tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28867834293557485232024-03-05T20:29:49.160-07:00Elwoods!Since September 5th, 2009Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-44208299002330023592015-04-07T23:33:00.001-06:002015-04-08T06:48:49.010-06:00Days (for Shannon)Obviously I stopped blogging awhile ago. I never did finish Lucy's story. I had a good friend today say that she never knew what happened, and didn't feel like she could ask. I would never been offended if someone asked about it, even if they were just an acquaintance, let alone one of a handful of people from high school I still keep in touch with. That means a lot, I am not good at keeping in touch with people, even with things like social media helping me out.<br />
So here's the rest of the story, just for you Shannon, and anyone else who might have felt like they couldn't ask. What I can still remember 2 years later, to the day.<br />
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During the night she pulled the oxygen mask off, the nurses aka godsends, didn't even notice till one of them went in there to check on her. She was breathing on room air all by herself, just like that. She's been amazing us ever since. We went down in the morning and they had to move the IV from her hands to her head. While I knew they did that to newborns, it is never something you want to see in your own child. It just feels wrong to have a needle sticking out of your day old child's head. And by wrong, I mean, makes you want to cry, and vomit all over the place. I would have done anything to take her place. She was just so helpless, or so it seemed. Obviously, her body was doing what it was supposed to since she was breathing so well all of a sudden.<br />
We were finally able to hold her for the first time, 16 long hours after birth. It was like a sigh of relief to be able to hold my baby in my arms. I dreamed of this moment since the second pink line showed on the pregnancy test. This is not how I imagined it going, all tangled up in cords, but it was amazing nonetheless.<br />
The nurses told me that I could try to feed her. I had to pump up till then, and they were storing it for later. I was eager to feed her, as any mom with a brand new baby, and a brand new, painful cup size will understand. She had trouble staying awake to eat. We tried SNS which is a syringe with a tiny tube that you try to pump into the babies mouth at the same time to entice them to keep trying till there's letdown. After that and having at least 2 different nurses groping me to show me different things to try, we decided to just bag it for the time being. She hadn't eaten anything yet, but she was still too sick, and didn't have an appetite or energy to eat yet. We had to leave her again so she could get some good sleep and get better, and so we could eat. We came back after breakfast, and met up with her doctor again, he said she was doing amazingly well. She was a little fighter. However, she was still sick, and had to get over her infection, and be able to eat before she could go home. They also decided to put the cannula breathing tube in, because her blood oxygen levels kept dropping when she would sleep, which is basically all newborns do. Since the doctor was poking and prodding her to check on her, we had to leave to let her sleep again, after stealing some more snuggles, to make up for lost time.<br />
We got a little sleep, I mean.... watched the required hospital "you just had a baby, and are very hormonal, so here watch this video that will scare the shizz out of you" videos. We went back to the NICU a little later, and tried feeding again. After another nurse got to second base with me, she declared I was too full and needed a shield to be successful. No crap, lady! Please eat baby! I'm dying here, I am going to explode milk everywhere, and no one wants that... unless it will make the pain go away, then yes, yes I do. We tried for an hour, using SNS, which is a lot easier with a shield. She still didn't want to eat. We left, and got some lunch, and let her sleep.<br />
We went back to try to feed her again, this time she was finally hungry, and ate about half an ounce. VICTORY!! We had our ups and downs with being able to get her to stay awake to eat the rest of the day, but she was eating a little, with the help of SNS, and that was great.<br />
The next day I was released from the hospital, and freed of my annoying IV I had been toting around from floor to floor to get to the NICU and back. I had to finish all my antibiotics before they would unhook, me and discharge me. The hospital will let you stay there for $15 a day if you need, so we did that. They made us switch rooms over to the side that was unoccupied so the nurses could keep all the patients next to each other, and didn't bother us. This was a horrible idea they had. 1st off, we were now at least 3 times farther from the elevator, not many other real patients needed to use that as often as we did, and it is not easy for a lady who just pushed out a watermelon to walk that far that often, especially when the massive swelling in my feet wouldn't go down because I didn't have a chance to put them up for more than an hour at a time.<br />
And 2ndly, in the hike to the NICU we now had to walk passed the nursery with all the healthy babies that the parents just didn't want in their rooms with them. I wanted more than anything for my baby to be in my room with me. While I do understand why a parent would choose to use the nursery, I hated those parents at that time. They had no idea what it was like.<br />
Throughout the week we were given false hope over and over again of when Lucy would be discharged. Having a baby in the NICU is the most exhausting thing I've ever experienced, and we were just ready to be home.<br />
4 days after delivery there was a big spring snow storm. This put a ton of other women into labor, 21, to be exact. I didn't know the weather could do that. Apparently it has something to do with the change in pressure in the air or something. At least that's what we were told.<br />
On the 5th day we were told we could no longer stay in the Mother and Baby floor because they needed the space. They said there was another room we could say in in the surgical unit. We were shown our room, and immediately turned it down. There was one hospital bed, and a chair. That was it. There was no way we could both stay there. They decided we could stay on the labor and delivery floor, since all the women had now birthed their babies there was room there.We stayed there, and it was and awful night. Aaron's sofa bed wouldn't stay together, and no one mentioned that the labor and delivery beds are made of some type of rubber for easy cleaning, not for comfort.You don't notice this when you're in labor, because it's not possible to be comfortable anyway.<br />
The next day we decided we would just go home, with or without Lucy. She had a car seat test that day to see if she could go home. She failed it, even with the cannula to help. We would have to try again tomorrow. They weren't going to discharge her yet anyway. One of the hardest things I've done is to leave the hospital empty handed. This was just SO wrong. My heart was inside still, beating outside of my chest. No mother should ever have to do this, and I felt horrible for all mother's who left without their child for worse reasons than us. How completely awful that moment is. As if it's not bad enough, we has this CNA helping us, who kept reminding me how hard it was. Thanks lady, I didn't know. Please tell me more about how you understand my pain and emptiness.<br />
Lucy took the car seat test again the next day, and failed it again, and again. They assured us that this wouldn't keep her from going home, we just wouldn't be able to go on any unnecessary car rides with her once were home. She also had to stay on oxygen when we were home, and keep a blood oxygen monitor on her foot so we know if she's improving or not.<br />
Finally, after they longest week of my life, yes, even longer than the never ending last week of pregnancy, they discharged her, and we got to go home, as a family. Whole at last.<br />
We got to introduce Lucy to our family over the next week. In the NICU she was only allowed 6 visitors the entire time, so after Aaron's parents, and my dad, we didn't want to pick and choose siblings she could meet since that would not be fair.<br />
