tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49700218764143421172024-03-12T21:31:57.625-05:00Beautiful Crazy LifeHe has made everything beautiful. Ecc. 3:11Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.comBlogger391125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-57959357821025502412015-01-02T00:05:00.002-06:002015-01-02T00:05:52.107-06:00Extra, Extra.....<div style="text-align: center;">
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Our school took its second-annual, school-wide, Disney on Ice field trip last Friday. It is such a fun trip and I love that we load all 600 students and faculty up to go. (How about that big belly crammed into that little tshirt in the above photo? Ha!)</div>
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The girls would enjoy just riding the bus. I think that is one of their favorite parts of any field trip they get to go on.</div>
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For some reason, my girls always choose to hang out with these boys. You'd think they were best friends or something :)</div>
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All of first grade lined up on the makeshift stage and told the story of the first Thanksgiving. There were students dressed as food: cranberry sauce, a turkey, dressing, potatoes. There were students dressed as Pilgrims. Some were dressed as family members: grandparents, children, pets. And then these precious Indians.<br />
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Libby did so well! She said her part loudly and clearly.<br />
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And just for the cuteness factor, here she is with one of her best friends, Koby.<br />
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If you're feeling nostalgic, you can check out a <a href="http://beautifulcrazylife4.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-history-of-thanksgiving.html">few pictures from when Kyndall</a> participated in this same program two years ago. Looking back, I can see how my blogging style has changed since then--few words, more pictures. Hopefully, I'm doing better with that now :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-42437653893200698972014-11-17T10:33:00.001-06:002014-11-17T10:33:52.696-06:00The Weekend LensWe had a friend-filled weekend, and this mama has been looking forward to Monday to catch up on my rest :)<br />
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On Friday night, Justin took Kyndall hunting with a friend and his daughter. They spent the night a few hours away from home. Lots of fun, but no luck with the hunting.<br />
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With them gone, Libby invited Maggie to spend the night. GraGra and Pops took the girls to Fulin's for supper (so pregnant mama could get a little rest) and then back with a movie.<br />
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Kyndall had a basketball game on Saturday (which they lost). I think several of our players didn't get enough sleep because they were d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g.<br />
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On Saturday night, we celebrated Libby's cheer season with a party at Cici's pizza. All the girls got a trophy, a rose, and a crown--perfect for this group of divas :)<br />
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Overwhelmed, because Jase's nursery currently looks like this. And not much can be done about all that stuff until the girls room is cleaned out, and even I wasn't brave enough to take a picture of<b><i> that </i></b>disaster zone right now.<br />
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Overwhelmed, because four of my eight barstools look like this.<br />
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Overwhelmed, because there isn't a single free afternoon on our calendar for the next two weeks.<br />
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Overwhelmed, because my sink looks like this and the dishwasher is full and we are out of dishwashing detergent. <br />
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Overwhelmed, because mama is <b><i>big</i></b> and <b><i>pregnant</i></b> and the last thing I want to do when I get home are any of the above things.<br />
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I think as mama's it is especially easy to feel overwhelmed. (It seems like daddy's can ignore messes much easier....or maybe that's just Justin. He doesn't seem to notice anything until I mention it!) Mama's have laundry and dishes and clothes-purchasing and homework duty and sports cheering and it seems to never just <b><i>slow up</i></b> so that we can breathe for one tiny second. <br />
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But<b><i> </i>this is life</b>. And each glorious, overwhelming mess can also give an opportunity to be thankful.<br />
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That laundry? It's because we go and do and play and get dirty with all the fun things.<br />
