tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75652706957393637272024-03-14T06:12:45.221-05:00The Good Life...and getting betteraudreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-76786257752465123312013-02-17T14:06:00.000-06:002013-02-17T14:06:41.597-06:00HomesicknessRob and I talk A LOT about how much we miss Alabama. Its funny because when we lived there we would always talk about how much we wanted to move "home" to Ohio. I guess things changed so gradually over time that we didn't realize that Mobile actually was our home. Every time I start feeling sad about our decision to move I look at old pictures on the computer and it just makes it worse. I really need to stop doing that to myself.<br />
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Living in Mobile was hard. We were all on our own. Twelve hours away from our family. Nobody except a few friends to help us. But we didn't realize how great it was also. We did our own thing. Nobody else's expectations. I used to get annoyed that the weather was almost always warm and Christmas time never felt like Christmas. But guess what? Now I miss it. I suppose being stuck inside for months with 2 energetic little boys and a newborn will do that to you.<br />
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Looking through old pictures I realize just how much I miss our old house. It was small. We were outgrowing it. Especially now with 3 kids we'd be bursting at the seams. But still I miss it. Rob and I put so much work into it. Not just the normal stuff like paint either. Rob laid hardwood floors and new tile. We installed crown molding, wainscoting, beadboard, board and batten. We made it cute. I miss how in the evenings sun would stream through the back windows. I miss our old backyard. It was so small. But I spent countless hours out there alone with Brady and then Carson when Rob was at work. And then when Rob was home from work he spent even more time out there chasing Brady and Frank around.<br />
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I miss so much more. Going to the beach, our old church. The park. Bible study friends, exercise friends. Good food. Grocery shopping at Target as an excuse to go there 4 times a week! Our life was so much simpler then. And to be honest I'm not sure if what I miss most is Mobile itself or just our simple life that we had. It seems like everything is so much more complicated and messy up here.<br />
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We have talked a lot about moving back. Rob tells me at least twice a week that he's ready to leave whenever I am. But I don't think I could leave here. Could I? I feel so guilty. Guilt over leaving my family, who has been such a help to us over the past year. Guilt that the boys LOVE and ADORE their Grandma and Grandpa and cousin Macy so much. We live in a house twice the size of our old one. In a GREAT neighborhood. We can walk to the park and to our kids future school. We are surrounded by 3 other great families with stay at home moms like myself who have all become wonderful friends. Cincinnati is a much larger city with so many more things to do. Culture and recreation and more activities to be involved in. It's just what I wanted. Or so I thought. Why would we ever want to move back to Mobile and be on our own again? Especially now that we have 3 kids instead of just one or two.<br />
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I think I'm going through some funk right now. Sometimes when I get up to nurse Eleanor in the middle of the night these thoughts consume me and I have such a hard time falling back to sleep. We are planning a trip back to visit at the end of March to check on our house. I'm pretty sure I am going to burst into tears when we walk in it and I see someone else's stuff in there. I don't even know how to process those thoughts.<br />
<br />audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-40180078489064189572013-02-16T14:22:00.000-06:002013-02-16T14:22:34.312-06:00"Daddy's Home!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
These pictures are horrible in quality, but these are the kinds of moments I want to record. When the boys (and Frank) hear the garage door go up everyone runs to the door to greet Daddy and total (happy) chaos ensues. The air is thick with excitement after a long day. Rob peels off his shirt and tie and is just as excited to spend time with this sweet little family of ours. The boys run around in circles then climb all over him. There's even a little "talking" on your sippy cup. Eleanor just watches in amazement. I love this time of day!</div>
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My heart has been overflowing with gratitude lately. Especially for this little lady. I have a really hard time even putting into words how thankful I am. Not only to have a healthy, beautiful GIRL after 2 rambunctious (but equally fun) boys, but she's also an amazingly easy baby. I feel so blessed.<br />
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I been debating a lot lately over this little blog of mine. Months go by between each post. I am so busy with life and little ones now. Most days I feel like I can barely keep my head above water. I'm sure my friends think I'm a terrible person for never responding to texts or facebook messages. This blog started as a way for me to try and keep up with some memories and to keep in touch with long distance family and friends. And now that we live in the same town as most of our family it kind of seems silly to post anything. But then I think "why not"? Why not a post here or there, even if months do go by between updates. I still enjoy looking back over old pictures and events, even if they are sporadic. I don't have to blog for anyone else (I'm sure only 2 people will even check this anyway!) I want to post things simply for my own memory and enjoyment. And on my own time schedule. So, I think that's what I will do! And I'm not going to allow myself to apologize for it or feel guilty! I've started doing a Project Life Album for our family and I'm trying to keep up with writing letters to each of the kids. But I think it would be really fun to also have blog entries to print out and include in those memory books and journals. I would enjoy it and hopefully they will enjoy looking back at these memories as well.<br />
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Not a whole lot going on today. Rob's working. I took the boys to church this morning. We stopped by Starbucks on the way home - nastiest.white mocha.ever. The barista must have been new. Blegh. </div>