Her blood oxygen monitor, while comforting, made for some long nights. It would go off all the time with this loud beeping that make you think the house is going to burn down. It was too sensitive, and didn't give her a chance to get her oxygen up on her own before freaking out. It was nice to not have to worry about SIDS, or anything that first week though. Having something monitor her was sort of nice.... at times.<br />
She had to stay on oxygen until her 2 week appointment, then she was set free, and we had ourselves a cordless baby, fit for the 21st century ;)<br />
She's now the smartest, sweetest, cutest 2 year-old you'll ever meet. Though, I may be just a little biased.<br />
<br />Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-84010070630362579962013-05-30T10:09:00.000-06:002013-05-30T10:09:16.683-06:00MinutesAs I'm told, her hand came flying out first, followed by her head. The doctor said she came out reaching for the credit card. She had the cord wrapped around her neck. The doctor swiftly untangled her, and then her body came out. They put her up on my lap while the NICU nurse checked her out. There she was, my perfect little slime ball. Even though she was average weight for a newborn, I couldn't believe something that big was living inside of me. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were wide open. Even though the room was packed with people, and there was a lot going on, she was only looking at me. She had big beautiful dark eyes that just pierced me as she stared. I was in love. All I could say was "Oh my goodness" over and over. I kept thinking "That was so worth it". For the short minute that she laid on me, it seemed like there wasn't another person in the world except the 2 of us. She was all that mattered in that minute. That is, until they said she had aspirated meconium (her poop), wasn't breathing well, and not pinking up. They swiftly took her away to the warming bed to work on her. But I wasn't done with her yet! Aaron was still standing next to me, he glanced at me, not knowing what to do. He wanted to be there with me, but needed to be with her. I told him to go watch our little girl, and take some pictures for me. <div>
I couldn't see a thing, and laid there helpless while they worked on us both. They finished up with me, and the doctor left. He gets paid a lot for only being there for 10 minutes of the big show. After they finished checking Lucy, and got her all hooked up with oxygen they brought her bed over for me to say bye to. All I could do was put my finger in her hand and let her hold it. She had a strong grip, and I knew she would be okay. Still, it's not easy to watch your baby get wheeled out of the room only minutes after delivery. The room that only moments before was jammed pack with people, was now very empty. It suddenly seemed like such a big room. There was only one nurse left. I knew I had to keep myself occupied or I would worry too much. I called my dad, who got a little too excited and had tried to call the hospital right as I was delivering wanting to talk to me. I tried to tell him what was going on, but his hearing aid wasn't working so he couldn't hear me. I ended up just texting him. I texted the rest of the family. The nurse brought me some crackers and juice. I quickly ate it. I was starving! I tried to find things to occupy myself as I lay there helpless, waiting for news.</div>
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Eventually Aaron came back and showed me pictures, and said they think she has pneumonia and took her for an x-ray. She was starting to pink up, and looked a little better. He got me some more crackers, then I sent him back to the NICU to be with her. I made some more phone calls, and sent some more texts. After a bit, the nurse helped me into a wheel chair, and took me to the NICU. She was sleeping, she had so many tubes, all I could do was put a hand on her. She had one tube pumping air in, one pumping it back out, so she wouldn't get gas, she had an IV in her hand, 3 cords checking vitals, and another cord checking blood oxygen. I just wanted to put her back in my belly where I could protect her, keep her safe, and give her what she needs. I wanted to make it better for her. The nurse said the x-ray of her lungs looked bad, but the doctor wouldn't be in till later to talk to us. We had to go back up to labor and delivery to get all our stuff moved into the mother baby unit and get settled in. </div>
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I couldn't go back to the NICU till I was assisted to the bathroom 2 times. After that, I was able to walk on my own. Until then I had to lay in bed helpless again as Aaron went back and forth telling me how she was doing. My dad and Aaron's parents got to the hospital about the same time that night around 5 or 6. I was able to walk on my own by this point. We got to the NICU when the doctor was there. He told us she probably had pneumonia, but it's hard to tell with a newborn what is wrong. She had a pretty bad infection though, and that was for sure. We had 3 options to choose from for what we should do at this point. We could have her intubated, that way she could just focus on fighting the infection for now, and not worry about trying to breathe on her own yet. We could give her some medicine that would make her lungs not stick together when she tries to breathe, this may or may not help her. Or we could do nothing and just wait to see how things go. I didn't feel adequate to make a decision like this. I wanted the doctor to just tell us what we should do, that's what he went to school for, right? We asked him what he would do if it was his baby, and he recommended just waiting to see how things go. We had a good feeling that that was the right choice for us. </div>
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After the doctor stepped out, Aaron and our dads gave Lucy a sweet blessing of healing. I didn't think her first blessing would be at the hospital. We left to make sure she got some good rest, and try to do the same ourselves. As we walked out, the doctor was in the hall, he said that giving her a blessing was the best thing we could have done for her, better than any medicine he could have prescribed. I like her doctor. We went back to the Mother baby unit to try and get some sleep. One day and I only got to see my baby for a handful of minutes. I clung to the memory of those minutes until I could see her again. I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring. </div>
Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-38322168647776015232013-05-22T13:23:00.003-06:002013-05-22T13:23:50.274-06:00Push her out! Shove her out! Way out!We checked into the hospital, and settled into our room. The nurse came and asked the 100 questions they have to ask. Aaron had to answer what he could as I breathed through contractions. Then she checked me, and told me the bad news. "You're at a 2 1/2, maybe a 3. I'm going to call you a 3" Ummm excuse me? No change? I've been laboring all freaking day and no change? EFF! Thinking back on it now, I figure I was probably having so many contractions with so little progress because of having my membranes stripped. That makes you have contractions, even if they aren't progressive ones. I think I would have gone into active labor that night without it, but it would have taken longer for the contractions to get so close, and I would have actually had progress at that point.<br />
I was trying to have a natural labor. My thinking is that every labor is different, and everyone's pain level is different, how can you know it's something you can't handle if you don't try? I was open minded to the fact that I might end up needing an epidural if things were progressing slowly, but I was going to try and see how it goes. I wanted to see how much I could take. Also, if you know me, I'm a cheapskate. Epidurals cost almost 2 grand! I was definitely going to try and save that money if I could.<br />
