tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248167352012-02-16T00:04:35.469-08:00Trivial Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10311500716122310888noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24816735.post-56319869444299392582007-04-04T07:17:00.000-07:002007-04-04T07:28:12.889-07:00

It's been awhile since my last post. With so much going on I really just didn't have time to sit down and type. For starters, we put an offer on a house . . .It was a low offer. A full 25,000 below their original asking price. We expected a counter offer. What we didn't expect was 3 other offers coming in within a day of ours. What a coincidence huh? In the market today with over 3500

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It was 75* today, in march! I couldn't believe it. We called up a couple of friends and headed down for a day in the sun with the monkeys. Of course whether monkeys refers to the gorillas, orangutans, and five other species of primate currently housed at the zoo or the 7 children we had with us is kind of in the eye of the beholder. We must of looked like a herd of some type traipsing through the

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Dot is back to a fairly normal BM schedule. At least she's not crying. But that still doesn't slove my problem of what started the whole issue. We are on breastmilk and pear juice. That's it. Maybe in the next week or so I'll be brave enough to try something else, but until then . . . -----------------------------------Googie is the most adorable human in the world. I had to cut her nails

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I think I'm oversensitive to Dot's bowel movements. But it's not my fault. We went through 18 very emotionally (and physically for Googie) exhausting months of severe chronic constipation before I finally diagnosed a milk allergy. Now with Dot . . . well it's just hard to know.Today for the first time, Dot had semi-hard stools. They weren't nearly as big as I remember Googie's being, or hard, but

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They were both exhausted after a long day. Her baby sister was crying and she reached out a hand to comfort her. Her big sisters touch quieted her immediately. Together they drifted off to sleep.

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I love the stage of life Googie is at right now. She's learning new things everyday. It is just so fun to watch, and try to figure out where she picks these things up! Today it was "I sorry"She's just started to say she's sorry. For everything! I'll say "Googie, that's not nice, we don't throw toys at sister." To which she replies "Oh I sorry sissy, sorry." She'll drop her Dora doll on the floor,

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Love is . . .Keeping the baby quiet at 2:00am (and 4:00 and 6:00) so the rest of the family can sleep.

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I know this is a very touchy subject, and I realize what I'm asking for is a foolproof solution, which there probably isn't one. But I really, really need your help. I'm at my wits end with this kid. And there is seemingly nothing I can do about it. HELPMy nephew, let's call him Frank, is out of control. He is really a very sweet boy; he's just never, ever been disciplined. EVER. His parents (my

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I love Valentines Day. It's an excuse to spend a little more than I should on dinner. Eat a few more chocolates than I should. And put the kids to bed a little earlier than usual :)Happy Valentines Day to you all. I hope your day was filled with love and laughter!

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I recived these cute little stories in an email and just had to share!MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, "If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six."JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: "Mom why have you got

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Five months after Dot was born, and I still look four months pregnant. I've had enough. It's time to start losing the weight. Time to stop eating everything I want, and time to start getting up early to exercise. The year of the Diet has begun. Well, actually I'm hoping it doesn't really take a year. I've set up my own weight loss program because I'm too cheap to pay someone to tell me how to eat

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I have invented the perfect toy for an active two year old. It's simple, it's cost effective, and it entertains for hours. And since I am such a generous person, I am sharing the secret with all of you . . .It's a ball of yarn. The end piece tied in a knot, so you don't end up with a web like structure invading your home. The ball loves to play hide and go seek. The ball comes when you tell it to

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I have too much of it. I don't consider myself a negative person, in fact most of the time I consider myself an optimist. But you really would know that from this blog. I don't know why but I feel like the only times I have something to blog about is when I'm having trouble. Or I need to vent. When I'm happy or having a good day it just doesn't occur to me to sit down and write about it.