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The holidays? They're fun!!! Every year, I refuse to stress---gifts can be purchased and delivered via Amazon prime and I <b>will</b> simply enjoy the time spent with my family. And those red holiday Starbucks cups. :)<br />
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That messy nursery? The pictures are down because we painted, something I've wanted to do for a long time. The clothes are piled up because (thank goodness!) those still fit the girls from last year, which means less to buy again this year. That messy nursery is progress toward a room that is going to hold my sweet baby boy in a little over two months. And that's a big blessing, ya'll.<br />
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Those dishes? We have never had to go without a meal, or worry where money for our food was going to come from.<br />
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So when you are feeling overwhelmed with life, just stop. Take a deep breath. Look at all those things that are messy or messed up and find the silver lining. Because I promise you, there is one.<br />
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There were big slide races--Kyndall won every time. She used her hands to push herself down faster, which was HILARIOUS.</div>
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We all took turns milking Ellie the cow. Poor thing--she is seven months pregnant too, so we could be twins :) PS: Kyndall was too busy milking to look at the camera.<br />
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Kyndall really enjoyed all the animals--donkeys, horses, goats, chickens, rabbits, and this little guy (ha!).<br />
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They were even able to help gather eggs from the henhouse!<br />
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Gullion Farms is a "true" farm experience. Kyndall loved it, even though she's been around farming her whole life. It was really funny watching the kids that had never been to a farm though--they just thought everything was gross. You mean, bacon comes from that cute little pig? My Big Bacon from Jacks Restaurant is from Ellie the cow? What is that SMELL??<br />
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We had a great day, just the three of us. I'm really loving these one-on-one "dates" with my girls :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-22553091011141992212014-11-05T11:47:00.001-06:002014-11-05T11:48:57.921-06:00Hello, Third Trimester<div>
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This week I hit the third trimester mark. I can't even believe it. With both girls, I can remember the pregnancy just d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g on. While I am very anxious to meet out baby boy, I feel like I'm going to blink and he'll be here. So right now, I'm just going to soak up and enjoy every last second of this pregnancy.<br />
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<b>Sickness:</b> No nausea at all. I have been having issues with my sugar dropping and me passing out. Hopefully they will figure all this out at my appointment next week.</div>
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<b>Energy:</b> I think I am nesting a little early. Compared to earlier in the pregnancy, I have lots of energy. I'm slowly getting things ready in the house and I've even taken a few walks around the neighborhood.</div>
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<b>Cravings:</b> Still none. I have been getting more decaf white mocha's from Starbucks, but that's something I want all the time. Not just during pregnancy.</div>
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<b><i>From a Hispanic parent at school: </i></b> "You are just pregnant in your belly....well, and these." (Said while pointing to my chest!)</div>
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<i><b>From my yearbook lady: </b></i> "I'm working with another lady who is due in February, too, but you are SOOOO much bigger than she is!"<br />
<b><i>From a coworker:</i></b> "You are SO big this time... I bet he's going to be a porker!"<br />
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<b>Feeling:</b> Ecstatic. Baby boy moves all the time, I mean ALL THE TIME, ya'll. And even though those kicks are getting stronger and harder, it just reminds me that he is getting stronger and healthier. <br />
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We are getting the nursery ready piece-by-piece. I still have TONS to get to be considered 'ready', but I'm not going to worry about it. If Jase decides to make his appearance before we have everything, I'll just take advantage of my Amazon Prime =) (<--I think I only feel that way because this isn't my first (or second) rodeo. The first two times around, I totally stressed about having ALL THE THINGS!)<br />
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I know this is my last pregnancy, so I'm trying hard to remember each and every little thing. Exactly how I feel. Exactly how he kicks and rolls and moves. Exactly how both girls kiss my belly and tell him good night. I am truly cherishing each minute.<br />