The nurse mentioned sending me home, but said she had to go talk to the doctor on call first, which happened to be my doctor. I did not like the thought of going home at this point. If contractions 3 minutes apart are not close enough to go to the hospital, then how was I supposed to know when to go? I labored for an hour or two on the exercise ball they provide. I wish I had brought my own, their's sucked. The doctor came in to talk to me and said I was having too many contractions to send me home at this point. Yes! He also told me that he had a medical conference to attend the next morning, so he probably wouldn't be the one to actually deliver the baby, and the doctor that would was the one doctor I didn't want to. Shucks. I knew he'd do fine, he just kind of gives me the creeps. He reminds me of the doctors on shows like Grey's Anatomy that look like they worry more about their appearance than their patients. Not the kind of person I want staring at my dirty bits. ;)<br />
The nurse came back and checked me, I was at a 4. At least that was some progress. They unhooked me from the monitors, and I was able to wander the halls to try and get things going. While this sounds like a good idea, it's not so easy to go through a contraction while standing in the middle of a hallway, especially with random people standing around watching you. Also not helpful was the lady who was in labor and pushing and screaming as I walked by. Not exactly calming. I switched between walking the halls and bouncing on the ball in my room. It was hard to find something comfortable though since I was having back labor. I was cold and I just wanted to lay down and cuddle up in a blanket, but that didn't help either. The nurse checked me again at about 5 and I was at a 5. Man, things were going slow. She also mentioned that I had a slight fever of 37.4 degrees Celsius (they were only telling me in Celsius, but that's about 99.2 Fahrenheit) when I got to the hospital, it was now up to 37.6. If you get above 38 (100.4 F) degrees it means you have some sort of infection and they have to put you on antibiotics. Now it made sense why I had been cold and shivering all night. They were going to have to keep an eye on my temperature and make sure it didn't keep climbing.<br />
I was having a hard time dealing with my contractions as they got stronger, and I got more tired. I knew I needed to get some rest or I wouldn't have energy to push. The contractions were so close together, and didn't stop hurting in between there was no way I could sleep. I knew it was going to hurt when I went into this, but I expected to have a minute of not hurting to catch my breath and prepare for the next contraction. That was not the case for me. Aaron kept telling me it was okay to get the epidural, which didn't help me to stay strong and do it without. I had a stretch of about 15 minutes of just saying "Ow" over and over and not being able to concentrate on my breathing, and just being so tired I didn't care anymore. I gave in and asked for the epidural. I was scared to get it mostly because the idea of having a huge needle stuck into my spine did not sound fun. I don't remember it hurting much at all though, it just felt weird. He bumped a nerve which sent a "zing" down my right leg making it kick. Felt like I got shocked. I could feel the medicine go through the tube that was taped to me, and into my back. It was all pretty strange. The relief was almost instant though. I never completely lost feeling in my legs, they just felt a little heavy.<br />
I now had one nurse and 2 students check on me every time. I had to be a guinea pig for the students to practice on. How fun! Welcome to the show. They checked me at about 6 and I was at a 6. I tried to sleep, but those beds are very uncomfortable, and the nurses kept coming in every 15 minutes to take my temperature. Every time they came in they told me to get some rest. Thanks for the tip, now if you leave me alone maybe I could! I got maybe 30-45 minutes of sleep in all. They checked me again at 7, and I was still a 6. At 8 I was at a 7, and they broke my water to try and get things going faster. Apparently that didn't work, cause an hour later I was still at a 7. They asked if they could do a Pitocin drip, I said I wanted to wait another hour to see if things started to progress on it's own. That was a good choice, because by 10 I was 8 1/2. Wahoo! Almost there! When they took my temperature this time I was 37.8, so they took it again in the other ear since it was close to being too high. That ear was 38 degrees. dun dun dun. Time for antibiotics. They also had to put me on oxygen, but neither of us can remember why. Being on that oxygen was awful. It wasn't just a slow trickle of air, it was being blasted in my face. I've always had a hard time breathing when going for a ride with Aaron on his motorcycle, makes me feel a little sick. That's how it felt, it made it harder to breathe right, not easier.<br />
They had a NICU nurse come talk to us. Since I had an infection, that meant Lucy might have one too. She would have to go to the NICU to get checked right after birth. It turned out to be a good thing that they were going to be there ready when she was born.<br />
At 11:30 I could tell I was at a 10 because I started to feel a lot of pressure with every contraction. They came in to check me at noon, and sure enough, 10! They had me do some practice pushes with each contraction, then had me labor down for 30 minutes. That was a VERY long 30 minutes. The pressure was so intense with every contraction. I desperately wanted to push and get her out already. I was able to really start pushing at a little after 1. With every contraction they have you take a deep breath in and hold it, push for a count of 10, exhale, and repeat that 3 times. I got very lightheaded and felt like I was going to pass out every time. I had to keep stopping and breath like normal for a minute. I was so dizzy. Probably from not eating or having much to drink since midnight. Nazi labor nurses! ;) We changed it to pushing just till the count 6 each time. I had a mirror, and I could see her head when I pushed. So much hair! That made me very happy. I pushed till 2:30, then they paged the doctor. He didn't come, and no one could find him. I was worried one of the nurses would have to catch her. He finally got there around 2:40, and I pushed for 2 more cycles of 3, plus one extra little push, and finally she was here!Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-84634518788686640872013-05-16T09:57:00.001-06:002013-05-16T09:57:36.750-06:00Leading up to laborAs promised, here is the story: <br />
I haven't had a chance to put it in my journal yet, this little girl keeps me plenty occupied, so this is going to be long and detailed so I can remember it. Sorry if it drags on. I'm going to do this in a few different posts since it's so long. It was a pretty eventful experience. This is the post about the events leading up to labor.<br />
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Geez, I've been working on this post for a month now. But it's finally finished!<br />
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In February I started having braxton hicks contractions 2-3 minutes apart. I had been having braxton hicks since December, but never more than 4 an hour. We called the hospital, and were told to go to labor and delivery. After a couple of tests, the worst shot I've ever had to stop the contractions, having a nurse who is "cursed with short fingers" (OUCH!) check me (I was 50% thinned), and monitoring little miss for 3 hours, we were sent home with basically no information, and told to come back when we felt like we needed to.... Oh okay..... I had a doctors appointment in a few days, so I just took it easy till then. At the doctors appointment I was 60% thinned. He said he didn't feel like she was going to be premature, but that she would probably come before my due date, but to take it easy just to be safe. I also started weekly appointments at that point so they could keep on eye on us.<br />