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The high on Friday is going to be 8*. What sort of place has a high of 8*??!!! You know it's pretty said when the weather man says the temp will get up to 40* and my first thought is "oh nice, we'll have some warm weather again." No sarcasm involved people.In all seriousness though. I didn't know places that got this cold and stayed this cold were actually inhabited by people. Mountain goats

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Finally, we're all getting some sleep around here. Dot is sleeping for at least 5 hours straight every night, and it only took a week! I am truly amazed, but doctors really do know what they're talking about some of the time. At Dot's 4 month appointment, we talked extensively about her insistence to be up every 2-3 hours during the night. Which, in turn, was waking Googie up at least twice a

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It officially begins tonight. Dot had her four month doctor's appointment today. She's really four and a half months, but with the move and all we got a little bit behind schedule. We've got the doctor's go ahead to slowly cut out the nightly feedings, and hopefully begin the full nights of rest. We'll see if it works.I've been trying (with out eliminating feedings) to get her to sleep

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I'm sure every man is different, and some can deal better than others . . . but every time my husband gets sick I suddenly have 3 babies to take care of.I mentioned in a previous post about my DH's work as an auditor. It's busy season right now and he literally cannot miss a day. He felt like he was coming down with something this morning, and then by lunch I'm pretty sure he was running a fever.

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Things have been kind of boring around here the past few days . . . So, as to not get out of sync with the blogging world I thought I'd tell you a little bit about myself, in meme form . . . Four jobs I’ve hadDeliOrnament ShopAthletics Marketing DirectorDaycare Assistant Teacher**Just on a side note, I barely made four jobs. I worked 1-2 years on each, and then I had Googie.**Four movies I can

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By the time 6:00 rolls around at our house I am so done with the kids. They're not even my kids by that point they're the kids. I'm tried, I'm cranky, I want some space. Usually this isn't an issue. DH gets home and I get a break . . . well at least I get to go to the bathroom by myself. That counts as a break, right?The point is busy season has started. For those of you without auditors for

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**Well she did it. She pooped. You knew as soon as I blogged about it, and voiced my concern to my doctor she would. And it was perfectly normal, so nothing to worry about.

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Dot hasn't pooped in 5 days. I'm worried. I know that a normal exclusively breastfed baby will go up to 10 days without pooping, but with Googie's history with constipation, I'm just worried.It's been 5 days. The waiting has begun. The praying for a poopy diaper has started. I truly, sincerely, absolutely, hope that I am wrong . . .But Dot hasn't pooped for 5 days.At least we have experience this

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You know at a party you always have "That Guy"? The goof ball that is just always out of control? Or had way to much to drink. The one that everyone remembers? Well that was me today at the store. Only I was "That Mom." I was the one pushing the huge three-seater shopping cart.I was the one dragging around the screaming toddler.I was the one shopping as if nothing was wrong.I was the one taking

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I just haven't had much time to myself lately. Dot is four months old and still waking up 3 times a night. Googie has finally hit the terrible twos, and that has it's own set of challenges as you all know. I swear I can't turn my back on her for two seconds! We're looking into buying our first house, and figuring that out takes up any spare time I really have. Just to catch you up on a couple

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Seriously.You want to hear about my night. Oh good, I need to vent to somebody.First of all. I've held Dot, all night. All NIGHT people. Everytime I put her down she crys. She's crying as we speak, well wait. There she stopped. I'm I wonderful and loving mom, really I am. But when she's cried everytime I put her down, even just to go to the bathroom . . . well, lets just say everybody has

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I HATE Moving!!! And this time was worse than usual because my husband left two weeks before I did. Therefore I was without a husband for two weeks, and on "vacation" (if you can even call it that) at my mom's house. Not fun. Not fun at all. Googie missed her Daddy SO MUCH!! She would cry until she could talk to him on the phone and then never wanted to hang up. It's really hard to be on

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I'm ready to start my own practice. All I need is common sense, the internet, and I'm ready to diagnose the world’s problems. Heck, I'll be better than most of the pediatricians out there, at least the ones that I've seen. I've decided that Doctor's are worthless. The only thing they are good for is handing out drugs.Okay, so this post turned out to be a little gross -- this happens when you’

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The moving truck is coming on Tuesday. We're halfway done packing. We have everything by the kitchen ready to go. After that we are in transit for the next week and a half. The girls and I will be at my moms house for 11 days, while my husband drives, and our stuff is shipped. Hopefully by the time I arrive the house will be all unpacked, and the boxes gone! Hopefully. But for the next two

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She did it. She Did it. She Did It, YEAH! Lo hicimos, She DID it!Button is my hero. She's slept through the night for the past 3 days. 10:30 pm to 7:20 am people. Oh yeah, were celebrating today! Mom is getting enough sleep, that means everyone is in a good mood around here. Hurray! Yeah! Wahooo! Hurray! She DID it!----------------------------------------------------------I love the fall for the