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7:00 am- Wake up, thanks to Daylight Savings Time. Our usual Sunday morning wake-up is 7:30. We have certain rituals when it comes to breakfast at our house--through the week it's cereals and waffles and oatmeal; Saturdays are for homemade chocolate chip pancakes; and Sundays are cinnamon rolls.<br />
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12:30 pm- Quick lunch from Burger King (because Mom <i><b>really</b></i> wanted a fish sandwich) and then home to make punch for Leeann's baby shower.<br />
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2:00 pm- Baby shower at Aunt Lori's for Jonathon and LeeAnn. Leopard print is big, ya'll :)<br />
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5:00 pm- AWANA's and GEL groups at church. I <b>can</b> tie my shoes, it's just really uncomfortable to do so. Thankfully, I have a husband who doesn't complain (too much) about helping a sister out :)<br />
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11:15 am- Sent Kyndall with Rodney and Ansley for basketball practice while we went to Libby's championship game. The final game of this year's cheer season. The Rebels WON, by the way! I was so proud of Libby--the cheerleaders have been a little flaky this year and at this last game, only 4 of the 9 original cheerleaders were there. Libby didn't mind--she cheered and danced her little heart out anyway!<br />
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2:30 pm- Lunch/Supper at Fulin's with GraGra and Pops. Loved this sweet conversation.<br />
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5:45 pm- Meet the Rebels for basketball. Each girl was announced, Eli-Gold-style, and ran out onto the court. They did this for youth league teams all the way through high school and then the high school teams played a scrimmage game. It made my heart happy that our little ones got to participate in this special honor--they felt so big and important!<br />
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6:15 am- When I woke Libby up this morning, from my bed, the first words she said were "I slept AWESOME!"<br />
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7:15 am- It's Halloween, so both girls got to wear their costumes to school. They had cookies and candy and games and TONS of fun.<br />
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3:30 pm- Super quick, fifteen minute rest time for the pregnant mama who had too little sleep last night and too many sweets today. All while piled in the recliner with two girls and a monster of a dog. Max doesn't seem to mind how he needs to lay--on, under--as long as he's with his people. He does seem to want to lay his head on my belly lately....bonding with Baby Jase already :)<br />
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6:00 pm- Trunk or Treat, take 2 at GraGra and Pops church. Games and food and fun. Too cold for any pictures, whatsoever. <br />
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8:00 pm- Home again, home again. The girls wrapped up in warm pajamas and watched TV while Justin and I caught up on our "games"--Candy Crush for him, Hay Day for me. Yes, I know we are both a little late on the times :)<br />
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5:55 am- I know. I <b>know</b> she is not supposed to be in here. But look how sweet and cuddly she is. She just sleeps so well in our bed.<br />
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7:27 am- Time for school. Libby has a sub today so she was asked to come straight to her room to help the sub get "situated." She LOVED this, of course. Today was also popcorn day, so I scavenged in my purse to find $1 for each of them.<br />
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3:30 pm- Hair therapy for everyone..... well, except Daddy. I really love this photo--Libby's turn getting her hair cut and Kyndall is waiting patiently. What did we ever do before electronic devices?<br />
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6:30 pm- Endless Shrimp at Red Lobster, because this is Justin's "THING". He is all about getting his money's worth. And each time he ordered a new plate, I told myself to take a picture before he started in on it. I even had my phone RIGHT beside me and somehow still managed to not get a picture. So how about a stock photo from RedLobster.com, just to make you hungry? ;)<br />
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The story of our evening involved a little later bedtime (8:30), braiding Kyndall's hair in a million tiny braids so she can be Hermione tomorrow at school, laying costumes out, singing Hush-A-Bye and You Are My Sunshine (because those are our nighttime songs), and a pregnant mommy (literally) falling into bed, exhausted.<br />