I continued to thin more at each appointment, until I got to 80%, then it just stopped. No more progression, despite the fact that the contractions hadn't stopped. I was fine with that, until I hit 37 weeks and it was still the same. I started to worry that I wouldn't progress anymore at all. My mom had to have all c-sections because she was unable to progress passed a thinning cervix. I knew I had a higher chance for c-sections because of this. Before I got pregnant I had convinced myself a c-section wouldn't be that bad, and I would be fine with it if it came down to that. In December my thoughtful brother, who is a doctor, felt the need to tell me how a c-section is a major surgery, and is a bad thing to have happen. Most surgeries now can be done with only small incisions, but you obviously can't pull out a baby piece by piece like you can other things. Thank you kind brother of mine, you know exactly how to calm a pregnant lady's nerves.<br />
At my 38 week appointment I finally dilated to a 1. Wasn't much, but I was happy with it. After this appointment my braxton hicks got quite a bit stronger, to the point of even hurting a lot of the time. I thought for sure this meant progress, and that I would go into labor very soon. Another week passed, and another doctors appointment. No change. Now I was getting pissed. I just kept thinking, "Why are the contractions hurting if they aren't doing anything?" Aaron had 3 use or lose days he had to take by the end of March, we were very hopeful that Lucy would come early and he could use this time off, along with the rest of his vacation time he had saved to spend time at home with us. Lucy was stubborn and had other plans. I was so frustrated that it didn't work out that way, especially since the doctor told me she would probably come before her due date.<br />
On Easter I was helping my nephews find their Easter eggs, which involved going up and down a big hill and steep stairs in my dad's backyard. Somewhere in the process, baby girl finally dropped. PROGRESS! My due date was 2 days later, it came and went with no change. The next day was my doctors appointment. That morning around 8 I finally started to have labor pains. One of the only times in life it makes you happy to be experiencing pain. I went to work, and told them it would probably be my last day for awhile, finally. The contractions continued throughout the day, but weren't close enough to feel like I should be timing them yet. My appointment was at 3, and my doctor said I was at a 2 1/2. He offered to discuss getting induced, but I wasn't interested in more than having him strip my membranes. He said he wasn't sure if it would work or not, I guess it only has about 40% chance of working, and even though I felt like I was having labor pains, he wasn't positive if he would be seeing me in the next few days or not. We made an appointment for 5 days later, he said at that point we would have to start thinking about induction.<br />
We went home and bounced on my exercise ball for a couple of hours to try and get things going. I started timing my contractions at this point, and they were 8 minutes apart, and getting stronger. Aaron rented some movies for me to watch while I labored. We did some pressure points, I did some squats, and kept bouncing on the ball. Willis was very concerned about me, and was watching me like a hawk. He tried to cuddle with me whenever he could. It was funny. He's a sweet puppy. At around 11 my contractions were about 4 minutes apart. We started to get ready to go, ate, cleaned up a little, and made sure we had everything we needed ready to go. We got to the hospital just after midnight, and my contractions were 3 minutes apart and strong.Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-3726333549974847622013-04-11T20:19:00.001-06:002013-04-11T20:19:15.268-06:00Presenting...<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkCJoJRCG3cWSDvW6ljm10Fg-GgEhYZPsTbFXxsU87Ahyphenhyphen_snJzfWy59OJ67_UxUy91rPSMzbtovx26pcB3oDWv4y6XYHaLLRSI-5Pg2hok6PAF4lO5QdKJvQuEAIxMtWng-6wipJrsH_o/s0/2013-04-05_12-38-57_507.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkCJoJRCG3cWSDvW6ljm10Fg-GgEhYZPsTbFXxsU87Ahyphenhyphen_snJzfWy59OJ67_UxUy91rPSMzbtovx26pcB3oDWv4y6XYHaLLRSI-5Pg2hok6PAF4lO5QdKJvQuEAIxMtWng-6wipJrsH_o/s400/2013-04-05_12-38-57_507.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP75BVO0_LzJBgp5sJ-1dwVs_d1kllCtvTz4GOtvQ5tfu_lRyyINYSHSma9HFJ94Wcd_-THW0AZhv_314PzTLsK2Qa17WUxnSYl80PhyphenhypheneWb-S77NyUh8O9qMcCIhIcXKCi3CQJ26em1giI/s0/2013-04-08_10-34-52_717.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP75BVO0_LzJBgp5sJ-1dwVs_d1kllCtvTz4GOtvQ5tfu_lRyyINYSHSma9HFJ94Wcd_-THW0AZhv_314PzTLsK2Qa17WUxnSYl80PhyphenhypheneWb-S77NyUh8O9qMcCIhIcXKCi3CQJ26em1giI/s400/2013-04-08_10-34-52_717.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWz8enAv_m7GzI0QoH39GDF5FiY9xLzvmLO_MJbtHls_WvS3xJxdDg9xYP9HtTTwgDECfqrBgo8tD6PujPNcExXb9YbogZ702hKP0nlq9a2CdJJRxDhRl_JeaNceemmSRgWbYrjrj9dnlw/s0/2013-04-11_16-35-17_92.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWz8enAv_m7GzI0QoH39GDF5FiY9xLzvmLO_MJbtHls_WvS3xJxdDg9xYP9HtTTwgDECfqrBgo8tD6PujPNcExXb9YbogZ702hKP0nlq9a2CdJJRxDhRl_JeaNceemmSRgWbYrjrj9dnlw/s400/2013-04-11_16-35-17_92.jpg' /></a></p><p>Lucy Claire! She's finally here. Born April 4th, 2:43pm, 7 lbs 8 oz, 20 inches, the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. We are in love with her. Can't get enough. She had a bumpy start, and spent her first week in the nicu. I'll have to post the labor story <u>later</u>. </p>
<p>Loves! </p>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Sleep</u>: Better than I expected, but defiantly not great.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Best moment this week</u>: Knowing that we made it to full term! She gave us a scare, trying to come too early for a little bit there.</span></span></span><br />
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Not really. I occasionally feel like eating fruity chewy candy, but other than that, no.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Symptoms</u>: I have the symptoms of a pregnant lady.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Happy or Moody</u>: I have felt like myself for the most part. I am a little more sensitive and irritable than usual (husband will attest to that), but mostly just me. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Wedding ring on or off</u>: Been off for awhile. It was tight to begin with, so I took it off before it would get stuck.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Showing</u>: Let's just say people have moved on from asking if I'm pregnant to just assuming. I like to make it awkward and say something like "What makes you think I'm pregnant?" Good times. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">I feel I have been very lucky and had a relatively easy pregnancy. Hopefully that doesn't mean a difficult labor, or difficult baby ;) I don't feel like I'm one of those ladies just dying to get her out of me. She's safer in there, so what's the rush? I'll enjoy being able to take her places with out much planning while I can. However, I would love for her to be born in March, and not April. Please don't go past due, little girl!</span></span></span><br />
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My wish for my baby girl... (There are a couple swears in this, you have been warned! Avert your eyes if necessary. Just so you know, I will never post anything with R rated swearing in it, or even excessive swearing at all. I don't appreciate it, and find it usually sounds unintelligent. There are so many better words in the English dictionary you could use to make your point. End of rant. Enjoy!)</div>
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Okay, obviously I am not serious here. Mostly. Just saw this and thought it was pretty fricken funny. Tina Fey makes me giggle. Maybe one day I'll do a serious post of my honest wishes for my kids, but that is not today. Hope this made you smile as much as I smiled, maybe even LOLed. </div>