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I just looked at the calendar. We're moving in 8 days. 8 days. And I've got nothing done. Do you want to come pack for me? Or clean my apartment? Please???!!!!I hate, hate, hate, moving. It's got to be the worst thing in the entire world. And yet in the last 3.75 years that we've been married we've moved 5 times. Now by the time it's been four years, it will be 6 times. Every single

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Most days I love being a mom. Then there are day's like today.We all woke up this morning to Button's screaming (by the way, Button is the baby's name. She just likes to be swaddled and held so much, I feel like she's a button on my shirt! Not to mention she's just a tiny dot of a thing right now. I love that my girls stay little for so long). Googie woke up and yelled at me through the wall "

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I am going to be boastful and proud in this post. So if those are things that bother you than you should leave. Now.I like to sew. I can sew pretty well. I'm not as good as my mom (she made my gorgeous wedding dress!!!) but I can make things look pretty darn good.That said, I also like to make Halloween costumes. I've never made a boy's costume or an action hero, but basically I don't think

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We have been so busy lately! I feel like I'm being pulled in fifty different directions all at once, while juggling thirty different balls. If we make it though the circus act this next month is going to be I will be truly amazed!I'm still trying to figure out our new little one. She is a little sweet heart and by no means a bad/difficult baby. But I'm struggling. She is so much more demanding

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This is her binky. She needs it when she's sad. It calms her down right away and makes any pain go away. When she burned her hand on the stove, we ran it under cold water and got her binky. The crying stopped instantly. When she's sad because Daddy had to go to work, or because she has to take a nap, she gets her binky and it makes her feel better. Her binky makes her happy. This is her Lambsie.

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I have a flat nipple on one of my boobs. It doesn't work. It doesn't produce milk past the first week, and only the strongest of suckers can get any milk out. Maybe there's something else sturctuarlly wrong with it, but I wouldn't know. On the bright side, when I go in to get my boob job after I'm done having kids, I'll have a perfect example of what I want to get back to. AND it'll cost me half

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Today while we were out and about, we got stopped at the stop light in front of the local McDonald's.Googie: Aah don-lds? Aah Don-lds!Me: Oh, yep there's the McDonald's.Googie: Aah Snaaa? Aah Snaaaa??!!!!Me: Well if your good at the store we can get a snack.Googie: Aah don-lds? Aah Snaaaa???!!Me: Yes, if your good at the store we can get a snack at McDonald's.She was very good at the store, and I

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"Can I get inside me through my belly button?"-- My 15 year old, very blonde (in every sense of the word), sister

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Okay, I realize I really don't have much room to moan, but this is the internet, and you all have to listen because I say so. Either that or you don't have to read it, but I choose to believe that you do, and that you care, and sympathize, and say everything I want to hear -- Just like any good friend would do. I am only on my second child and I am SICK of babies. Okay, I should clarify, I'm

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We're moving November 1st. We put in for a transfer with my husbands company. We asked for this. We'll be making the same amount and moving farther away from family. Why would we do this you ask? Cost of living my friends. It's ridiculous out here. Recently advertised on signs leading into our neighborhood: "15oo sqft townhomes from the High 400's" "1700 sqft homes from the Low 600's."

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The Day Of:I was scheduled to be induced Tuesday, September 5th at 7:30 AM. My doctor told me to call in at 6:00 AM to make sure they weren't too busy, and if they said to come in, to go right away. We did, and they were. I was told to call back at 8:00 and see. Same thing at 8:00, still to busy, call back at 10:00. Still busy at 10:00, call back at 12:00. Less busy at 12:00, but the shift

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Our little girl finally arrived!She was born September 5th, 2006 at 4:01 PM. She weighed a whooping 7 lbs 7 oz and was 19 and 3/4 inches long.More details to come when I have a spare second away from all our family and friends stopping by to see her.