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*Notes from today--As far as daily photos, I took a lot less today. As in, three total photos. Oops. I have taken several through the week of little things: weather screenshots, random decor throughout the house. When I finally get around to doing these pages and printing them, I'll have those as "fillers".<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-90572274744648758262014-10-30T09:27:00.002-05:002014-10-30T13:24:28.547-05:00Week In The Life: Wednesday Words + Photos5:55 am- Alarm goes off. I pull Libby up <i><b>from my bed</b> (again)</i> and we take a quick shower together. Kyndall had hers last night at Emily's, so she's good to sleep for a little longer.<br />
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6:30 am- Breakfast--waffles with powdered sugar and chocolate chips for the girls, Special K cereal for me, breakfast bar for Justin on the way to work.<br />
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7:00 am- Word of the day: Hair. Today at school are Santa pictures, so I curled both girls' hair this morning.<br />
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7:15 am- School. Today, both girls' extra was library, so they got to see me! Holiday weeks are some of the only times we watch movies (I usually read stories), but all the classes are watching Spookly the Square Pumpkin this week.<br />
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11:45 am- The girls finally got their picture made with Santa, just before lunch. Kyndall asked him for a Minecraft game for the XBox and Libby asked for a Crayola Marker Maker.<br />
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3:00 pm- After school we went straight home to get ready for the Halloween Trunk or Treat at our church. (Talk about a mash-up of holidays, right?) Kyndall is dressing as Hermione from Harry Potter, so she needed wavy hair. (See--more hair!!) We wet it just a bit and then did lots and lots of teeny tiny little braids.<br />
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7:00 pm- Trunk or Treating, hay riding, hot dog eating, and hot air balloon riding at TBC. Of course, there were 7,378 Elsa's there :)<br />
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8:30 pm- We made it home just after 8:00. The girls pulled off their costumes and laid them out for Friday night's festivities and then all but fell into bed. They were asleep within five minutes, and I wasn't far behind.<br />
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<b><i>Story from today:</i></b> I had intentionally not signed Justin up to help at the Fall Festival last night so that he could help me watch the girls. Of course, he got hit up Sunday night and agreed to work a shift at one of the blow-up slide. About five minutes into his shift, the generator on the slide quit working so he was able to walk around with us anyways. In other words, if you need anything, I have a direct line to God =)<br />
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6:00 am- Snooze the alarm<br />
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6:05 am- Wake up and get in the shower. I try to get all the way finished with my shower and makeup and have nothing left to do except my hair by the time I wake the girls up. This way I can enjoy breakfast with them.<br />
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6:30am- Wake the girls up. They BOTH slept in their own beds last night! SCORE! Breakfast was cereal for everyone.<br />
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6:50am- We are trying something new at our house where they girls get an allowance each week for completing certain chores. They check off the chores on their list and they get money depending on how many checks they have. One of their chores is to feed and water the dogs each morning. Kyndall is <b><i>really</i></b> on top of this, Libby not so much.<br />
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7:20am- School time. Somehow, the girls have their 'extras' on the same day. Today, they both have computer lab. I didn't get pictures there, but I did send the iPad with the PE teacher and she took some awesome pictures. There is something to be said for getting everyone involved in this project!<br />
PS: This is so typical of the girls. Libby always, always, always plays with Brook-lynn and Riley. They run around and play princess and teacher and whatever there imagination brings. Kyndall always, always, always plays a game or sport....and intensely. That girl is as competitive as they come! <br />
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4:30 pm- Chief and Snoogie's BBQ for supper, wolfed down in about five minutes before our 'activities' begin. A plain potato, no meat, is their absolute favorite food right now.<br />
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5:00 pm- Drop Kyndall off at Maggie's for basketball practice and head to Libby's football game. Sending one of our girls with a non-parent or grandparent is an <b><i>extremely</i></b> rare occurrence. But this is a playoff game and quite possible could be Libby's last game to cheer at this season, so everyone wants to be there. And I feel like Libby feels a little left out--Justin and I have neither one been super excited about her cheer season. Not because of her at all, but because of the season itself. All the games this time have run late starting, which added to the game itself means around 4 or 4 and a half hours at the football field on a Saturday. Which is no fun, let me tell you.<br />