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Brady can't nap. And he's doing a very poor job at staying in his room for "quiet time". I'm doing a remarkable job at keeping my cool today though. Although he's just woken Carson up from his nap by his loudness - hopefully he will go back to sleep. Otherwise looks like an early bedtime for them tonight!</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-87142416159177050652012-07-07T21:19:00.001-05:002012-07-07T21:19:50.820-05:007.7.12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Look at my big boy! He looks so grown up to me in this picture. Still looking a lot like my dad but more and more like Rob every day. Rob is working this weekend, which I detest, plus temperatures above 100 for the past few days have been leaving us finding lots of indoor activities. This morning was play-doh. Then mom volunteered to come to the pool with me this afternoon to help wrangle the kids. Otherwise I wouldn't have attempted it. I don't mind taking the kids by myself - except I want to melt in this heat. And when I'm constantly having to hover over Carson to make sure he doesn't walk over the edge of the pool or eat rocks or the most common is picking him up each time he falls on his face in the baby pool, it's just plain a lot of work to do by yourself. Add to it that I'm 30 weeks pregnant it's really not much fun for mama! So thank you mom for coming with us!</div>
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I am finally starting to buy some things for baby girl. Yesterday the boys and I went to Babies R Us and scored the Sit N'Stand stroller I wanted, plus it was on sale for $104! I am so glad I researched these puppies, because I was ready to plop down more than double that amount for a different brand. Today I ordered her a crib from Amazon. I was really not wanting to buy another crib and just use the expensive one both Brady and Carson have used, but I've finally realized that Rob is probably right and we are going to NEED another one since Carson will still be using ours for (hopefully) a long while after she is born. Plus the one I ordered is cheap enough that I can paint it a fun color and not worry about "ruining" an expensive piece of furniture. I'm thinking I'll either go with a soft pink, grey, or mint green color. </div>
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Motherhood and life in general has been so tough on me these past couple of weeks. I have really been struggling with the boys - especially Brady - lately. He has been having some major behavior issues and we think we have finally figured out the issue - he needs more "Brady and Mama time". I have felt like such a failure thinking about this. Ever since Carson was born Brady has had to share me with him. And while Brady has done so well in this area, Carson is now walking, talking and playing with all of the toys which formerly used to only be Brady's. Plus Carson is still extremely clingy and needy and requires a lot of attention from me. I asked Brady the other day if he felt left out and he replied "you never spend any time with me". Break.my.heart. So I have been trying my hardest to spend more one on one time with just him and even when Carson is around to give Brady more praise and focused attention - no matter how uncomfortable I am crawling around on the floor with him in my current state!</div>
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These problems, plus the heat, plus still dealing with trying to get this house organized from moving (and feeling like it will never get decorated - if I can even figure out HOW I want to decorate it), plus getting ready for the arrival of baby girl, plus the constant toy clutter, and never ending laundry, and my humongous belly, plus more family drama from Rob's side have made me stressed to the max. On top of it Rob hasn't been around as much as usual because he's been working a lot of OT (which I am thankful for) and Brady's daily nap has become very unpredictable - many days it is nonexistent, so I feel like I have not had any time alone to actually accomplish anything that needs to be done. I really shouldn't complain. I have so much more to be thankful for, but these past few weeks have been absolutely exhausting and stressful and I am craving a kid-free vacation, which I know is not likely to happen for a few more years! I told Rob a while ago that we need to start planning and saving to take a nice trip in 2 years from now for our 10 year anniversary. At this rate of busyness it probably will take 2 whole years to research and plan!</div>
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I am so excited for the pool that we joined this year to open up. Last night they had a get together for new members and Sarah and Addison went with me because their family is already members and Rob had to work and I didn't want to go by myself. It opens this weekend!<br />
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I am also so excited for the Nicholson's to come visit this weekend. Hopefully the children all behave and we don't tire ourselves out too quickly because we are hoping to do quite a lot (Golf for the men, Red's game, Pool, Kings Island).<br />
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Last week I finally finished putting together our 2009 photo book. Yes, I said 2009. And it is now 2012. I'm terrible about actually printing pictures, but I'm trying to be better about the whole "memory keeper" part of my job description as a SAHM. Anyway I ordered it from Apple (I read in some photography magazine at the library a long time ago that their quality was excellent). And since I already use Aperture 3 to organize and do a lot of photo editing it was very simple. But I have so many pictures that I had to have 2 books made for the year because they wouldn't all fit into 1. I have both books made on the computer, but only ordered one of them to double check the quality first - since my books are so large they're kind of expensive.</div>
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On the same "memory keeping" note I'm thinking of trying out Becky Higgens Project 365 for the kids. I really don't like "themey" things, but something has got to be better than nothing right? And her kits make everything extremely easy to use. They are out of stock on Amazon right now, but her website says they will be available again in late May (should be soon I'm assuming!) We shall see.</div>