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Happy due date to me,Now where's this ba-by?She needs to come swift-ly,Happy due date to me!(sung to Happy Birthday to You)Yes people the day has arrived. The expectant day that will come and go without the appearance of our new arrival, or the shrinking of my oh so huge bump. YEAH!The past couple of days have been so hard on me. Emotionally and physically.On Wednesday, August 30th I woke up

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Three days. I have three days until I'm due. Coincidently, I also have three days until my "last" doctors appointment. It can't come fast enough. (And I better be dilated and ready to go into labor, or that doctor is going to get . . . gonna get . . . well, . . . just believe me it will be something bad -- like a crying, irrational, ready-to-pop pregnant lady)You know a lot of things in life are

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Hi! How are you. It's been awhile. I know. I've been secluding myself. I keep hoping that maybe tomorrow I'll have good news, and a new little baby at our house. Maybe tomorrow will be the magical day, but I highly doubt it. I'm due in exactly 13 days. I know, hoping to have the baby this early was stupid. I didn't plan on it. Two months ago I wasn't even going to start thinking she might show up

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We were out innocently getting some lunch at Taco Bell. The kid in line in front of us couldn't have been more than 16 years old. But he was carrying what looked like a baby sling, and a baby inside. "That's strange" I thought. "He's too young to have a kid of his own, and by the looks of it, too cool to carry around a baby brother or sister. So, huh?" I was confused, until a little tiny

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Daddy's been gone now for three days. Man do I miss him. Googie misses him too. You can tell because she's always acting attention deprived. See the usual order of things goes something like this: 9:00 AM -- Wake up, have some breakfast11:00 AM -- Lunch/Snack12:00 PM -- Googie naps, Mommy showers2:00 PM -- Errands/Snack4:30 PM -- Play time (park, pool, friends . . .)6:00 PM -- Daddy gets home7:00

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At my doctors appointment yesterday they discovered a slight unevenness in the baby's heart beat. So my doctor said very nonchalantly "I'm going to go ahead and set you up an appointment for a third ultrasound, just to make sure it's nothing unusual. I'm sure it's not, but it's just better to be safe." I'm thinking it's going to be within the next week, I mean if they're not worried about

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Why??? Why do I do this to myself. I'm not due until the first of September. That's four and a half weeks away (Believe me, I know, I'm counting!). Just because I'm having contractions doesn't mean I'm having a baby anytime soon. I know that! Besides, I'm not quite full term yet, so if I did have the baby their could be complications. So why, why do I get excited every single time? Every

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About two months ago Googie decided she likes to color. Since that time I've learned two very important things.To get crayon off the wall use WD-40.To get permanent maker off of little hands, feet, legs, faces, toys, and walls, use rubbing alcohol (or purell works too).From now on the rule is if you want to color you have to sit at the table. Sheesh.

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For the week we get to experience what it's like to have a lactose intolerant child. Googie got some virus in her intestines that has reacted poorly with her body. She's had diareah for the past 2 weeks. No other symptoms, and not involuntary either. Just constant loose stools. So I took her into the doctor and they expect that this virus has temporarily made her lactose intolerant. So for

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I am dying . . . dying from the heat. I don't know how much longer I can stand it. We live on the second floor of the apartment complex. We're not allowed to use window air conditioners. I have employed every tactic I know of to stay cool. I've got fans going. My feet have been in a bucket of ice water most of the day. I went and chopped my hair off. I have a spray bottle with ice water in it

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I've thought about changing my name on here. Trivial Mom, doesn't really make sense as my husband so kindly pointed out. What I meant was nothing-I-do-makes-much-of-a-difference mom, but it doesn't really work. So I'm on the hunt for a new nickname. Did you know it's hard to come up with one yourself? I've never really had a nickname growing up, and since I am extremely paranoid that if I give

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My husband sent this to me. It's so true, it's not even that funny. Laws of the Toddler by unknown1. If I like it, it's mine.2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.7. If it looks just like mine,

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We have certain things we do before bed. I'm sure everyone does. We do all the things that a normal family does (okay so I use the term normal loosely). We put on jammys, brush teeth, go potty, read a book, and have a sippy in bed. It's a routine and she knows what's coming. From the minute I start, she knows that bed is the end.Lately we've gotten into the "terrible twos." It hasn't been that

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Working in the nursery has got to be by far my favorite calling. It's so rewarding to see the little kids adjust. Most of them come in crying, and within a couple of months they're so used to the routine they ditch their parents at the door. The thing that really upsets me is when you have nursery leaders who are out of touch with the kids needs and have forgotten how to care for a toddler (most

