "No no doggy!". You definitely think you are in charge... all the time :)<br />
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I have to bribe you to get hugs & kisses out of you. You never have been all that affectionate. I'm hoping that as you get older you will learn to love to cuddle with me, but even if you don't that will be okay :) Maybe your baby brother will be a cuddler like his mommy.<br />
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Speaking of your brother, he'll be here soon and I <em>can't wait</em> to see you in action as a big sister. I had been a little worried about it, but in the last 2 weeks you have really taken to carrying your babies/stuffed animals around with you. You are becoming quite the little mommy & I am so excited to see you interact with Easton.<br />
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I love you, Brylee Paige. You make me proud every single day. Watching you grow up is my favorite thing!<br />
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Brylee is going to be TWO next week! Six short days away. I feel like we brought her home from the hospital, we blinked & now she's 2. I could talk all night about how quickly the time has flown by, but that's not the point of this post.<br />
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Point is, she's almost 2 and there is another baby on the way. Mr Easton will be here soon & he's going to need a place to sleep! Enter: the toddler bed (dun dun dun...)<br />
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I wasn't really sure what to expect during B's transition to the toddler bed. Bedtime has always been pretty easy for us. Sunday night we set up her 'Big Girl Bed', made a big huge deal about it & let her climb in and out to her little heart's content up until bed time. When it was finally time to say goodnight, things actually went ridiculously smoothly. No crying, no getting out of bed, nothing.<br />
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I'm really not sure why it didn't occur to me earlier, but as soon as we closed her bedroom door I realized <em>she's going to fall out of that bed. </em>Now, before you go accusing me of being a bad parent, let's remember that this is <em>only</em> a toddler bed that is <em>only</em> about a foot off the ground.<br />
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My mommy instincts were right on par this time. Not an hour after she went to bed, R heard a very distinct <strong>thump</strong>. She had rolled off the bed, but was still sleeping peacefully. He picked her up and placed her back in the bed. An hour or so later we heard another <strong>thump</strong>. Again, B had rolled of the bed & was <em>again</em> still sleeping peacefully. This time R decided we should leave her on the floor to sleep since she would most likely fall again if we put her back in bed.<br />
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She eventually woke up on the floor & wasn't thrilled about that. Back in the bed she went. By 1:00am she had rolled off of (the same side of) the bed 2 more times to make a total of 4 falls. At this point I picked her up off of the floor & brought her into our bed. Mommy needed some (uninterrupted) sleep!!<br />
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And that is the story of B's first night in her toddler bed! We have since acquired a railing for the side of the bed & have not had anymore <strong>thumps</strong> in the night :) I'm just praying that her good bedtime habits continue!<br />
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So here's to hoping this time will be the time that sticks!<br />
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I figure right now is the perfect time to start writing again since our family has so many new things that have either recently started or will be coming soon. Some big changes, some not so huge, but all new beginnings that will change our life in some way.<br />
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R started a new job 2 weeks ago. It is a great opportunity for him & our family and I can't wait to see where it takes us. <br />
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We are hoping to put our house up for sale within the next 6 months and start building once it sells. I've gotta be honest here, this plan changes every couple months. My husband is slightly indecisive about how everything will actually go down. But with the extra income from the new job, we are hoping to have the house ready to list by the end of the year. We'll see & I'll do my best to keep the blog updated :)<br />
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Last but <em>certainly</em> not least, I am 30 weeks pregnant with our second baby! :) Baby Easton is due at the end of September. We are so excited to be welcoming a son into our family!! We are in the process of getting his room ready. So far R has torn out the baseboards, sanded & painted the walls. In the next 10 weeks we should be getting new carpeting (in his room as well as the other bedrooms & down the hallway), putting new baseboards down & getting all of his furniture set up.<br />
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Last time I wrote I had just started a new job. That I <strong>loved</strong>. Thank goodness I still feel the same way :) I have the perfect job. For me, at least. I am so thankful that this job basically fell into my lap last fall.<br />
