tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57363670127430392382009-12-20T13:49:29.463-06:00Everything you didn't really need to know about wifeyhood and motherhood.LarMarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445689376080198394noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736367012743039238.post-76801181455606012102009-12-09T15:12:00.002-06:002009-12-09T15:21:14.153-06:00

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. The holidays have overcome this house, and between visits home and decorating and getting ready here, I've had neither the time nor the energy, or for that matter, the motivation to get on here. But that will soon change.I won't be picking anything up for now, because my son, my dear dear son, is trying to kill via sleep deprivation. Today marks his 6 month

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Yesterday was great. We had our family get-together for my side of the family. It was wonderful to see the kids again.Yesterday was scary.As many of you know, my parents have a house that's right on the water. I've posted pictures on here before of the backyard, on the back of which is a dock that we go fishing on, and in the summer it's our 'safe zone' for swimming in the channel, which has a

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I have been feeling guilty lately for not posting as frequently as I want to. To remedy that, I am going to (try) start posting at least every Thursday, with an update on awful things I do during the day that normally I would not post on the internet for fear of people coming and taking the kids away. Fun, no?So let's kick it off with some food safety.Yesterday, I was mixing up some corn for

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Act One:Partying it up with some friends. Chose a family theme. Started with Alex as our bag lady (please notice the shopping cart... and fingerless gloves). Paul and I are homeless. And then we have our cat. ...Er.... Lion. (All the cat costumes were a bit too feline for my liking.) Upon arrival, first person who sees us says, "Oh good! You didn't dress up either!" Fail. Second person

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Not pocket change. I have none of that. (I am definitly one of those people who uses a debit card to pay $1.50 for a pop. Sue me. Also one of those people that uses the free address stickers I get from charities without donating anything.... aren't I awful??)What I have are big BIG changes. Changes that, had this happened 10 years ago, I would have had to write several letters with PAPER and

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I have an actual post that has been put on hold for a bit, but I just had to share this picture. Initially, I thought that it was one of those that would get deleted right away (because of the magnificance that IS digital photography that allows me to take 10 pictures in the hopes of getting one where all the fingers are out of noses and at least one eye is open on all involved). But... the

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So, you would think that our bodies are pretty put-together, right? Like we have everything we need, and lack anything that would just get in the way. We have ten fingers because that's how many we need. 11 would just be showing off. Only two eyes because if parents actually saw everything, childhood wouldn't be nearly as fun. We have a liver to... uhm... process alcohol? And an esaphagus

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There's too many things going on at the moment. Paul and I have somehow landed at some major crossroad in our lives, where decisions must be made and 'adult' things accomplished. I am not sure how we got here.... one minute we were walking along just fine, and all of a sudden, there are 10 HUGE MAJOR LIFE-CHANGING decisions that NEED TO BE DECIDED NOW! NOW! NOW! And I have several different

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...And I don't even feel bad about it. Isn't that awful?But first, I just have to comment on this. I am watching the President's address to Congress right now, and though I like that any President must go through the gauntlet that is Congress when bringing his ideas to fruition, I can't help but laugh at the ritual it's become. Speech writers try to pack as many BAM phrases into one speech as

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Scene: Eli laying on couch. Alex pointing to his various body parts.Alex: (points to eye) EeeeyyyyyeeE?Laura: yes, eye.Alex: (points to nose) EeeeyyyyyeeE?Laura: Nose.Alex: (points to arm) EeeeeyyyyeeE?Laura: Arm.Alex: (points to foot) EEeeyyyyeeeE?Laura: Foot.Alex: (points to belly) EEeeeeeyyyyeee?Laura: Belly.Alex: (points to crotch area) EeeeeyyyyeeeE?Laura: (thinking daughter will continue

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I have been trying again and again to upload a certain video of certain children. You may have noticed the blank post that's been on here for the past few days. Well, it's gone. I am going to for-go uploading that certain video (which starred a certain mini-man and his talkative nature), and head straight to this one (which I have yet to attempt to upload... so it may or may not be at the

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Things are changing.I wear glasses now. And aside from a few days where it felt like I had been punched in the face (trust me, I asked Paul about 5 times if he would please just tell me if he hit me while I was sleeping... which he didn't.). Anyway, aside from that, the transition has been smooth. I was amazed (like, truly slack-jawed, with audible gasps and everything) at how much better I

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August 12.Happy Anniversary, to my one and only.On this day, 3 years ago (has it really only been THREE years?... or is it... has it ALREADY been THREE years? I can't tell), we said our vows, we walked down an aisle, we cut some cake.On this day, 2 years ago, I threw up a few times, we ate a bland dinner because that was the only thing I could stomach (because something very special was growing

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For the first few weeks of my son's life, I was walking around the house saying some pretty silly things. Things like, "I don't know WHYYYY I thought this newborn thing was hard the first time!" and, "Man, I must have been a real whiner that last time around, because this is CAKE!" Now, granted, I wasn't saying that life with TWO beautiful little darling devils running around was easy, but that

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I promise I have a good explanation for the lack of posts recently. Actually, I have two. First, I wasn't home. I was in the land of the Island-folk, resting and catching up with family and kids and friends alike. It was a good trip, with the exception of the big void that was the absence of the hubby. Alas, he was off doing that thing called 'work', which apparently needs to get done in

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God, that is. Here are all of my upstanding neighbors trying to put on some fantastic firework shows, and there He goes, making bigger booms and brighter flashes (read: incoming thunderstorm) than any of them can manage. Showing off that 'All-poweful-creator-of-the-universe' thing again. That is so LIKE Him.But, I must admit, though the lights and sounds are better, He cannot compete with the

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I've grown a new appreciate for my eldest since the birth of my son. I can see clearly now how much work and love and tears and just-plain-craziness went into to getting where we are at today. There was a time during my pregnancy when I feared that the newest addition would take away from the relationship and the bond that had formed between Alex and I and her father. I am very happy to say

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Alex totally has a mullet. This was my attempt to make that mullet really cute. Turns out it just looks like a mullet with the back tied up. Her front hairs need to catch up with the back....But I still think it's adorable.

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"...and then they brought this thing home with them..."Life with a new baby. Always exciting. Especially when you get to see it through the eyes of a 15 month old. Which, if you look at it from that perspective, it's more annoying than fun, and kind of irritating because here is this brand new toy and nobody will let me play with it! Alex has been adjusting well. She is mostly not so interested

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Other titles considered for this post:In which I get no sleep.In which my boobs triple in size overnight.Hello internet!Sorry for the delay. I have been taking a hiatus from the world for the past almost-week, choosing to handle only those things that were necessary, most of which concerned diapers and boobs and sleep (kinda) and pain meds. I haven't felt like interneting, or phone-talking, or

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I would like you to meet the newest addition.Elijah SamuelBorn on Tuesday, June 9th at 11:27 am.7 lbs, 11 oz19 3/4 inches long (And, as an added bonus, this is what happens when you give your husband camera duty with a camera that has fun features on it, like the 'Make new mother look like she did exactly 10 minutes prior to giving birth' feature. Lovely) More to come later. It's quite the

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to not have heartburn 24/7. So close. SO CLOSE.

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Dilated 3 cm. (voice in my head says ALLELUIA!)The heartrate was a little low, which subsequently had me strapped to a table for the next half hour for a non-stress test to make sure that Little Buddy is doing alright. I watched as his heartrate went from 118 up to 150, back down again, back up again. He was all over the place. But Doc assured me that he is perfectly fine, and that I should

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