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Let me just summarize our trip.789 miles driven30 repetitions of wheels on the bus15 rest stop bathroom breaks10 movies5 different hotel rooms4 days with 7+ hours in the car3 hours of I-want-to-get-out-of-the-car crying1 pregnant mama, 8 weeks left until delivery0 napsWe drove four days, FOUR DAYS, to get to Idaho Falls. For what? 3.5 days to spend with family. That's it. 3.5 days. In those 3.5

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We're leaving this week for a Idaho Falls. Yipee! Whoever picked Idaho Falls for our family reunion was smoking something. It's pretty dead out there.It's going to be a two day drive to get there. I've already been collecting toys that will keep googie busy (I have a crate sized box full of them), and we have a portable DVD player that she loves to watch. So she should be covered. And if I can

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You heard right. Remember my dentist from a while back? Well she was trying to rip us off. My husband just went in for his cleaning with our new dentist, and he has NO cavities. A couple of his fillings are cracked and need replaced, but other than that . . .So it makes me wonder . . . Did I really need all the fillings she gave me? I got all of four cavaties she said I had filled. My

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I started working on this project way back when and it is finally finished.The outer cover:Sample Pages:So it was really fun to do, but took way more time than I remembered. I finally just had to sit myself down and finish it. So now I have two quiet books for my soon to be two girls. It feels so good when you finally finish a project. Now if I could just finish baby girl two's quilt I would be

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How can you love one little person so much? She lays in her bed, hair sweaty and matted to her face, and she couldn't be more beautiful. She bumps her head on the wall in her sleep and my head hurts for her. I am frustrated that she can't get a good nights sleep as she coughs herself awake for the umpteenth time tonight. I hold her, rock her, hug her as tight as I dare. Kiss her sweaty head.

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There is a discussion over on MMW about breastfeeding. It got me thinking. How did we all turn out so well?When my mom was raising babys:You put babys to sleep on their stomachs.Tuna, as well as any other kind of fish, was fine to eat during pregnancy.Kids were potty trained right around 2 years old.Carseats only had a **gasp** three-point harness.Sitting too close to the TV would ruin your

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How do you explain to a newly potty-trained 20 month old that it is okay to pass gas in your panties just not anything else?Now, she is doing really well being potty trained so young, and having so few accidents, and I really don't want to discourage that. But when we're at the very back of Costco and the bathrooms are at the very front and she is telling you frantically she has to go right that

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It always seems like your teeth hurt more after going to the dentist than before. They poke, they scrape, they "polish," they floss, and it all just hurts. Maybe I have over sensitive gums, maybe I don't floss as much as I should, but you would think that getting a preventitive cleaning wouldn't make your teeth hurt more.It always makes mine hurt worse. I have one tooth that is sensitive to

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You know that feeling when the kids are too quiet? Your glad that they're playing by themselves, and you don't want to interrupt the peace and quiet your enjoying. But you know when you go check on them there is going to be a huge mess, and your going to have to clean it up.Well that's how I've been feeling the last couple of days. But not because she's being too quiet, she's just being too good.

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As I was doing the third load of dishes, the fourth load of laundry, and making dinner on Friday, I had an epiphany. It finally made sense in my head what all of the older wiser moms had been telling me.See my house is always a mess. There are always dishes in the sink and there is always laundry to do. I know what your thinking "so what, it's the same way at my house." But you see this is

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Welcome to the Northwest.I don't know how much longer I can take the rain. Okay, given it's been a really wet winter, but man. I swear it hasn't stopped raining since September. We had one nice week -- by nice week I mean it was partly cloudy, with sun breaks and around 70 degrees -- two weeks ago, and we got all excited for summer. I mean we even braved the non-heated pool (which is a whole

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Okay, so lets see. So much has been happening.I finally found a skirt and shirt I liked for Les Mis. It did take most of the day, but I found one I really liked, and could where to church to, so it wasn't a one time dress.Les Mis was amazing. I love the story, and the music, but put them both together and it was amazing. The actors had amazing voices, the costumes were awesome. It was just a

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We're going to Les Mis tonight. I am so excited!Now I have to go find an outfit that will look good on my fat pregnant body.I'll be gone all day. I'm sure of it.