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Now I know that most people only look at this to see cute pictures of my kid, so I'll try not to disappoint. Since this has been a pretty jumbled post, I figure I'll just put some pictures of some of our favorite things to do this summer...<br />
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Eating at our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant. Yum!</div>
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I know this isn't B, but here I am at 30 weeks pregnant. 10 weeks left!</div>
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* My beloved iPod doesn't get used much. But it seems like every time I dig it out, the only thing I want to listen to is Dashboard Confessional. They are actually playing <em>right now</em>, no lie. Not only do I still love this band with every fiber of my being, but it also brings so many memories and feelings flooding back. Some good, some not good at all. But all of these memories are what shaped me into the person I am now.<br />
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* We sold our puppy last week. My cousin MK had gotten really attached to her. MK got to play with her every Monday evening. This past Monday was supposed to be her last time to play with the puppy. Well I let the new owners get Cricket (the puppy) early. And then I forgot to give my aunt a heads up. Poor MK was distraught when she found out the puppy she was happily awaiting was not showing up. I felt <strong><em>terrible</em></strong>!! So I put this little goodie basket together as an 'I'm sorry!' gift<br />
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* R is going to the deer lease this weekend. It is opening weekend for him so he is really hoping to shoot something. On top of him being gone, I am sending B to stay the night with her Nanna on Friday night. I'm planning on getting some quality 'me time' getting a manicure/pedicure. I'm pretty stinkin' pumped about it!! I hope the ladies at the nail salon don't get offended that I am bringing a book to read. I hardly ever do anything alone, I'm going to soak this alllll in :)<br />
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* I started my new job this week!! To say that I <strong><em>absolutely love it</em></strong> would be an <strong>understatement</strong>. I know it has only been 4 days, but I think that I can safely say this is the job I have been looking for since I graduated high school. I don't think there is a job I am better suited for (besides being a SAHM, but I try not to even think about that). My boss is stinkin' awesome. I only have a few coworkers and they are all very nice. The only way the environment could be more laid back is if I were wearing pajamas, <em>seriously</em>!<br />
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* I am leaving work in 30 minutes to take B to the pumpkin patch & then back to my mom's to carve pumpkins with the family! I'm so excited :) Of course, B won't get to help with the carving but I'm sure she'll have a good 'ole time playing in the backyard. Maybe I'll remember to take some pictures to share tomorrow. Don't hold your breath :)<br />
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Have a super Thursday, y'all!!<br />
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I've really been looking forward to this link-up for a couple of weeks :) I don't have any goals from last week to update on, so I guess I will just start with my goals for this week.<br />
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I tried to think about what I wanted my goals to be over the weekend so that I would be prepared for this post, but I wasn't very successful. So I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants. Here goes...<br />
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My goals this week are:<br />
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1. <strong>Get all of my clients caught up by Friday</strong> (my last day at my current job!). I don't want the girl taking over my clients to start off behind. This is my most important goal for this week.<br />
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2. <strong>Blog at least two more times.</strong> I am really trying to be better about writing a few times a week. My ultimate goal is to be able to delete my Facebook page and use my blog as an update for my far-away friends & relatives.<br />
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3. <strong>Get to work <em>early</em> for the rest of the week.</strong> I kinda blew it this morning, I was 15 minutes late (whoops!). I want to be <em>early</em> for the next four days.<br />
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4. <strong>Run at least twice.</strong> Good runs. At least 2.5 miles. I have been a super slacker since I 'ran' my 5k a few weeks ago. I need to get back on track so I can run the Turkey Trot next month. With a better time!<br />
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5. <strong>Be intentional about spending quality time with R & B</strong> (ha! not the music, my husband and kiddo :)). We need more down time just enjoying each other and less time running around like crazy people or with our eyes glued to our phones/tv.<br />
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So there are my goals for the week. What are yours??<br />
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On Friday I left work an hour early so that I would have time to change & grab dinner before heading out to the Hamshire-Fannett football game. R & I worked the concession stand with some other friends from church. It was a lot of fun but also <em>a lot</em> of work. I was exhausted when we were finally done!<br />