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This past weekend was so great for us. I actually didn't take many pictures at all because I didn't want to haul my camera with me everywhere, but I wanted to write down what I remember so I can look back on it years from now. Friday afternoon Rob got home early and we spent that evening at our good friends, Jack and Sarah's, house. Brady had a ton of fun playing with their daughter, Addison. They rode around the yard in her Barbie jeep and swam in the hot tub after dinner. Rob and I have always said that we would never buy a motorized vehicle toy for our children, but after watching Brady's face light up every time he set foot in that jeep we may have to reconsider!<br />
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Saturday morning started out slow and I was becoming annoyed with Rob for "dilly dallying" all morning - something he regularly accuses me of! After lunch though we set off for the bike trail in historic Loveland. We brought Brady's new bike along with us and Rob and I rented bikes from Montgomery Cyclery as well as a trailer for Carson to ride in. We rode about 3 miles in one direction then turned around and headed back towards town. Brady was loving being able to ride so fast without having to constantly stop to cross the streets in our neighborhood. He got going a little too fast though and fell off his bike on our ride back. I thought for sure he was done for, but we eventually got him calmed down and he was excited to finish his ride. When we got back to town he played on the playground for a short while and then we headed to one of the sidewalk cafe's for a snack. While we were eating we ran into Jack and Sarah again who were riding on the trail too. Since Rob and I had rented our bikes for 3 hours and we still had a little time left we put Brady's bike back in Rob's truck and put him in the bike trailer with Carson and we headed off in the other direction on the trail. Brady was doing a great job on the trail, but I was stressing out a little every time another person would pass us. Some people ride super fast and I was so scared Brady would drift a little too far over into the other lane and get hit. With him in the trailer though Rob and I were able to ride faster and not worry about the kids. I think he enjoyed the break too. After our ride we turned our bikes in and headed to the Loveland Dairy Whip for some ice cream. Brady was so cute sitting on the picnic bench covered in sweat and dirt with sticky ice cream hands and face - just what a little boy should be!<br />
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Sunday morning we got up early and headed to church - we adore the new church we have found up here. It reminds us so much of our old church in Mobile. While there Rob ran into an old friend of his which was nice to see. After that we went to Costco and spent entirely too much money (as usual). That evening we did our first "family movie night". I use that term loosely because we put Carson to bed first and Rob and I both crashed on the couch by 9:45. Brady woke us up when the movie (Cars) went off at 10:30. Brady was so excited all afternoon though. He kept talking about us having a pajama party (and insisted that we all had to have ours on) and how we were going to "eat snacks, listen to music, drink milk, and watch a movie".<br />
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We are going to have another exciting weekend coming up - the Nicholson's are visiting! We haven't seen them since we left Mobile in December. Brady is very excited to see "No No" and show him his new neighborhood.audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-47220994943926906182012-04-01T13:43:00.000-05:002012-04-01T13:43:57.667-05:00I've Got a Good ExcuseActually I've got a few good excuses why I haven't updated this blog since November! The biggest reason is that of a cross country move back to our hometown, Cincinnati, OH. For the last 3 months our life turned into a bit of a comedy (or at some times drama) movie. I seriously think we could write a book. You would not believe the things that have happened to us over these past few months, both big and little. It got so crazy that all we could do is just laugh every time something else would happen (or in some instances cry). I have also experienced every emotion I ever thought possible during this journey. Some of them I am still trying to process.<br />
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But I am happy to say that we are finally in our new house and getting settled. I absolutely adore our new neighborhood. Brady has already made friends with many of the other neighborhood children. I still find myself really missing Mobile and Alabama in general. Whenever I look through old pictures on my computer I tear up thinking about our time spent there, the wonderful people we met and our old house that Rob and I worked so hard on and made so many memories in. I'm praying that I start getting that same feeling about our new home soon.<br />
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Here are just a few pictures of the past few weeks. Hopefully I will have some free time to post more soon.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know I'm biased but how stinking cute are these two?!? I love everything about this picture....including the tightie whities :) </div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-13911807072158003082011-11-22T15:03:00.000-06:002011-11-22T15:03:16.830-06:00Snow Tracks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did anyone see this video?</div><br />