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Okay, so I've had a bad week.I've been thinking a lot about how to write this post. I need to write it. I need to get these feelings written down so that they don't overwhelm me. But I don't want to freak anyone out. Please don't be freaked out. I'll be fine, really. I am almost 6 months pregnant. I hate it. I hate everything about it. I'm not even sick anymore, and I still hate it. I hate

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Home prices in this area are ridiculous!That being said, we're thinking about moving. The way my husband's job works, there are offices all over the country, and he just has to put in for a transfer to be moved (okay so it's a little harder than that blah blah blah. There's some technical stuff I don't understand). It is very possible.And still I don't want to. We LOVE the northwest. Love, Love,

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Some people say mother's day is a 'hallmark' holiday. Created by the card, candy, and flower people in order to turn a profit. It is my personal opinion that mothers day was created by underappreciated mothers. My husband got up an hour before I did with our googie Sunday morning. He made me breakfast, and wrote me a sweet note. By the time I got up, he was ready to go back to bed. Googie,

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It's done. Officially done. She's Potty Trained!!!!And its all thanks to this potty: She doesn't really have the vocabulary to tell me when she needs to go potty. So she has a seat that she can do it herself on. It works great! Not only that but it cut out the need for M&Ms completely. It's reward enough for her to stand up and look inside to see what she did.Now when we go out I just make sure

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To be a mother, all you need is a child, or a child-like-entity (some mothers would label husbands as child-like-entities, I can proudly say that my husband would not fit in this category most days. Just when he is sick). But to really be a mom takes more than that. It means waking up at 2 am to feed the baby. It means dealing with poop and puke on everything. It means answering all the why

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Googie is potty training. YEAH! A month or two ago I wasn't sure it was going to stick before the baby was born. But we've started. A whole three days in a row wearing panties.We have 6 pairs of panties. They live in the laundry room. Everytime one gets "icky" it gets hand washed and thrown in the dryer. After 3 or 4 are in the dryer, the dryer gets started. And we start the process all over

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I realize this is probably a phase and I am going to have to deal with it for a while but man is it annoying!Every little thing that happens is a catastrophe! I threw the ball and it wasn't in my hands anymore, wahhhhhhhhh! I bumped my finger on the couch, Wahhhhhhhh! I told myself no, but I really wanted to do it, WAhhhhhhhh! He doesn't want to play with me anymore, WAHHhhhhhhh! My goodness

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Our first ultrasound did go very well, our second went much better.Turns out my doctor didn't just find an excuse to send me back. He was really concerned about some of the things they didn't find in the first ultrasound. Like, the aorta for instance. Now we can really see how truly incompetent the first tech was.My doctor sent me to a high risk clinic for this ultrasound. They have better

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So I have a problem when I make Potato Salad. My husband doesn't like half of the ingredients I like in it. So this is my solution. If you have picky eaters use this method, they won't even know the difference.Picky Potato Salad4 large Potatoes, boiled and cubed4 large eggs, hardboiled and cubed4 pickles, chopped1/2 cup* onion1/2 cup* bell peppers (what ever color you like)1/2 cup* olives1/3 cup*

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It's NBA tournament season again. That means basketball all the time, or at least all the time my husband is home. So on Sunday I asked what turned out to be probably the only NBA question my husband didn't know the answer too. It went something like this."Clippers game huh? Where are the Clippers from?""LA""Oh so LA has two teams, Clippers and the Lakers." (See I'm not totally basketball

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Thanks to LammyAnn for this post.Okay, six weird things about me . . .1. I am 22 years old and soon to be the mother of 2. I got married when I was 18. We want to be done having kids by the time I'm 25.2. I like watching ESPN with my husband. (Especially basketball and hockey!)3. I can't eat lasagna (sp?), the texture of the noodles makes me sick. (Although I love all other Italian foods.)4. I

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Maternity clothes are such a pain! The pants don't stay up, the shirts make you look huge, and for sunday dresses . . . Good Luck!Okay, so I have 3 or 4 maternity shirts that I absolutley love. The pants though are the biggest pains! Every time you sit down or stand up you have to readjust where the waist band is sitting. I've tried every type of style that there is. The full belly panel, the