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I spent Saturday morning and early afternoon trying to get the house cleaned up a little. Around 2:30 B & I made our way over to my parent's house for a fish fry!! I'm not a big fan of fish, but as fish goes this stuff was pretty good.<br />
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Nevermind the fish, the most important part of the afternoon is these precious pictures!<br />
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B absolutely <strong><em>loves</em></strong> her uncle Bryce. He was swinging her by her arm & her leg and she was juuuuust a laughing!<br />
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She hasn't quite gotten the hang of this yet...<br />
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More swinging with Nanna & Grammy. Look at that face! It cracks me up every time :)<br />
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After church on Sunday the women ditched the kids with the men & ran away for an afternoon of Larry's Trade Days in Winnie. In case you're not from around here, Trade Days is pretty much a big flea market that happens once a month. We love to go browse, especially in the month's leading up to Christmas! We spent the entire afternoon there since the weather was <strong>so nice</strong>. I can't wait to go back next month!!<br />
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I hope your weekend was as good as mine :) Happy Monday, y'all!<br />
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I started running with a friend about 3 months ago. We tried to go 3 times a week, but with little ones and full time jobs that didn't always happen. We tried our best to be consistant so that we would be able to run a 5k together.<br />
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Well, I ran my first 5k last weekend with a time of 38 min 18 seconds. I know this isn't a super fast time, but I am really proud of myself! The bad part is that I haven't been running since! So hopefully knowing that I will be linking up every Friday will help motivate me to have something to talk about, lol. I want to run another 5k on Thanksgiving & I am hoping to be closer to 30 minutes on that one.<br />
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I'm planning on going to our local gym to run in the mornings starting this coming Monday. Hopefully I will follow through!!<br />
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My husband is rewarding me with a new pair of running shoes! Any recommendations?! :)<br />
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I don't want to leave without letting y'all know about <em>another</em> link-up I'm looking forward to participating in starting in a little over a week. Jessica from <a href="http://www.fantasticallyaverage.com/" target="_blank">Fantastically Average</a> is hosting a link-up every Monday called 5 for Five. You are supposed to list 5 goals you are setting for yourself for the week. It always helps for me to have something to works towards, so I think this will be a good way to hold myself accountable.<br />
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That's about all I have for today. Have a great weekend! HAPPY FRIDAY! :)<br />
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Last week I accepted a position at a different accounting firm. I have been looking for a new job for a while now. I absolutely <strong>love</strong> the firm I work for, but the hours just haven't been working for me. Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that I would give anything to be home with B. I never wanted a career, I have always wanted to stay at home with my kids. I am in <em>no way</em> motivated by corporate success or 'climbing the ladder'. Unfortunately, staying home has not been an option for me. But I knew that I did have the option to find a position that would give me a little bit more flexibility to be a better mom and homemaker.<br />
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While change is a little bit scary, especially when it includes something as big as my source of income, I am really looking forward to this change. I firmly believe that this move will make a huge difference in my life personally and in my family's life as a whole. I am really excited to get a fresh start with a new firm and see where it takes me. I will be moving from a firm with about 25 employees to a firm with 5 employees total. One perk I am really looking forward to is the casual dress code :) <strong>Hello</strong> blue jeans every day!<br />
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I feel like this post has a really serious tone to it... I need something to lighten the mood!<br />
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I guess the other big thing going on in our life right now (besides deer season opening soon, LOL!) is that our dogs (Astro & Aggie) had a puppy last month! Yes, just one puppy. Why just one? I have no idea. Anyway, she is absolutely beautiful and totally up for grabs. She is a full-bred Shetland Sheepdog (Sheltie) with an AKC registration. We are selling her for $400. Sheltie's are awesome family dogs. They are mild-tempered, only weigh about 15 pounds, playful & fun, and ridiculously smart. Seriously. They are known for their smarts. Sometimes I think mine are smarter than me!<br />