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6:00 pm- Game time. I got to be coach tonight since both our REAL coaches were sick. Woohoo! (<---and that is complete sarcasm. Coaching a group of 5 and 6 year old cheerleaders while almost seven months pregnant is not wonderful, FYI.) BUT I love that Libby has this sweet girl to cheer with.<br />
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8:00 pm- Pick up Kyndall. A HUGE shout out to Emily--K had already been bathed and was all ready for bed. <br />
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One thing I've noticed this time around (after only two days) is that I am less concerned (stressed, worried) with getting lots of pictures and more mindful of paying attention to the stories of our day. That is one thing Ali really stressed in her <a href="http://aliedwards.com/2014/10/week-in-the-life-2014-getting-ready">Week in the Life planning post</a> and one thing I had really failed to do with last years <a href="http://beautifulcrazylife4.blogspot.com/2013/09/week-in-life-finalized-album.html">WITL album</a>. <br />
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6:25 am- Libby has been begging to wake up to an alarm, so I set her iPad alarm for 6:27 and go to wake up Kyndall.<br />
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6:30 am- Breakfast: waffles with powdered sugar and chocolate chips for Kyndall, Special K for Libby, oatmeal for me, and microwaved sausage biscuits for Justin.<br />
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5:00 pm- Dinnertime! Chicken Spaghetti (that was just a bit too cheesy). Battle with Libby over eating. The girl doesn't want to eat <i><b>anything</b></i>. We go to war over food every single day.<br />
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1. From soccer to basketball. Kyndall played her first game this weekend, during a preseason tournament. She had SO much fun and did SO good. She scored 2 points and had several steals. I mean, how tough does she look in that picture?</div>
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3. We had lunch with these sweet people in between ballgames. Yay for a tournament that's close to Rosie's Cantina :)</div>
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4. I completely forgot that I was supposed to start A Week in the Life yesterday. I've had it in my head that it was going to start today, even though I wanted it to begin on Sunday. Oh well. I guess that's what three kids will to do you! (Yes, I do know all three aren't here yet, but I'm close enough!) So we are starting today, and I'll share our day with you tomorrow!</div>
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Next week begins Ali Edwards’ yearly project “<a href="https://aliedwards.com/projects/week-in-the-life">A Week in the Life</a>.” I’ve joined in on this little
project for about 4 (maybe 5) years now and I love it. It’s so fun to go back and see what we were
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You can see my last year’s posts and pages <a href="http://beautifulcrazylife4.blogspot.com/search/label/Week%20in%20the%20Life">here</a>. Last year captured the week of September 9-15, so I'm a little off from being exactly a year apart. Oh well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Next week, I’ll be posting each day’s photos + words. (I’ll share the layouts later.) Sunday’s photos + words will show on Monday, etc.<o:p></o:p><br />
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One thing I really aim to do is put more words on my pages. I got all the journaling down on my daily blog posts, but not on the pages. When I looked back, I had to go to the blog page to undertand some of the photos. So more words is definitely a goal for this time around.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-64350323757857277962014-10-23T09:00:00.000-05:002014-10-23T09:00:01.631-05:00World's Best Chili<div class="MsoNormal">
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I’m no <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a> (I’m pretty sure she cooks more than once
every few weeks), but I do make a terrific chili. FYI the chili above is not my actual chili--it never hangs around long enough for me to get a picture. (<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/bettycrockerrecipes/5297607222/in/photolist-958C4y-8VLiJc-4xzhiq-mBRQD-obvUS1-4B2ihg-gtESdk-4JSSxX-oeRTL3-98CjPK-aBaL8K-h6KbPq-a3EmPr-cWi8v5-exsmci-iwhQbr-ddNaQg-e19H39-aaxub-dEMzUN-8FUEbq-nNkC1Z-jThGLv-aMQxJK-7SyuSS-auLxFS-5H8sdX-7hTRMx-2mgmBU-aiTpyu-97QYmZ-pcsMJ-9uunRS-92sTiw-4zH1UR-4Ri4K-cBnChC-7WnGPh-8f57dA-duMSfq-9jy5Ti-ajE8oM-6rBNp2-d1WvQb-c6jQ7L-dNAQwx-nkM816-9wzMTa-9bLWpX-92dhwu">source</a>)<br />