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We are potty training again this morning. Googie is doing really well so far. She woke up with her diaper mostly dry and then went potty on the toilette. She has kept her panties dry all morning, and has been really proud of herself. We are definetly doing better than we did the past couple of days.Besides hearing myself ask 'do you need to go potty?' the only other thing I've heard all morning

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Easter. Who decided that for easter we should all eat jelly beans and chocolate and dye hardboiled eggs? Holiday's that stem from religous tradition usually can be tied (or stretched) back to some doctrine or scripture or something. Like Christmas for instance. I have a whole sheet of paper with the symbols of Christmas and what they represent. Gifts represent the ultimate gift, candy canes

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So we went to the ultrasound today to find out if the baby was healthy, on track . . . blah, blah, blah . . . but the important thing was to know the sex of the baby, so I could start buying clothes and decorating.So I have two basic questions:1.) Do they not tell the tech's that knowing the sex of the baby is the most important thing to parents who want to know?2.) And do these people have any

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Our ward does areobics every monday, wednesday, and friday at the ward building. Its great. We lock ourselves in the gym and let the kids run wild. It's the only way I can work out anymore these days. So today, I was working out as usual, I looked around to make sure Googie wasn't bullying any of the babies. And I couldn't find her. One of the older kids had opened the back door to the gym.

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Okay so I should add a few more things into the equation. First of all the picture place was running about 45 minutes behind schedule. So I show up for our 12:10 appointment at 12:05. I was kind of rushing around when I got there because I still had to get Googie all dressed, and put a bow in her hair. We had plenty of time! We waited almost an hour. They finally got us in to do pictures at 1:00.

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We are working on potty training, right now. I know, she's a little young don't you think? Well she is a little young. But she is 18 mo, and she is very interested in the toilette. We're not having very much sucess at this point (6-8 times yesterday when we actually made it to the potty before her panties get wet). My mom tells me it's normal and just to stick at it. So here we are on day two. We

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My little girl is in love with the tv. Does that say something about me as a mom? As I'm sitting here writing this she is watching the last 45 minutes of The Incredibles. Now she doesn't watch tv all day every day. But when I'm making dinner, or need to take a shower, or just at night when she is exhausted and it's too early to go to bed yet. I know that there are a lot of people who believe that

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My mom is coming to visit today. I really should be cleaning my house and not checking up on the blogging world, but what can I say? It's like my morning coffee. If I don't get on and check when I wake up I feel like I'm missing out on some awesome story. Even though I don't drink coffee, and barely even eat breakfast, I must check the blogs. It's sad I know.Lately Googie has been protesting

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I am currently working on a new quietbook for my little girl in church. I made her one before, but she gets tired of the same on every week so I decided to make another one to alternate. I have only been working for a little while, but so far I have 12 pages outlined, but far from finished. I want to know if there is a market for this sort of thing out there. Would people be willing to buy the

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We've been thinking about baby names lately. Well rethinking actually. We've had our kids names picked out (assuming everything goes according to plan . . .) since before we were engaged. The first one went perfectly. We found out she was a girl, the name fits her personality great and she even looks the part. Since that time I decided I was only having 3 kids (after being through one, I decided

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So Googie finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion, at 2:45. She woke up twice more to throw-up (an hour apart) and then 3 more times (45 minutes apart) to dry heave because there wasn't anything left in her stomach. Finally at 7:00 she went back to sleep, and slept till 8. When she woke up asking me for a sippie, or as she calls it a "seeee." Poor thing. I couldn't give her one. You all know the

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I know. It's 1:43 in the flippin morning. What am I doing up??!!!! Well I'll tell you what I'm doing up. I'm watching The Incredibles for the third time in a row. You ask me why . . . what a silly question. Because my perfect Googie won't sleep. Well it's not just that she's a brat. She has the flu I think. She's thrown up three times since 10:00, poor thing. I called the doctor, because it

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My first post. I've tried this blogging thing before, but it just didn't work. So here we go again.When I was pregnant with my little Googie, I was so excited! I couldn't wait to be a mom and do all the mommy homemaker stuff. Like sew pretty dresses, with ruffles and bows, and absolutely no flaws. Cook gourmet meals every night, with perfect balanced nutrition for my husband who slaves away at an

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