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Here are a couple pictures. I know they aren't great, but it was hard to get a good picture of her this morning, she wouldn't stay still!<br />
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You know you want to buy that sweet puppy! Tell all your friends :)<br />
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Have a great rest of the week, y'all!<br />
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Today is your 1st Birthday. The first of <em>many</em> to come. And I just can't believe that it is already here. I know it's cliche to say, but the last year has passed in a <em>blur</em>. You have grown up so much. The sweet, wrinkled, pink baby that came home from the hospital with us a year ago is now a walking (almost), jabbering, giggling, hard-headed toddler that I can't get enough of.<br />
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You are unlike any baby I have ever been around. And, believe me, I have been around a lot of babies! You are so brave, it amazes me every day. We went to the beach for the first time a couple days ago and you were <em>fearless</em>. I expected a little aprehension the first time you saw the waves. Or the first time you touched the sand. <em>No fear</em>. You immediately started crawling out into the ocean. Didn't stop for a second. I was in awe.<br />
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You are just about as hard-headed as it comes. I blame that on your Daddy. When Momma tells you 'No-No!' you shake your head back & forth but continue to do what you want. Even after a swat on the arm/leg you are not phased. I can see many battles in the future...<br />
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Your favorite things right now are music/dancing and phones. Whenever you hear a phone ring, or even for no reason sometimes, you will put your hand up to your ear like you are answering the phone. My heart melts every time. Whenever there is music playing you will bounce up & down with one or both of your hands in the air. It is the most precious thing I have ever seen. You <em>love</em> to dance!<br />
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You will eat pretty much anything, but when you get tired of it you spit it out. This really frustrates Momma! You are a great sleeper, taking two, sometimes three, naps a day and still sleeping all night. You are very healthy! Everyone told me I would have to take all my vacation staying home with you when you got sick, but you don't get sick!! I'm very proud of my healthy baby :)<br />
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You have been such an easygoing baby. I love you more than I ever thought possible. If you would just learn how to say 'Momma' my world would be complete :)<br />
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I love you, baby girl. <strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</strong><br />
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MommaHarbert Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354817906456573489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091362388052082520.post-52410632727073543992012-07-06T08:45:00.001-05:002012-07-06T08:45:23.773-05:00Friday LettersI'm trying out a new link-up today. I have been absolutely terrible about blogging and it makes me sad :( I'm trying to be better! So here goes...<br />
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<strong>Dear Friday - </strong>Thank you for coming so soon! Apparently a holiday in the middle of the week splits things up nicely.<br />
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<strong>Dear Brylee - </strong>Please stop growing up so quickly!! I am not ready to plan a first birthday. I just want to snuggle you all day like I did when you were teeny-tiny. No more trying to walk or eating big people food. Deal?<br />
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<strong>Dear Husband - </strong>Thank you for being so awesome lately :) I'm looking forward to our puzzle dates. Have I mentioned that I am <em>really</em> excited about being able to do puzzles again??<br />
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<strong>Dear Pups - </strong>I am so excited about you having puppies again!! I'm sorry you have been so neglected since B was born. I'll try to be better about that.<br />
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<strong>Dear Pandora - </strong>Thank you for getting me through the day at work. You're awesome.<br />
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<strong>Dear Summer - </strong>I don't care how hot you are, I love you. I love your pool days and your blue skies. I even love your showers that make the grass grow. Sometimes I wish you were here forever, but I know when August gets here I will be ready for the only other season in Southeast Texas: 'not quite as hot as summer'.<br />
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<strong>Dear Aunt Susan & Family - </strong>That's right, you get a shout-out on my blog (: Thank you for coming to visit. I always look forward to spending time with all of you and get so sad when you leave. How about you move to Texas? Puhhh-leeeaaase?! Love you :)<br />
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How about you click over to everyone else's <a href="http://comeoneileen86.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Friday Letters</a>?<br />