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It's really rather simple. Let's be honest, if<b> I</b> can make it, is <b>has</b> to be simple. And since it's one of our most favorite fall/winter foods, I thought I'd share the recipe with you guys.<br />
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<li>1 pound hamburger meat</li>
<li>1 pound bacon</li>
<li>28 oz. tomato paste (or crushed tomatoes....don't be too picky.)</li>
<li>1 can Rotel</li>
<li>taco seasoning (No, not chili seasoning. Taco seasoning. McCormick's is my favorite.)</li>
<li>1 onion, diced (sliced, chopped---choose your fancy.)</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-31337623606562576042014-10-22T09:00:00.000-05:002014-10-22T09:00:04.166-05:00Parents, Grandparents, and Pumpkins... Oh My!October, November, and December are some of my most favorite months of the year. It seems like that are stock-full of all kinds of fun things to do. <br />
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On Monday night, I made my World's Best Chili (stay tuned later in the week for that recipe) and both sets of grandparents (and Aunt Mal) came to eat and help us carve pumpkins.<br />
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Last week, Libby's class ventured out to 4-D Family Farms in Hanceville, Alabama. (It's kind of a tradition around these parts to go to a farm/pumpkin patch in the fall. Kyndall's class will be going in a few weeks.)</div>
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In case you didn't know, I'm growing a baby. <i>(That explains the awkward hand placement in the above photo, right?) </i>Add to that the fact that my sugar has been wonky, causing me to pass out a few times, and Justin felt the need to go with us to the pumpkin patch. Whatever his reasons, Libby was ecstatic that <b><i>both</i></b> of us were going with her. </div>
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A few weeks ago, the girls and I made some fantastic sidewalk chalk art. I traced Kyndall, Kyndall traced Libby, and Libby traced me. That's Libby on the left, Kyndall in the middle, and Big Mama on the right. There's nothing like having your child trace you in chalk to KILL whatever body image you've got going. Fun times =)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-24282331837777315082014-10-13T09:00:00.000-05:002014-10-16T18:33:35.207-05:00I Heart Fall.....And Especially Pumpkin PatchesWe have a tradition. (Ok, we have a <b><i>lot</i></b> of traditions, but this is our 'fall' one.) Every October, for the past six years, we take a trip to a semi-local pumpkin patch with our friends. We've visited Tate Farms, 4D farms, Gullion farms, and Lyon Family farms. We pick our pumpkins, take our requisite photos, play, and just enjoy the day together. <br />
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Here we are last year at Lyon Family farms.<br />
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The kids bounced on the pillow jump, rolled in the corn, and got lost in the hay maze. We had ice-cold lemonade, cotton candy, and absolutely perfect fall weather. I couldn't have imagined a better day!<br />
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If you don't have the tradition of visiting a pumpkin patch in the fall, I strongly recommend it. Also, we are always open for suggestions of new patches to visit, so if you know of a place, let me know!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-24797224860101753232014-10-10T09:30:00.000-05:002014-10-10T09:30:09.827-05:00New Baby Essentials (from a "veteran" mom)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was pregnant with Kyndall, I thought I needed all the
“stuff” to be a good mom. I registered
for, requested, and/or bought all the things:
the diaper pail, the four different diaper bags, several types of
bottles (even though I’m a breast-feeding mama). Libby came so soon after Kyndall that I still
had all that stuff…even the useless junk I thought I needed.<br />
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1. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BR0ON8M?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00BR0ON8M&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">Carrier carseat</a>. Some
moms don’t recommend these, but it made my life MUCH easier with the first two. Drop it in the base as a carseat, use it in
the cart at the grocery store, plop it in a chair at a restaurant.</div>
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2. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EEDKDOM?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00EEDKDOM&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">An infant carrier.</a> I
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4. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00J4J293O?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00J4J293O&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">A medium-sized diaper bag.</a> I breast-fed both the girls, so I didn't have need to carry lots of bottles. But even if I had needed to, I don't know what you would carry in those great big bags. I ordered this bag from Amazon and it is the <b>perfect</b> size for me. </div>