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Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-90047360514473026462013-01-11T13:25:00.000-07:002013-01-11T14:09:06.301-07:00She's still a she!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We think she still looks a lot like me. It was pretty weird to see her so detailed, especially with her eyes open. I don't know why it always freaks me out when we see her and she actually looks like a baby, like I'm expecting to see something else pop up on the screen. Nope, still a baby. It was good to get to confirm that she's still a she. Not that I've had many doubts about that, other than every time I have a dream about having a baby it's a boy. This is the 3rd time we've been able to get to look and see that it's a girl, so it would be a very big surprise if it turned out to be a boy. We've always kind of had a hunch that this is our baby Lucy though. We've known we were going to name our first girl that since we were dating. Ever since my brother got engaged in 2008 there has been sort of a race going on to see who would get the first girl. We all wanted to name her after our amazing grandma. I won :) Though there really wasn't much competition. Out of the 3 couples that wanted the name, we are the fist to get pregnant. We even waited 3 years, and still won. So everyone had a fair shot at it, we weren't too worried though.<br />
We've had a lot of fun watching her move lately. I've been able to feel her move since September, and Aaron got to feel her for the first time on Halloween, so feeling her move is nothing new. Neither is seeing it at this point really, we've been able to see her since November. Now it's the big movements, which are fun, but kind of creepy. We'll see a big bulge poke out of my stomach and slide around for a minute, and disappear Weird how things like that are considered normal during pregnancy.<br />
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Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-28101576442907936892012-12-13T13:50:00.000-07:002012-12-28T15:17:42.172-07:00Q and A<span style="background-color: #fffbf4;"><span style="color: #575757; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">I have a hard time knowing what to say when people ask how the pregnancy is going. I usually just say something like "Great....", and then this awkward silence occurs as if they are expecting me to </span></span><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">elaborate</span></span><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">. I'm not sure what more they want from me. I'm good, baby is good, what more is there? Pregnancy, as exciting as it is, is relatively </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">uneventful</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> for me, and thank goodness for that! </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fffbf4;"><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Then the more in depth questions start, "Are you sick?" "Are you tired?" "Do you sleep good?" Sheesh, do I look that bad? I know that's not what they are getting at. I guess pregnant ladies typically take this as an </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">opportunity</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> to complain a little, and with good reason. I'm not one to complain to others normally (Aaron being the exception. He gets an ear full of my pregnancy complaints on a regular </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">basis</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">. Poor kid). I feel uncomfortable complaining about pregnancy when there are so many women that would kill to be in my position. I feel <u>so</u> blessed that I am able to carry my daughter, and feel her kick all day. </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: #fffbf4; color: #575757; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">I don't take this miracle for granted. I'm not saying that others do, that's just my reasoning for not having much to say about the whole situation. Also, I don't really like talking about myself a lot, or having a lot of attention focused on me. Most of the questions asked are focused more on mom rather than baby. So, to help answer some questions, I found this list of questions for pregnant ladies, here you go: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Movement</u>: Like crazy. You can see it on the outside now. I love to just watch my belly move.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Food Cravings</u>: I don't like the term cravings when related to pregnancy. I feel like that means I must have this food now! I don't feel like that with anything. I can say that I can't resist sweets if they are around, and I love green veggies. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Symptoms</u>: Now, this question is just begging for complaints. I have symptoms of pregnancy, and that's enough. In all honesty, I feel I've been pretty lucky with what I've had to deal with thus far.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Happy or Moody</u>: I mostly just feel like myself. If I am really lacking on sleep I get very weepy, and if anyone cries around me, or on TV for any reason, I too must cry. I've asked Aaron about this several times, and he agrees that most of the time I seem normal. Good answer husby.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Wedding ring on or off</u>: Off, mostly I was just paranoid it would get stuck and have to be cut off since it was tight before I got pregnant. I had to get a ring cut off once when I jammed my finger and it got way swollen. Luckily that was just a cheap-o ring.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #575757;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><u>Showing</u>: I feel like I've been showing since about 10 weeks, I'm sure it was in my head more than anything, but my scoliosis makes my gut poke out, so she didn't have anywhere else to go but out. Also, she hangs out in the front, so that made me show sooner too. Those are my excuses at least. I've been told that right now I just have a basketball belly. I'm scared to see how big it will get if it's this big already.</span></span></span><br />
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As most of you already know, I am pregnant! Woot. Yes, for real this time. We are very <strike>terrified</strike> excited for this little baby to join our family. Motherhood has always been something I knew I was meant to do. However, it has also been something that has always scared the ever-lovin-poop out of me. I still can't think about it too much or I pee my pants a little. How could I be responsible for a helpless human? But alas, here we are. Don't get me wrong folks, I am very happy to have the amazing blessing of carrying this child, and feeling her kick all the day long (man, is she strong). I'm so excited to get to see her, and snuggle the crap out of her. Don't worry, we've stocked up on diapers in anticipation of all the crap that will ensue.</div>
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We got to see her cute little face yesterday, and got some really good pictures. We already think she looks like me. Poor kid. Kidding. I was a freaking adorable baby/toddler, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Don't hate. I even won a baby beauty contest, so it's not just in my head. It's not vain if it was over two decades ago right? Maybe it is if you're still bragging about, but I'm okay with that.</div>
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Doesn't she just look so pleased with herself?<br />
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Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-22883145430558292532012-10-09T12:43:00.000-06:002012-10-09T12:43:20.181-06:00Temporary addition <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had this guy living with us for a few days. This is the pick of the litter we got from Willis' girlfriend. He was the smallest one out of all his siblings. He's so sweet and cuddly, lots of fun. We sold him yesterday. We loved him, but weren't too sad to see him go. Our dogs were not such fans of him, and wouldn't sleep in the doggy bed with him, so that made for some fun nights. As adorable as he is, I'm glad to get him sold to a good home.<br />
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Back in the springtime, Aaron met a lady while at work that was interested in breading her min pin. Aaron told her that we have a male min pin that could provide the second half to the equation. Well, a few months later Willis' girl friend Brea came to stay with us so they could have as much time together as possible. The more time, the more puppies. Willis is head over heels for this girl. He was so sad when she had to go home that he sat at the door crying. He still knows her name if say it. Since he was upset, we decided he needed a little buddy to keep him company while we're at work. Enter Bruce:</div>