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Happy Friday everyone!<br />
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This week I'm <em>loving</em>...<br />
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...my new <em>big</em> desk at work. And while we're talking about work, I'm also loving my new office-mate. She's so sweet :)<br />
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...S'more pop-tarts! They have been my breakfast everyday this week and they are sooooo good!<br />
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...Law & Order: SVU. This show is my 'go-to' when I don't have anything else to watch on Netflix. <em>Love it</em>!!<br />
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...watching B push her walker around. Seeing her walk (even if she can't do it on her own yet) is just <em>so fun</em>! (please stay away all you nay-sayer 'your world is going to end when she is walking' people. I don't want to hear it. I just want to enjoy this.)<br />
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...that I <em>finally</em> went to a concert this past weekend! It was much needed fun :)<br />
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...my husband and my girl. <em>Of course!</em><br />
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Happy Wednesday! Don't forget to visit <a href="http://littledaisymay.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">This Kind of Love</a> to see what everyone else is loving this week!<br />
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I am going to fix this problem soon! (hopefully...)<br />
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Last week I went on a mission trip with my church to Oklahoma City. We met some great kids, helped out some wonderful churches, & had a blast while we were doing it!! Here's a few pictures to recap:<br />
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We had two flat tires on our way. Oops!<br />
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The dance team at Faithworks Baptist Church. These 4 are sisters and they are so sweet :)<br />
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B riding on her Uncle Bryce's back while we were inviting people to the block party.<br />
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We had to improvise with naptime all week :) It worked out, tho!<br />
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Our first block party. At Faithworks Baptist Church. It's hard to see, but we had a bounce house, cotton candy, popcorn, snocones, carnival games, links, hotdogs & boudain. YUM!<br />
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B with her favorite babysitter of the week :)<br />
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Part of our crew making lunches to hand out. We worked in a low income apartment complex handing out lunches to kids who probably don't have anything to eat at home.<br />
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VBS at Britton Baptist Church. This is the 4-5 year old class. It was slightly chaotic and required a lot of help from our group. That is my sister standing in the corner and my dad sitting against the wall :)<br />
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B enjoying some sweet <strike>Texas</strike> Louisiana watermelon.<br />
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B made a new friend, Mason. Actually, she just took away his paci like a big bully... but whatever!<br />
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And finally, B enjoying some Daddy time this weekend. I know she missed her Daddy!!<br />
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I know that was a choppy recap of our trip, but I feel like I could write a book about it! So I'm trying to limit myself.<br />
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Well it's 8, which means it is time for me to get to work! Hopefully I can get back to a regular blogging schedule. I hope you enjoy the pictures :)<br />
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So here's what happened this weekend...<br />
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1. I was planning on seeing The Avengers with my husband & some friends. That plan fell through, but I ended up having a great time with some girlfriends at Cheddars.<br />
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2. I slept in on Saturday and had a lazy morning.<br />
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3. B & I attended a pool party for my cousins' birthdays (a brother & sister, one turned 17 & one turned 1!). It was a beautiful day.<br />
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4. B <strong>loved</strong> the water. I'm so glad. I have always loved hanging out in the swimming pool for hours, so it looks like I'll have a side-kick who will be more than willing to join me!!<br />
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5. I got a Route 44 Cherry Vanilla Coke from Sonic on my way home from the party, but they put too much cherry flavoring so I barely got to drink any :(<br />
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6. I also stopped at the dollar store for some junk food & nail polish to try to brighten the lonely night ahead of me, but (as you'll see in #8) that didn't go over so well.<br />
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7. I watched a ridiculous amount of Desperate Housewives. I finished the final season. It was sooooo good!! I'm so glad that I decided to start watching that show a couple years ago.<br />