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Rob showed it to me last night and we were dying laughing. We had our own episode of "snow" in our house about a month ago. Early one morning Rob noticed that Brady was playing unusually quietly in the office and when he checked on him this is what he found....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Snow Tracks"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Snow Tracks" as Brady referred to them. He had gotten the coffee mate off the kitchen counter and emptied the whole can on his train tracks. All we could do at that point was laugh and let him play in them. It sure did keep him entertained for a while. I vacuumed up the mess a few hours later. I am SO glad the mess was contained to just one area! Can you imagine how long it probably took that poor mom to clean her house?!?</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-77090666257258820762011-11-21T22:50:00.000-06:002011-11-21T22:50:52.589-06:00Trick or Treat!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b0lT9JHXah3vSP-oXONg555oRGNF30lticKXXuchitDI0IA-P76IrgqPLxPcAofs25oh_6CyWwYnu1-QoYsLHbiqJCC9dWCwO9sa3Zqr4pEK6njwSV7ihixL3e5lSlyCtILIQM6jewzz/s1600/IMG_3629+%25282%2529web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b0lT9JHXah3vSP-oXONg555oRGNF30lticKXXuchitDI0IA-P76IrgqPLxPcAofs25oh_6CyWwYnu1-QoYsLHbiqJCC9dWCwO9sa3Zqr4pEK6njwSV7ihixL3e5lSlyCtILIQM6jewzz/s640/IMG_3629+%25282%2529web.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Playing catch up - I figure I'll start with Halloween, since it's still kinda fresh in my memory. This year Brady was a UPS man and Carson made his Halloween debut (obviously) dressed as Winnie the Pooh. I had great plans to construct a UPS truck out of a cardboard box around Carson's stroller and let him be the "driver", but I don't know who I think I'm kidding with these big plans of mine. I <i>never</i> have time to actually do any of them.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the end, it didn't really matter because the weather ended up being cooler than anticipated and Carson was fussy and cried almost the entire way through trick-or-treating. None of that stopped Brady though. That boy is a trick-or-treating machine! We actually decided to leave our neighborhood this year and mooched off of a friend of mine's neighbors instead. She invited our family over for a pre-trick-or-treating rendezvous and we decided to stay for all the festivities. Brady is already telling me that he want's to be a "steam engine" for next year. Yikes, that one might take some creativity on my part!</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-24459185026829863412011-11-20T21:32:00.000-06:002011-11-20T21:32:33.154-06:00Hello.....Anybody Still There???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlQ0Nr_-Gyr-j7FZRGWx8ZJhvzuNq_Rbia7yhfA0NMFns1qAq2Onncx_K5bLxCtio4Y7LFSAqPZkueLEBjJIp7qNv6RljuF98fSH7KtZQ7Bfgdl6mcQ3DcOQ1HMvgox8pXH6Q5p_uDE4l/s1600/IMG_3567CCweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlQ0Nr_-Gyr-j7FZRGWx8ZJhvzuNq_Rbia7yhfA0NMFns1qAq2Onncx_K5bLxCtio4Y7LFSAqPZkueLEBjJIp7qNv6RljuF98fSH7KtZQ7Bfgdl6mcQ3DcOQ1HMvgox8pXH6Q5p_uDE4l/s640/IMG_3567CCweb.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Every single day I log on to my blog simply to check by blogroll and I have a little conversation with myself that goes something like this...<br />
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me: Audrey, you really should start blogging again<br />
myself: why bother??? So I can write a post or two then take another 5 month hiatus?<br />
me: you need to keep up with these memories. Time is flying by way too fast.<br />
myself: I just don't have time to commit to anything anymore. There's no point.<br />
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You see, that incredibly cute 8 MONTH OLD (<i>what?!?</i>) is still using me as a human pacifier. And he's teething. And when I actually do get a brief (<i>I mean very brief</i>) break from him his older brother is usually crawling on top of me or begging me to play trains with him. And seriously, how can I resist???<br />
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Ok, I lie. I resist probably more than I should. But I really don't have a lot of time or energy for much anymore. This two kid thing keeps me much busier than I thought it would. Especially now that Carson is crawling and getting into everything. I was extremely proud of myself today for just making it to church and getting the dishwasher unloaded. I am going to try and start posting again, but I'm sure it will be sporadic. Our family is about to undergo some major changes in the next few weeks/months and even though it is sure to be a crazy, busy, stressful life change we are thrilled about it and I don't want to forget these precious moments in our lives!audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-68629521870640050532011-06-22T22:10:00.002-05:002011-06-22T22:10:53.668-05:00Seriously???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHH4HkJe7II3d-3GanFQ6IRlQisyBkUI9RcVsy95CDZJO1IpVchI7glS0dAJCJSfkSw8XLBGc_Tko4Gg1qAsz9l3LcshH2vODogfAaws4LduKSWx-F0egVG4A2L7VRj7wdfeTjLWwXv6G/s1600/IMG_1757editwebroundcorners.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimHH4HkJe7II3d-3GanFQ6IRlQisyBkUI9RcVsy95CDZJO1IpVchI7glS0dAJCJSfkSw8XLBGc_Tko4Gg1qAsz9l3LcshH2vODogfAaws4LduKSWx-F0egVG4A2L7VRj7wdfeTjLWwXv6G/s640/IMG_1757editwebroundcorners.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-74029045981818757822011-04-25T21:38:00.000-05:002011-04-25T21:38:42.236-05:00Still Here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a great Easter weekend. Thankfully Rob was off work and we were really able to enjoy our time together. Saturday we went to our church's Easter egg hunt, then Sunday we went to church and headed over to the Nicholson's that afternoon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is as close as Brady would get to the Easter bunny:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHiKDcLvDI7kAFxtgOpQMm1bAHuEZRjXQMV_YQnK0AH2OEfH49MgcgsCmQ5eU7Sojvou3UYSZ1hkBRoCFEpr1DgQ5ZzFX8X-Vna4_md90W0vkjSfL6mmPXVjPUATwzSOtlCbfQvw3f2Ez/s1600/IMG_0962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHiKDcLvDI7kAFxtgOpQMm1bAHuEZRjXQMV_YQnK0AH2OEfH49MgcgsCmQ5eU7Sojvou3UYSZ1hkBRoCFEpr1DgQ5ZzFX8X-Vna4_md90W0vkjSfL6mmPXVjPUATwzSOtlCbfQvw3f2Ez/s640/IMG_0962.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Brady was tickled that the Easter bunny had come to our house and left him so many treats.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnZb9dhtvLWQ-j78ZqQbKgYfDfIt9vaauh_Yuo7NWiz2SjHx7Q5D8Zfxhyphenhyphent8KiuvZi9MTmXHOyb5GbS5VSvEDmJT4rcdCnySsNEoOGjk0HYV7GlASLfWEwVIDfx38eRTxddTCNyT7jDy_/s1600/IMG_1068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnZb9dhtvLWQ-j78ZqQbKgYfDfIt9vaauh_Yuo7NWiz2SjHx7Q5D8Zfxhyphenhyphent8KiuvZi9MTmXHOyb5GbS5VSvEDmJT4rcdCnySsNEoOGjk0HYV7GlASLfWEwVIDfx38eRTxddTCNyT7jDy_/s640/IMG_1068.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Carson before church in the adorable outfit that Britni bought him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1RDDQYc0YC3FEzZhq-sfNpYNKWbEgF0MHrJgSxIsJ-fUfg35sM3er1tpig7-LdZajeWJHsC78SWPnNAbHidjgu_U9_Zm8GLvqDPyJ-mUDhP3n9JQ6KpYwVCGmIonyp9pVYklnLIZWhw9/s1600/IMG_1073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1RDDQYc0YC3FEzZhq-sfNpYNKWbEgF0MHrJgSxIsJ-fUfg35sM3er1tpig7-LdZajeWJHsC78SWPnNAbHidjgu_U9_Zm8GLvqDPyJ-mUDhP3n9JQ6KpYwVCGmIonyp9pVYklnLIZWhw9/s640/IMG_1073.