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We adopted Bruce from the humane society in July. We were looking at the poodles they had, since we don't want another shedder. Bruce was the first one we looked at. While I was looking at another one, Bruce came right up to me and sat in my lap. How could I say no at that point? They said that he came in the day before with his brother, but his brother had already been adopted. He needed a buddy too. That was it, he had to be mine. Bruce's name was originally Sammy, but being a poodle, he already looks like a girl dog, I couldn't stand him having a girly name too. He needed a manly name. A name that once heard there would be no question as to his sex. He's had no problem with the name change, and picked it up very fast. </div>
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Bruce was born in December 2010, and is 6 months younger than Willis. They are complete opposites. Bruce is so relaxed all the time. He always wants to be by you and preferably to be pet 24/7. He gets very jealous if Willis is getting the attention, and not him. He will shove in between us and Willis and but his head in our hand. He's adorable, and we love him.</div>
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Years that is. ;P Not announcing anything other than the fact that I have been married to the most incredible man for three years... plus 2 weeks. I've been a <strike>bit of a</strike> slacker. The reason is (there's always an excuse right?) because we finally bought a new camera. This is way past due as we have had phone camera's that had more pixels then our camera for the last 2+ years. I upload pictures on here straight from an app on my phone, but now that all my pictures are on a camera it's a little more of a task. I may or may not update my blog strictly while at work when it's slow (it's always slow), and obviously I don't want to put my personal pictures on my work computer. That would just be inappropriate... much like updating my blog at work... don't judge. </div>
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Back on topic, For our anniversary we went to Vegas in August. We needed to go before school started for Aaron, so we celebrated a little early. Side note, did you know that it's hot in Vegas in August? Like 104, and way humid. Kinda what we expected though. I had never been before that I can remember, so I've been asking Aaron to take me since I turned 21. Three years later, and we finally did it. On our way down we saw Wicked in SLC. I loved it. I had never been before, and when I heard they were bring it to Utah it was the only thing I told Aaron I wanted for Christmas last year. We got to Vegas and stayed at the Golden Nugget. I've wanted to stay there since I saw it on the Travel channel three years ago. They gave us a free upgraded to a suite, which was awesome! Biggest room I've ever stayed in. It had two bathrooms, a living room/kitchen, a bed room, dinning area, 3 TV's, lots of closets, and a vanity. It was a suite perk. Get it? Ha. The reason I wanted to stay at this hotel was for the pool. It has a shark tank right in the middle of it. You can just swim up and be inches from a shark. They were also swimming overhead. If that's not cool enough, there's a clear water slide that goes right through the tank. Swimming with the sharks. Aw yeah.</div>
When we weren't enjoying our cool hotel, we did the normal touristy stuff. M&M world, Coke world, Hard Rock Cafe, Bellagio fountains (so cool!), and eating tons of tastey treats. I'm pretty sure I gained several pounds while there from all the good eats. The highlight of the trip was going to see The Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian. The stage they did it on was built specifically for this play, so the effects were really great. The chandelier falling looked so real it was frightening. I've seen this play at least twice before this, but it was nothing like this. Needless to say, this is my all time favorite musical (which is saying a lot cause I have a very large list of musicals I absolutely love) and it's been on my list to see it in Vegas for quite awhile, I heard they were ending it soon, so we had to make it happen. So glad we did. After the play, we got lost in the hotel, which is not surprising considering it's size. We ended up stumbling upon this room that looks like you are outside. Seriously, I had to do like a triple take thinking we were outside. I felt like we were at Hogwarts. It was extremely gorgeous. In the middle of this room there is a water canal which gondolas float through. So cool! I wanted to go for a ride, but it was super expensive. Oh well, it was really fun to watch.<br />
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Well, that was our vacation. On our actual anniversary we went out to eat, and were going to go to a movie, but took too long eating and missed it. Instead we got a Redbox, went home, blew up our air mattress in the basement, and watched a movie on our projector. Much more comfortable than a theater. That weekend we met up with my old roommate at Peach Days, made it home in time to watch the Aggies whomp on the Ute's, stayed at the Anniversary in a night, went ghetto golfing, and finally caught that movie. Basically, a good time was had. Happy three years to you and me my love! It just keeps getting better. Can you tell he makes me a very happy lady? In case you can't, here's proof > :D </div>
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Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-91986869201104320542012-06-22T11:28:00.000-06:002012-06-22T11:31:41.317-06:00Bed post<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I know, I know, I haven't posted in a minute and you miss me terribly. I get that. I don't know where the time has gone. Don't worry though, I have a post for you today. We bought a new bed the other day. I needed a new one pretty badly. I couldn't sleep on the one we had, we tried 3 others that we got for free from friends and such. Those were somehow even worse. All the beds we tried were queens, and Aaron, being the excessively tall man that he is, had to sleep at an angle or his feet would hang off. I am not someone that likes to be touched while I'm sleeping, so this left me with very little space to sleep (or not sleep) in. We had a very thick memory foam pad that we put on top of the bed we were using to help my back. It would get so hot at night with that thing. I can't sleep if I'm hot. Can you tell that I'm a light sleeper? We have been shopping around for beds for awhile now. I have to have a good bed for my back, and some kind of return policy so I can be sure it's doesn't hurt. We found one that we loved, one problem though, the price tag was $3,200 and they could never sell it for less cause of some contract thingy, so it was never on sale. After laying on this bed, no other beds could match it's awesomeness. Lesson learned here: never let the salesman have you lay on the <strike>most expensive</strike> nicest mattress. We decided the bed just wasn't going to happen, and started looking elsewhere. We found out that another company makes a bed that rivals the one we love, except it is much less expensive, and it goes on sale too. Aw yeah buddy! It was on sale for Father's Day, so we bought it in a king size. Let me tell you, I have seriously never slept better. I am very pleased with our purchase. I feel like the Pillsbury dough boy is spooning me at night. It's so comfy. I'm convinced it is made with unicorn tears, cause it's pretty magical. Who knew you could love a bed so much? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Yeah, that was weird to wake up and see that. Don't worry, those are my hand prints. Apparently I was so deep in a dream that I thought I had to hold on for dear life.... I don't know. But I thought it was kind of cool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I LOVE paid holidays! Don't you? Whoever thought those things up is probably my favorite person ever. I would love to give them a big hug. There hasn't been a paid holiday since New Years. Really? Five months with no break? Not nice. But we made it! Memorial day is always very welcomed at our house. That's typically the first weekend we get to go up to Bear Lake. Now, in case you were wondering, Bear Lake is my favorite place to go on weekends. I love everything about it. I start to get with drawls from it in the winter. Must. Go. To. The. Big. BLUE(ish green)! Bear Lake has always been my second home. I've never missed a summer, and I never intend to. We usually make it up there 2-3 times a month from June to August, and once in May and September. If the water freezes over during the Sisco run (a rare occurrence), there maybe a winter ice fishing trip. Does that seem like a lot? It's not. At least not to me. When I was little we would go up there almost every single weekend in the summer. If my parents had callings at church, it was well known that they would be put on hold during the summer months. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Obviously we made it up there this last weekend. And, boy oh boy, was it cold. We did our best to do the things we would do if it was warm. We did some shooting, played a never ending game of horse shoes (never ending because we couldn't get more than 2 points and were playing to 5. Ended up calling it at 4.), and went fishing. Aaron has been looking forward to fishing up there since last summer when he snagged a huge fish, but it got away. We were determined, we had to go fishing. We have previously just been using Aaron's parents fishing poles since they are rarely used otherwise. We decided it was finally time to get our own. We have been planning on doing this for years, but it hasn't happened yet. I'm very happy with my new, and first pole. It's a pink Ugly Stick, with a clear end. No it's not ugly, it's actually pretty, the brand is called Ugly Stick.We got on our way and I went to grab our fishing licenses, but they weren't in our glove box where we keep them. We looked everywhere, but to no avail. We couldn't let that stop us though, we drove to Garden City to get new ones. By the time we were done it was windy raining, and cold. We headed back to the cabin. After dinner it seemed to clear up a bit and the sun even came out. We set out to try again. Our normal spot where Aaron lost the fish before was freezing and windy, so we didn't last long. We decided to give it one last try at a new reservoir the guy at the fish shop told us about, it was all the way back in Garden City. We went there, and it was basically just a hole they dug and threw some fish in. It was pretty small and still had dirt piles all over. I ran out to the water, threw my line in, and put on my gloves. By the time I started reeling back in, I had a bite. Yay! It was jut a tiny, little guy, but I was happy. We were going to just put him back, but he swallowed the bait so we had to keep him. There is a 2 catch per person limit there, so that was a little disappointing. Next Aaron caught a pretty little trout, but we put him back. I had another catch a little while later and pulled out this guy:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">He was probably about 2 pounds. Didn't even put up much of a fight. That was a keeper for sure. We decided we were cold enough to call it a day. Went back to the cabin, had a short lived campfire (thanks a lot mother nature), then settled in for the night. We didn't get much sleep cause of the rain, and freezing temps. Next day we had breakfast, and headed back home so we could make it to teach our primary kids. This is what we ran into in the canyon:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">There was probably about 3" of snow in some parts. Happy start of summer? Boo. We made it home safely though. Later we cooked the fish. They were so tasty, and I don't like fish. Tastes better when you catch your meal I guess. We spent the rest of the day catching up on much needed sleep. Even Willis was pooped. He didn't like the thin walls and the cabin, and kept barking at my dad's snores and farts through the night. The next day we went out and bought me one of these:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I haven't owned a bike in about a decade or more, nor ridden one in that time either. Aaron has been wanting to buy me a bike for a few years now. I've had my eye on this one for about a month, and finally let him buy it for me. I love it. :) I rode it all around town yesterday. We have gotten well acquainted. I'm excited to go on lots of rides with her. She needs a name though. Any ideas?</span><br />
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</div>Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-81864137854684881792012-05-24T16:23:00.002-06:002012-05-24T16:23:33.717-06:00And many more!I'm not usually a post everyday kinda girl. Yet here I am with a post for the third day in a row. Lucky you. Don't get used to it.<br />
I just need to update on Aaron's Birthday while I have a minute. I got a little busy and forgot about it. Here we are almost 2 weeks later. Any way, Aaron had a Birthday. Here's what we did:<br />
I gave him his presents in the morning. Nothing too special this year. Mostly just stuff he needed like a chill mat for his lap top, a new screen cover for his tablet, and a stand for his miter saw. As you can see he already is spoiled with the stuff I got his presents for, so I had a little harder time thinking of things for him that he doesn't already have. I successfully found a couple of things that were wants and not needs for him. A three pack of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies on DVD, and a ticket to see Brian Regan (that's right, just one ticket). I'm not sure which one he was more excited about. Brian Regan comes to our town at least once a year, and we have been wanting to go for awhile, but never think of it till the tickets are all gone. The show isn't till December 1st, so I gave him one ticket, and kept one for me and told him it would be for my Birthday which is a few days before the show. Win! :)<br />
After presents we had some breakfast and then went to the parade. That's right, my husband is so awesome that there is a parade, fireworks, and the whole town celebrates on his Birthday. It just so happens that this falls on the same day as "Health Days", so that works out nicely. Or maybe it's the other way around.... Other than being a little chilly at first, the parade was nice. I'm a child at heart and love those things.<br />
Next I took Aaron to Lunch at Texas Roadhouse. We both were able to get prime rib. I hardly ever get something that fancy anywhere, not even on my Birthday. However, there was one of those "Two can eat for $___" deals going one, and prime rib was on it for no extra charge. Yum! We were both happily filled when we left. I was a little sad that Aaron wouldn't let me tell them it was his Birthday, but it was his day, so I reluctantly agreed. I know I don't like people to sing to me on my Birthday either, and he respects that, so I had to do it for him too.<br />
Later on we had some friends and family come to our house to have a campfire, roast some dogs and mallows, and watch the fireworks. As a result, a good time was had. We even stayed up till midnight! That's super late for us oldies. <br />
It was a great day, jam packed with food, fun, family, friends, and fireworks. Does it get much better? Let's do this again next year.<br />
Happy Birthday Aaron!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I miss having you around. I find your
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sleepies all day long, and then alluding me when I try to
visit you is some what torturous. You know I can only see you at night. I yawn for you, and yet, you ignore me. I thought we had a nice thing going on. I would like you to know that in your
absence I have become very close friends with a certain Dr. Pepper. He
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have given you many chances, just to be rejected by you. I wish I could
say I was done trying, however, it is well known that I can not live
without you. Please pay me a visit soon, but don't come till after
dark,or Dr. Pepper might find you and try to fight you. He is a jealous one, and won't allow me to be with you when I'm with him. That is why I make him leave by 5, so you will feel welcome. I would be pleased to see you in my bed