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8. I tried to be a 'big girl' and stay home by myself on Saturday night while R was at the deer lease. I was not successful. By the time I finally went to bed (around 1 am) I had myself so scared and skittish that I tossed and turned all night, worried about every little sound. I will definitely be going to stay with my parents the next time he leaves me.<br />
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9. Because of my sleepless night, B & I stayed home from church on Sunday morning.<br />
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10. Once I finished Desperate Housewives, I returned to One Tree Hill (I know, I'm a trash TV addict. I can't help it). I started watching OTH about a month ago and I'm completely sucked in. I think I'm on Season 6. Thank you Jesus for Netflix!!<br />
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That's all! Happy Tuesday, everyone :)<br />
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So here goes...<br />
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10 Things About The Weekend<br />
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1. We were supposed to spend Friday night & Saturday at the beach, but the forecast showed thunderstorms so we stayed home. I was regretting that on Saturday morning, but we'll go another weekend. Hopefully we'll go LOTS of weekends this summer :)<br />
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2. I got to sleep in until 9 on Saturday morning. It was glorious. I even got to wake up slowly and lay in bed & read a book until B woke up. I started the 3rd book in the Narnia series.<br />
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3. R & I used some pretty awesome teamwork to get the chores done on Saturday morning. We did <strike>a million</strike> six loads of laundry. A load of dishes. I cleaned the bathroom. R vaccumed. We both picked up clutter.<br />
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4. I went to a knitting circle of sorts. A friend from highschool recently opened a coffee shop and a group of us met up there for a couple hours. It was <strong>so good</strong> to hang out with some other girls. <strong>So, so good!</strong> Thank you, Leslie!!! There were 4 kids under 18 months there, so needless to say there wasn't much knitting/crocheting going on. Next time I will be childless so I can get more of my project done and do less child wrangling!<br />
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5. R <strike>met</strike> surprised me as I was leaving the knitting group and gave me my Mother's Day gift, an iPhone!! HOORAY! I'm already loving it and I haven't even scratched the surface of everything it is capable of.<br />
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6. R & I hung out with some friends for the rest of Saturday afternoon at <a href="http://larrysoldtimetradedays.com/" target="_blank">Larry's Old Time Trade Days</a> & dinner at Papa's Place. Saturday was just what I needed, some quality time with friends.<br />
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7. My poor baby was constipated on Saturday night and R had to give her an enema. It was definitely a new experience, being <em>so worried</em> about my child pooping. By the end of the whole ordeal I was laughing at myself. But during, B was screaming in agony and it was just not pretty. The night ended with me cleaning poop out of the bathtub. <em>Awesome</em>.<br />
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8. B was dedicated at church on Sunday morning. We are so blessed to have a wonderful church family to come beside us to help raise B. It takes a village :)<br />
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9. My dad preached a pretty political sermon after said dedication. I'm glad he did because it helped me to reconcile what I know to be right with how I was feeling about the whole issue. The government does not have the right to change something that is spiritual, biblical. I wish everyone could have heard his sermon. Then again, the same people I know who would be accusing me of being closed-minded would probably be so closed-minded to hearing 'our' side that they wouldn't even listen.<br />
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10. This morning I woke up 20 minutes earlier than usual and I was able to make the bed, make my lunch, put on make-up <strong>and</strong> have a quiet time! Amazing what 20 minutes can do.<br />
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11. Okay so I had more than 10... We celebrated Mother's Day at my parents' house after church yesterday. I love getting together with my extended family. Even when there are only a fraction of us there we're still a big group!! Lots of people, tons of good food and sunshine made for a perfect afternoon. My first Mother's Day has set a pretty high standard!!<br />
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That's all for today :)<br />
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Happy Monday!!<br />
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With all of that said, lets get to the good stuff!!<br />
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This week <strong>I am loving...</strong><br />
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...that we (R, B & I) are planning on spending this weekend at the beach with some friends. I absolutely love the beach. Especially when it's the kind of beach trip that involves lots of time sitting on a porch in the sunshine and not so much time getting sandy & sticky in the (usually disgusting) gulf.<br />