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Carson will be 6 weeks old this Wednesday - time is moving way too fast. I am enjoying him so much!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-I started the Couch 2 5K running program this morning. I'm using an awesome app on my iphone with a little voice that times everything out and tells you when to start running/walking which is great b/c now I'm not constantly looking down at my watch. Now the only obstacles I'm facing are finding a time to do it when both kids are happy so Rob doesn't get too stressed out with them both and finding a sports bra to contain my mammoth jugs. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Brady is becoming an absolute sweetheart and amazes me everyday with the things he says. All my drilling him on manners is finally paying off. He's always telling us "thank you" for everything, plus he will randomly tell Rob and I that he loves us, which totally makes my heart melt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-I think I'm suffocating in baby/toddler toys right now. Our house is out of control. I really want to get rid of 75% of the crap cluttering this place up, but then I feel guilty if I don't save the toys for Carson to play with when he gets older. But I'm feeling like I must get rid of some of it - we're just going to keep accumulating more through birthdays and holidays anyway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Rob is transferring stores next week and I am so excited b/c he will have a much better schedule. It is a much busier store and he will now only have to work every 4th weekend instead of every other! <insert dance!="" happy=""></insert></div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-91447955071893054292011-04-08T20:33:00.000-05:002011-04-08T20:33:12.123-05:00Introducing CarsonFirst of all, I know I have not blogged in a VERY long time! There is reason for that though. I have started trying to keep a handwritten journal instead. I've never been the journaling or "diary keeping" kind, but I have to admit, I've really been enjoying it. Since it's private, I tend to write about more personal issues and feelings than I do on here. So, I haven't been neglecting my "memory keeping" responsibilities all together - I've just been choosing to keep them private :) I would like to try and start blogging more regularly again, but I'm not making any promises!<br />
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Now, on to the most exciting news! Carson Ayers Campbell finally joined our family! I was so anxious for his arrival and tired of being pregnant! He was 4 days overdue!<br />
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</div>I am still so amazed at how God orchestrated the whole event and how quickly and smoothly everything worked out. My recovery has basically been nonexistent, because there wasn't anything to recover from! Carson's temperment is so mild compared to Brady's. I've already told Rob that I'm ready to get pregnant again.....jokingly :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Carson's Birth Story</b></div><br />
After a few weeks of encouragement from Rob I finally decided to switch back to my amazing midwife at 37 weeks pregnant (full term!). I had been reluctant up until that point because of the kidney issue that was found during my 20 week ultrasound and the subsequent trips to the high-risk OB. I wanted to make sure everything was OK with Carson. On top of that the office where my midwife works is a very strange place. I cannot say enough good things about the midwife herself, she is beyond wonderful, however, Alabama is not a very midwife friendly state and she is the only one in our city. And the hospital/clinic she works at is really more of a clinic for the poor/teenage mother types. Going for a visit at her office is almost always eventful and I see/hear a lot of sad things. Not to mention that the office staff there is almost always really rude. Needless to say, I wasn't very excited about dealing with all this again. But, as I neared the end of my pregnancy and really started to focus on the actual birth, I started to have a lot of anxiety. The OB I had been using hadn't done anything to upset me, but the thought of the unfamiliar and being in a different hospital was really starting to cause a lot of anxiety. I know my midwife pretty well and her thoughts on a lot of the typical interventions used in a hospital setting. I knew she wouldn't force or even suggest many of the uneccesary routine procedures used during birth. But I didn't know how my new OB felt about many of these things. So, after a long talk with Rob and my doula/childbirth instructor/friend, Katrina, and a phone call to the midwife (on her personal cell phone after hours - how many OB's do you know that will take that kind of time with you?) I decided to switch back!<br />
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The only negative about switching back to the midwife was that she was going on vacation 5 days after my due date. I decided to go ahead and switch anyway because I felt incredibly confident that I would not go past my due date. During my last pregnancy I decided not to get "checked" at all, so I never knew if I was beginning to dilate in advance or not. This time, however, I was anxious so I asked her to every week. At 38 weeks I was 1-2 cm. At 39 weeks a "good 2cm". One day before my due date 3-4 cm and she stretched my membranes. At this point I was starting to get nervous because I knew she was going on vacation soon. I was starting to debate taking castor oil to induce labor, but kept chickening out.<br />
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Finally at 3 days overdue after trying everything I could think of including walking 4 miles that morning, weeks of taking evening primrose oil and Dr. Christopher's Prenatal Formula and having lots of uncomfortable "pregnancy sex" she checked me again and I was a good 4 cm and she stripped my membranes and told me that night was the night for the castor oil. I only had one day left to go into labor before she left town. She gave me clear instructions for the oil and said it would take about 4 hours to work and to take it around 3-4 am and go back to bed, in hopes that by 7 or 8 I would be in labor.<br />