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh you know, that's just a picture of all of us staring at the sun. Man, we're a bunch of weirdies, I tell ya. It works for us though. The reason we are staring at the sun is because we were watching the eclipse on Sunday, which was so cool to see. I've never seen one before, just pictures.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> I find this picture hilarious for lots of reasons. I think it will always be one of my favorites of us. One reason I find it funny, is obviously Willis' glasses. Or should I say MY glasses. Those are the glasses I bought for when I would go tanning with my roomies way back in the day. I still get a lot of use out of them, can't you tell? Cause I'm so tan and all. That's okay, pale works for me. Pale is the new tan. That's right. Try not to be too jealous of my glow in the dark skin. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Before we made Willis wear this glasses, which he did not appreciate, Aaron was wearing them for awhile. Haha! He looked so creepy. He put his sunglasses over them so he could stare at the sun. It was so bright that it hurt to look at it even with sunglasses on. Another funny thing about this picture, I don't know if you can tell, but I have my glasses on underneath my sunglasses. That's why they are kind of floating off my face. My contacts have failed me again, and I can't wear them much anymore. What a waste of money. I hate that I can't wear my sunglasses. Oh well. I suppose life will still go on. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">After staring at the sun for so long, I was seeing spots for the remainder of the night. Worth it! This reminded me of a routine by Brian Regan (we LOVE him). This one here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">That reminds me, I need to do a post about Aaron's Birthday. You'll see why that reminded me of his Birthday when I do that post. He is 27 now. Gee wiz, I married an old man! Haha</span><br />
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All together now: Awwwww. Isn't she cute? She was born at 12:34am today. I can't wait to go hold her on Saturday morning before my brother's wedding. It's gonna be a busy, yet totally awesome day. I'm so excited. Now this week just needs to go by a little bit faster. Half way there. Wish they lived closer so we didn't have to wait so long!<br />
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Any way, the reason is because more people in my life don't believe than do. I don't want people to be afraid to read my blog because they think they will have my beliefs shoved down their throats. I'm not like that. I respect others life choices, and will not try to force mine on them. I've seen first hand how that only pushes them further away.<br />
But today there is something I feel I need to share. I have been wanting to share it for awhile now, a little something today pushed me to finally do it. The video bellow is of my favorite talk from conference a few weeks ago. It's actually one of my favorite talks ever. It gives me goosebumps every time. Now, even though this is a conference talk, it applies to people of all beliefs. Don't be afraid to watch it even if you are not Mormon, it's still has a great message. This talk shook me to my core. I love Elder Ukdorf's talks, he just says everything so straight forward, no sugar coating it, this is how it is. Period. This talk is not an exception. It is an absolutely fantastic way of putting something that I think everyone needs to hear now and again, especially me right now. There are a lot of issues with upset family members that have been going on for awhile now. It is time for us to stop it. All of us. It is not getting us any where, at least not any where good. It's time to move on. We are a forever family, and there will be no empty seats in our bus ride to heaven. :) We are stuck with each other for eternity by choice, so we need to make the best of it. Our personalities don't all mesh so well, but that is bound to happen. That doesn't mean we need to let that tear us apart like it is. We (especially me) need to let go of those petty grudges we have. Forgive those who have hurt us, which is not an easy thing to do, especially when it keeps happening and we all feel so justified in being upset. It is not right. We have all done things we shouldn't have. I love all my family, and don't want anything to come between us. It's not worth it. It's all a big mess that needs to be cleaned up. Let's stop these bad feelings we have for one another before they get out of control. I don't mean to sound all preachy, I just know my blog is the only way some of the family will hear anything from me. And like I said. This is for me as well, if not more than everyone else. I would hate for anything that I have said to hurt anyone, since I am trying to do the opposite.<br />
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So cute for spring. I love everything about it, except I would change it to short length sleeve. I love that it takes into account your height too. It's nice to know how short or long a dress is going to be when you are buying it online. A lot of times it's hard to tell from the pictures. Another cool thing they do, they tell you what everything is made of, if it will have some stretch to it, how it's supposed to be put on, where it zips, and how you would have to wash it. Good stuff to know before you buy something online. The dresses are kind of pricey, but not as much as I expected when I heard what they do. Plus, when you register you get $20 off your first order, and if it's over $100 then you get free shipping. Someone should split their order with me so we can get free shipping. I'm a cheapskate. But then I would only be able to allow myself to get one dress....How can I pick JUST one? I love so many of the styles they offer. Oh man. I'm way to stoked about this. Maybe it's all that Doctor Pepper I just drank.... Or maybe it's cause it really is that cool. Yeah, probably a bit of both. Here it is:<br />
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Loves!Holl.E.L.Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18266113331343130251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886783429355748523.post-14676768783189705672012-04-09T14:34:00.000-06:002012-04-09T14:34:02.463-06:00The end of the week<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Once again, another week has come and gone, and once again we had a pretty great weekend. Friday night we had dinner with Aaron's best friend Geo, and his wife Megan. We recently found out that they were expecting, so we decided to take them to Chuckarama, so the lady could eat for as many as she wanted. We are so excited for them and this new chapter in their life. They are like family to us, so it feels like I'm going to be an aunt again. So stoked to have another baby to play with.</div>
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Saturday we went to Baby Animal days with Aaron's parents, his sister, and adorable niece. She makes me smile every time I see her. So excited to see what her sister looks like when she gets here in a couple of weeks. I love Baby Animal Days, and we didn't get to make it last year cause the weather sucked. It was a lot of fun to go this year. Here are some pictures. The only thing we took pictures of were the ducks, cause they were the only thing we went in and held. </div>
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After that we went to lunch at El Torro with everyone. I enjoyed it more than I usually do. Not one of my favorite Mexican joints here in Logan, but it was pretty good this time. For Easter we decided to go see my family. There are only 2 nephews on that side of the family, so the Easter egg hunt wasn't super exciting. On Aaron's side they are mostly all too young to understand what to do yet, so we decided his family would be more fun to go to next year when there will be several old enough to get it. We had a yummy traditional Easter dinner, and just hung out with my family for the night. It was pretty enjoyable. Not too crazy, just a good time. Now here we are at Monday again. Yuk. It had to come, and it will be over before we know it. Excited for the weekend, already. Even though it's supposed to be rainy. </div>
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