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5. A swing. My girls both LOVED <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0018Z6910?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B0018Z6910&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">this papasan-swing</a>. It gives the option of swinging side to side or head to toe. I still have it and I'm hoping Jase loves it as much as they did!<br />
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6. A breast pump. This one is new to me, but obviously an essential. I didn't need to pump with either of the girls because I wasn't working, but I will have to this time around. After lots of research, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004HWXCJS?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B004HWXCJS&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">this is</a> the apparently best on the market.<br />
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And in case you are curious about the obvious things you need, we are going with <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00I9L44BI?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00I9L44BI&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">Pampers diapers </a>this time around (because that is, apparently, the 'boy' diaper), this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004TA93AU?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B004TA93AU&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">crib/changer combo bed</a>, and hopefully, I'll be nursing again. I will have to go back to work at some point though, so I'm pretty sure I'll go with these <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00433OQO6?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00433OQO6&linkCode=xm2&tag=beacralif-20">bottles</a> when that happens. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15897140796993806965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970021876414342117.post-80402149632671614922014-10-09T11:16:00.004-05:002014-10-09T11:16:55.785-05:00Gearing Up for Baby #3What is it about welcoming a new baby that makes us want to have everything in perfect condition? Closets clean and organized, baseboards wiped down, paper essentials stocked up. (Oh, that's just me? Great!) I also decided this was the perfect time to spruce up the house--painting, repairing all those little things that needed to be fixed before we moved in two years ago, rearranging my pictures on the walls. All fun stuff, right?<br />
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I have really been much more relaxed this time around about getting things ready, but I do have a long list of things I want completed. That list is slowly getting marked off, partly because several of the tasks are not pregnant-woman friendly so they've been outsourced (bless my dad and Justin). <br />
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<li><strike>Paint girls room and bathroom.</strike></li>
<li><strike>Paint hallway.</strike></li>
<li><strike>Paint master bedroom and bathroom.</strike></li>
<li><strike>Paint living, dining, kitchen area.</strike></li>
<li>Paint fireplace tiles.</li>
<li>Replace baseboards as needed. (Max decided those were better than bones....)</li>
<li>Wash down/paint exterior doors.</li>
<li>Wash interior doors.</li>
<li>Paint master bathroom mirror frames.</li>
<li>Paint bookshelf.</li>
<li>Baby bedding on bed.</li>
<li>Recover cushions on rocking chair for the nursery.</li>
<li>Clean out girls' closet.</li>
<li>Clean out MY closet.</li>
<li>Re-organize the garage.</li>
<li>Design canvas to hang over the baby bed.</li>
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I love the quote "Friends are the family you choose." The Johnson's are our chosen family. Not only are we the best of friends, but our kids are, too! Harrison and Kyndall are the same age, same grade and Ellis and Libby are the same age, but different grades. </div>
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I've cherished every second of watching our big kids grow up together and I can't wait to watch Conlei and Jase grow together, too. What fun years we have ahead of us!</div>
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I happened upon <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lyndsi-frandsen/are-you-teaching-your-daughter-to-be-a-mean-girl_b_4136174.html">Are You Teaching Your Daughter To Be a Mean girl?</a> the other day completely by chance. It struck a nerve, though, probably because of the timing in which I read it.<br />
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I never dealt with mean girls growing up and Kyndall hasn't had to deal with that yet, either. I would say it was age--she's only in third grade, after all--but Libby has dealt with it, and she's only a first grader. I think some personalities are just more susceptible to mean girls.</div>
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We are lovers of music at my house, so I'm all about these two songs:<br />
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