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My mom had been in town for over a week to help us care for Brady while we were in the hospital, I alerted my doula, and we had our hospital bags packed. I woke up once around 2:30 because Carson was moving like crazy, but decided not to take the oil yet because I thought it was still a little early. I woke back up around 3:45 and decided it was time. I chugged the 2tbs. of oil mixed with a little OJ and baking soda and followed it up with a big glass of white grape juice. Honestly, it really wasn't that bad. Everyone who has taken it has talked about how awful it is, but besides it being really thick it really didn't have much of a flavor, granted I also held my nose while swallowing it, but it wasn't as terrible as I had thought it would be. After taking it I went back to bed and just as I was about to finally drift off to sleep I felt a painful "pop" in my belly and knew it had to be my water breaking even though nothing was actually leaking out yet. This was at 4:15am. I laid there for a little while and got up twice to check, but still no major leak of fluid. This didn't really suprise me though, because it was the same way when my water broke with Brady. I figured I had some time before contractions would start, since last time it took 3 hours and the midwife told me it would take 4 hours for the oil to work. I was so excited and shocked though I couldn't really fall back asleep so finally at 4:45 I texted my doula what had happened, since I knew that she would need to call her babysitter for her 2 children. I started having contractions shortly after this.<br />
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I had about 2 or 3 contractions that were about 10-15 minutes apart and then it was the castor oil's turn :) If you know anything about castor oil, you know that it's main use is that of a laxative. My experience wasn't that terrible because I only took 2 Tbs. of it, but during my 10 minutes or so of bathroom time, I had quite a few contractions. I had started timing them using an online website (contractionmaster.com) but I was really confused at how fast they were happening and convinced myself that I was confusing actual contractions with "poo pains"! I then decided to get in the shower since that helped ease my labor last time and Rob sat on the edge of the tub with the laptop in hand timing the contractions. After a few contractions he said, "Dear, you know these are only about 1.5 - 2 minutes apart, right?" I thought, "there's no way!" They were honestly not very painful! Nothing compared to the contractions I had during Brady's labor. And they were only lasting about 30-45 seconds long. I was really confused. We talked about calling the midwife and when we should leave for the hospital. The original plan was for our doula to come to our house and help me labor before we left. Rob had already called her a few minutes before and she was waiting for her babysitter to arrive and then she was going to come over. A few more minutes (and contractions) went by and I told Rob we should probably go ahead and leave for the hospital. We tried calling the midwife 3 times, but could't get through. I think I may have had the wrong phone number stored in my phone. I really wasn't in that terrible amount of pain. I would need to stop what I was doing to get through every contraction, but I was still coherent and calm in between them. Whereas last time I was a madwoman and screamed and cursed everyone out around me! Rob woke my mom up and told him we were leaving as I was trying to get dressed - it was taking me quite a while, since I couldn't move very fast and the contractions were happing so frequently. Finally we got in the car and left at 6:15. Rob called the midwife again, this time from his phone and got through. When he told her how fast the contractions were coming she sounded concerned and said she's meet us at the hospital. Rob had also called the doula right before we left and told her to just go to the hospital.<br />
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We arrived there about 6:45 and for some reason we both had it in our heads that it was later than it was and that I wouldn't need to check in through the emergency room and instead could check in through the main OB Admitting office. So Rob dropped me off at the front entrance to the hospital, and he left to go park the car. It was still a little dark out and I could see inside the main entrance a group of about 15 nursing or med school students waiting in the main lobby for their morning rounds. I kept thinking, "oh great, I have to walk through them all, they're going to think I'm crazy!" I was an absolute mess. I was sweaty, my hair was thrown back in a messy pony tail and headband, no makeup, I was wearing ugly capri sweat pants, a nursing bra, and an ill fitting tank top. But there I was carrying my little Coach purse, walking S L O W L Y for everyone to see. I had 2 contractions in the 30 feet it took me to walk up to the main hospital doors and had to stop for each one. As I entered through the main door I could feel all their eyes on me! One guy nodded good morning to me and I was trying so hard not to make eye contact with anyone and to just keep walking. I walked through the 1st set of double doors towards L & D and down the hallway. When I looked up I saw that the main OB Admitting office was closed! I whispered out loud, "sh*t, they're closed"! At that moment a few of the students had caught up to me and Rob was right behind them. I remember them saying "ma'am are you ok?", "somebody get her a wheelchair". All I could say was "No, no chair"! And thinking "don't they know what's about to come out of here, are they nuts, I'm not about to sit down!"<br />
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Thankfully there were some other nurses at another station nearby and I walked over there and as I hunched over during a contraction, calmly said, "I'm about to give birth". Obviously I wasn't in the right place and they told me to go on through another set of double doors to L&D. I don't know why I didn't remember that I could go through those doors on my own - probably because I hadn't even been admitted yet. As we were walking towards those doors - 2 of the students holding me up by my arms and a couple more walking behind me - I had a major contraction and had to get down on my hands and knees in the hallway. I'm pretty sure I scared the crap out of them! They probably thought they were going to be delivering the baby right there. Finally we made it through the doors and down the hallway to the nurses station. My midwife had already called them and told them to be expecting me and they had a room ready for me. I walked in and leaned over the bed for a contraction. They were