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...the fact that my phone upgrade is just around the corner. I can't wait to join the iPhone club!!<br />
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...the rain. That's right, I'm one of <em>those</em> people. I love rainy days. I love them more when I get to stay at home snuggled under a blanket, but I love them when I have to go to work, too.<br />
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...Dave Matthews Band. I had been stuck on my Kenny Chesney station on Pandora, but I switched to my DMB station sometime last week. I think I had <em>almost</em> forgotten how much I love DMB. They make my days so much better.<br />
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...and of course, my other half & my adorable girl. Can't forget them!!<br />
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What are <strong>you</strong> loving this week? Why don't you link-up with <a href="http://littledaisymay.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">This Kind of Love</a> :)<br />
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Happy Wednesday!<br />
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You are crawling like a champ. You move so fast I usually can't keep up. I know you'll be walking soon. You are <em>not</em> content to sit still on the floor and play with your toys. In this respect, you are <em>all</em> your daddy. Always on the move. It's a great big world out there and you need to see and touch every little bit of it.<br />
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And your laugh. Ohhh your laugh. When you were younger we couldn't get a smile or a laugh out of you for anything. We would tickle and make goofy noises/faces for hours and you would just give us this blank stare. Every now and then we would get a little giggle. But now you have these <strong>big belly laughs</strong>. Daddy and I know all of your tickle spots, and you love to be surprised and help upside down. You are ticklish like your momma :)<br />
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I haven't found a food that you won't eat. You can feed yourself finger-foods really well, you hardly miss your mouth anymore :) Spoon feeding you has become more of a challenge because you like to wave your hands and hit the spoon (I won't lie, this is quite frustrating and I'm not handling it all that well). Your Aunt Sarah taught me a trick to give you something to hold, and that has worked wonders!!<br />
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You <strong>love</strong> to go on walks/jogs in the stroller. You coo the whole time and I can't help but smile.<br />
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You got your top two teeth this month. I think it was a little more difficult than getting your first 2 teeth, but as teething goes I guess it wasn't so bad. I'm still waiting for your hair to come in!! Ha!<br />
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Every day you look more like a big girl and less like my little baby girl. You are so very beautiful. I promise not to dress you in any outfits that will embarrass you in 15-20 years (who am I kidding? YEA RIGHT!).<br />
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You are so very, <strong>very </strong>loved Brylee Paige. Don't you ever forget it!! Happy 9 Month Birthday :)<br />
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P.S. - Don't want to forget to mention that there is a giveaway going on over at <a href="http://www.fantasticallyaverage.com/2012/04/50-for-50-give-away.html" target="_blank">Fantastically Average</a>. You should definitely head over there and check it out!!Harbert Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00354817906456573489noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091362388052082520.post-66187269445159764712012-04-25T09:51:00.001-05:002012-04-25T09:51:11.588-05:00Wednesday already??It sure seems like Wednesday sneaks up on me every week. Where are the days going??<br />
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Here we go with my weekly link up with <a href="http://littledaisymay.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">This Kind of Love</a>!<br />
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This week I am <strong>loving...</strong><br />
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*...the fact that I have stuck with Couch to 5K (so far!). I jogged last Wednesday, Sunday & yesterday. 3 days in 1 week!!<br />
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*...my current guilty pleasure, One Tree Hill. Ohhhhh the drama! Robert makes me feel silly for watching it, but it makes me laugh out loud and bawl my eyes out so he can think what he wants! It's just sooooo good!<br />
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*...the weather!! I absolutely love the sunshine!! Brylee & I are totally going to spend some time in the hammock this weekend. And if anyone has a pool they would like to share with us... Ha!<br />
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*...<strong>my man & my babygirl!</strong> Last but <em>certainly</em> not least :)<br />
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What are <strong>you</strong> loving this week?<br />
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