trying to decide how the nurse was going to check me in that position, but finally I was able to somewhat lay back on the bed. I was 9 cm already. I got off the bed and leaned back over it since that was the most comfortable position for me. About 5 minutes later the midwife and my doula both walked in. I was so happy to see them both! I asked for a towel on the floor because I just felt like I needed to kneel down. About 5 minutes later I said "I either need to poop or this baby is coming out!" My midwife said "that's the baby, let's get you up on the bed." I climbed up and leaned over the back of the bed that was sitting upright. I held onto the bar on the back of the bed and suddenly got the urge to push. I remember looking over my shoulder at my midwife and seeing that she didn't have any gloves on her hands and thinking to myself "she needs to hurry up, this baby is coming now!" I don't remember how many pushes I had. But I only pushed when there was a contraction and my body had the urge. It wasn't for long - no more than 10 minutes - because he was born at 7:07 am.<br />
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As soon as he came out the midwife commented on how big he was and said "I bet he's 10lbs 1oz". Sure enough he was! It was so amazing, I remember turning over and my midwife passing him up to me and telling me the cord wasn't very long, so not to pull him to hard. Then Rob was trying to take my shirt off of me because he knew I wanted to nurse him right away. We had to rub his back a little bit and they placed a little tube of oxygen on my breast near his nose because it took him a short while to start breathing well on his own. It also took a while for the placenta to come out. And the contractions to get it out were pretty painful too - not at all like my birth with Brady, his just kind of fell out! I looked at it after it finally did come out and was amazed at how large it was - probably twice the size of Brady's! During this time I asked them to go ahead and take Carson over to the scale and do his footprints, because the contractions from the placenta were painful and I couldn't really concentrate on him like I wanted to. When they confirmed that he really was 10lbs 1oz I looked up at the midwife and said, "oh, crap, how bad did I tear?" She said that I didn't tear at all! "What! No, way!" I was thinking. Brady was over a pound smaller and I had a really bad tear with him.<br />
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It wasn't until after all this when the nurse asked me if it was ok if she drew blood for my labs that I realized I didn't even have a hospital bracelet or gown on. We still hadn't done any paperwork or signed in. I didn't want an IV to begin with, but had decided that I would accept a hep-lock to keep hospital staff off my back. Thankfully since everything had gone so fast I got my original wish of no IV at all :)<br />
Even though labor was moving so quickly, my doula was such a huge help. I had a small cold for the past week and couldn't breathe out of my nose, so my mouth was incredibly dry. She held my water bottle up for me each time I needed it and also took some great pictures with my camera. Even though most of them are inappropriate to show on this blog I am so grateful to have them!<br />
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So far Carson has been a very easy baby. I cannot believe he is already over 3 weeks old! It's amazing how much more comfortable and confident this time around! Here are a few pics...<br />
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</div><div>~This morning when dropping Brady off at school he saw his babysitter that we've been using on Friday nights while Rob & I attend childbirth classes and he ran up to her and gave her a big hug. She is a nanny for a little girl in Brady's class, so we see her often. </div><div><br />
</div><div>~When I picked him up today his teacher told me he was a "rockstar" and did really good today. She was showing the class flashcards with pictures of different objects/animals on them and he was not only getting them all right, but was sitting still and behaving really well.</div><div><br />
</div><div>~Then I got a text from the babysitter saying that he tried to leave with her! And he looked really sad & confused that he couldn't go! I love that we have found someone that he loves so much!</div><div><br />
</div><div>~While getting a much needed pedicure last week I started a conversation with a lady in the chair next to me and she was telling me a story about how their family's house burned down a few years ago after being struck by lightening. They live further out in the county where there is only a volunteer fire department and said that the firefighters were taking turns running back into the house to salvage all her family's photo albums and keepsakes. As they were bringing them out neighbors were grabbing them and running them to their own houses to dry them off with hair dryers since it was pouring down rain. A few minutes after they finished the entire house shot up in flames.</div><div><br />
</div><div>~After reading such good reviews about <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">Ann Voskamp</a>'s <a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913?ie=UTF8&tag=holyexper-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">new book</a> I decided to order a copy. While reading an excerpt about her sister being hit by a truck and dying in front of the family while her mother held her, I lost it. I can't quit thinking about it. I've never anticipated a package from Amazon so much before in my life. </div><div><br />
</div><div>~This afternoon Brady was watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and I overheard from the family room Mickey say "what sound does a sheep make?" and Brady yelled out "Baaaaa!"</div><div><br />
</div><div>~Last night before bed Brady wouldn't quit pulling my shirt up and kissing and hugging my belly. He also likes to push my belly button back in, like he's really pushing a button!</div><div><br />
</div><div>And lastly, these videos of Brady I found while reorganizing some files on our computer....</div><div><br />
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I brought coffee today for our Mom's Bible study and had some leftover cups. Brady thought he was pretty cool getting to drink his juice out of a Starbucks cup. Is it bad that he can pronounce "Starbucks" and gets excited when I say we're going there (don't worry, I never allow him to get anything!)?<br />
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I also registered him for Mom's Day Out for next school year today. He'll be going 2x/week again. I LOVE that our church offers this and that he loves going!audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-9889471928832480652011-01-25T12:36:00.000-06:002011-01-25T12:36:38.611-06:00Another OneHere's a pic taken back in October when Rob's parents came down for a visit. Not the best picture in the world, it was an overcast day. But I love seeing the difference.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're looking forward to a fun weekend coming up - my parents are coming to visit! I told Brady a few days ago and he keeps looking out to the front porch thinking they're going to be out there already. Today he told me that "Pa" and "Big George" - the dog were coming :) He also referred to "grandma" as "Ma". I don't think he likes the "grand" prefix :)</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-45901975969608114612011-01-23T16:27:00.000-06:002011-01-23T16:27:24.752-06:00Clean Color<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>One thing I am trying to work on before the baby arrives is improving my photography skills. I want to have great family photo albums with beautiful pictures of our kids and daily lives. I am becoming way too aware of how quickly time is slipping away and I want to preserve our memories before it becomes too late.<br />
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I am a member of clickinmoms.com. And when I say "member" what I really mean is I like to stalk to the boards, but have never posted:) Anyway there has recently been a bunch of hype about another photographer, Erin Cobb, and a new video tutorial she has made to teach her workflow and how she achieves her beautiful photographs. Photoshop (I use Elements) and post processing in general has been something I have been struggling with ever since I got my camera (over 2 years ago). So I couldn't resist the urge and decided to splurge.....and boy am I glad I did. Here are two examples that I snapped of Brady this afternoon when we got home from church:<br />
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Can you tell the difference? I sure can. It is subtle, but the finished images look so much more vibrant and polished. Some of the things I've been learning about are levels, saturation, brightness/contrast, curves, vignettes, skin softening, making the eyes pop, and sharpening. I am super excited. I think I'm going to be much happier with the candids I snap everyday!<br />
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<a href="http://erincobb.com/ThePigBear/">personal blog</a> (and link to Clean Color tutorial on sidebar)<br />
<a href="http://erincobb.com/Blog/">professional blog</a><br />
<a href="http://www.erincobb.com/">professional site</a>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-89180109615958451412011-01-12T21:48:00.000-06:002011-01-12T21:48:31.844-06:00Art With Mama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A very unwelcome sickness has been lingering around our house for weeks now. Really ever since Christmas. Brady and Rob have almost completely recovered. But since I can't take many medications right now I'm the unfortunate one that can't quite kick this ugly congestion/sinus bug. Our Mom's Bible Study class at church was supposed to start back today and I was so excited to go, but just wasn't feeling up to it. So instead we stayed home and did watercolor paintings to send to some family members back in Ohio. Then I cut a bunch of hearts out of some old scrapbook paper and let Brady have some fun with a glue stick. He's been begging to paint again all afternoon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Dirty old white t-shirt courtesy of Rob. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">What our kitchen looked like after a morning of crafting/playing. Thankfully it didn't take me long to clean it all up. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We went in search of the perfect Christmas tree...</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and threw around old tree stumps.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-59909282070349209352010-11-25T17:18:00.000-06:002010-11-25T17:18:01.839-06:00Picture Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I didn't plan on having any professional pictures taken this year. We spent a small fortune last year and I figured we would just wait till next year after Carson had joined our family before we invested in more. Plus I have never been overly impressed with any of our local photographer's work I have seen before (our pictures last year were taken in Cincinnati). But I came across a business card for a new local photographer who was offering holiday mini sessions for super cheap. I couldn't pass it up. If you are local check her out - <a href="http://www.katinelsonphotography.com/">Kati Nelson Photography</a>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7565270695739363727.post-28952656198541542862010-11-24T12:22:00.000-06:002010-11-24T12:22:40.082-06:00The Name<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've actually had our newest addition's name picked out for quite a while. And we've already shared it with the majority of our friends and family. With Brady we kept the name a secret until he was born. The main reason for this was that I didn't want any unsolicited opinions about whether or not people liked the name we had chosen. I was scared that if someone said they didn't like it we might start to question it ourselves. This time around though I feel a bit more confident about my role as a mother and couldn't care less if people like the name or not :) So here it is.......</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. We don't have any plans this year. All our family lives too far away to celebrate with. I'll be cooking some of Rob's favorites and he is planning on trying something new....cooking a beer can turkey on his Big Green Egg. Hopefully it's edible? I must confess that Thanksgiving is my least favorite holiday.....only because it revolves around eating and I am the world's pickiest eater and don't like any of the traditional food. Growing up I always ate a frozen pizza while the rest of my family enjoyed their feast. I'm trying my hardest this year to make it a happy celebration even though I would really prefer some Chinese takeout:)</div>audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06805393909165158634noreply@blogger.com2