tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6170036155458603052024-02-18T23:57:47.723-06:00stephenomenal lifeStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-46350265787748371982015-09-23T11:53:00.000-05:002015-09-23T11:53:16.505-05:00Fresh start!Life got busy. A new baby and a huge move just made me feel like I needed a fresh start. <div>
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I'm now blogging regularly over at <a href="http://freckledinflorida.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Freckled in Florida</a>! Come visit and stay a while! I can't wait to reconnect!</div>
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Real talk: I am not a health freak. At all. I eat what I want, when I want, and hardly ever exercise. God blessed me with good genes and an adequate metabolism.<br />
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I don't say that to glorify my life or say by any means that it's <i>good</i> to live like that. It's just what I've always done and it's hard to shake!<br />
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I just wanted to preface this post with that little nugget of info because I want you to know my frame of reference when I talk about ways to prepare your body for birth. I'm not going to be the 8 months pregnant woman hiking 5 miles every morning and eating a perfectly balanced diet. I'm just not. I'm looking for <i>practical </i>things I can easily fit into my life to prepare my body to get this baby out the old fashioned way!<br />
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When doing my research (which sounds way too offish for me haha), I found some things that I seriously loved!<br />
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One of which is <b>sense association</b>. The idea here is really basic. Choose some things that you think will help you relax during labor. "Practice" relaxing with them regularly through your pregnancy and when the time for labor comes, your body should naturally be more relaxed when your use the items because your brain associates them with relaxation. For me, that would be my playlist, full of worship music to keep my mind focused on God, and lavender oil. I've already been listening to my playlist a lot (actually, I am right now!) and use lavender oil in the evening to calm down. I'm hoping these will treat me well in the spring!<br />
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Another one that I used all the time when I was pregnant with Reuben was my <b>exercise ball</b>! The week before I had him, I even brought it to work and replaced my office chair with it because I was determined to get him locked, loaded, and ready to go! I might've looked ridiculous, but I bounced, wiggled, and swayed on that thing at least 8 hours a day and dilated another cm and effaced another 25% in 6 days. I don't think that was purely a coincidence! Sitting on an exercise ball forces you to sit up straight, spread your hips, and allows plenty of space for baby to get nice and cozy and positioned well.<br />
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<b>Walking and squatting</b> were two physical things I saw over and over again. Talk about manageable, especially in the spring. They both help baby work its way down and also help with the physical endurance and strength labor will demand. Both seem like something I could easily work into my daily routine. I may even do a squat challenge starting in March and try and make it fun!<br />
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I saved the best and craziest for last. <b>Eating dates</b>, y'all! Seriously, I can't make this stuff up. I read about it in a group I'm in on facebook and women were swearing by it so I had to check it out for myself. I found <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21280989" target="_blank">this study </a>and was blown away by the facts! Now, I do understand it was a small sampling of women, but the results are enough to convince me it's worth a shot! The study showed women who ate 6 dates every day the last 4 weeks before their estimated due date had significantly shorter early stages of labor, were checked in further along in dilation, had stronger bags of water (kinda gross, but good!), lower use of pitocin, and a higher chance of going into spontaneous labor. I've got zero idea <i>why</i> they work and I don't entirely care. I may not even like the way they taste, but I can choke down 6 a day if it ups my chance of all those good things!<br /><br />There were several others like teas, acupuncture, and oils/vitamin supplements that I probably won't really look into since I either don't like them or can't afford them.<br />
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But I seriously feel like the few things I did find will really help give me a head start on the birth I want!<br /><br /><b><i>What are some things you did before labor and delivery that you felt really helped? I'd love to check them out!</i></b><br /><br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-40947310154535991072014-12-25T09:00:00.000-06:002014-12-25T09:00:04.040-06:00merry christmas!From my family to yours, we wish you a very merry Christmas! <div>
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<i><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Gather 'round, ye children, come</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Listen to the old, old story</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Of the pow'r of Death undone</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">By an infant born of glory</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Son of God, Son of Man</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Gather 'round, remember now</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">How creation held its breath</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">How it let out a sigh</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">And it filled up the sky with the angels</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Son of God, Son of Man</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">So sing out with joy for the brave little boy</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Who was God, but He made Himself nothing</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">He gave up His pride and He came here to die</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">Like a man</span></i></div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-3647747744792853292014-12-22T09:00:00.000-06:002014-12-22T09:00:01.037-06:00natural birth mondays: the basicsI've got (theoretically) 19 more Mondays until baby girl gets here. I'm working hard on learning all that I can about natural, unmedicated birth and what it will take to accomplish that. There's so much more to it than I realized!<br />
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I thought it would be good for me (and you!) if I shared it all here. It always helps me to put what I learn into my own words. I feel like it helps it stick and fully sink in to the little crevices of my brains.<br />
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Obviously, I am NO medical professional and have been/will continue to talk with my midwives about all of this. These posts will be based on research based with my opinions that will help me draw to my own conclusions. I hope you find them useful, encouraging, and simple to understand. BUT I encourage you to use it as a <b>part</b> of your research. Do some for yourself and come to your own conclusions! That way when the going gets tough, you can go back to what you know and believe about birth and stick it out!<br />
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These are just a few topics I figured I'd cover:<br />
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<li>Preparing Your Body</li>
<li>Doulas</li>
<li>Birth Partners</li>
<li>OB vs. Midwife</li>
<li>Positioning and Movement</li>
<li>Pain Management Options</li>
<li>Interventions</li>
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I may throw in more or combine a few, but I'm really looking forward to diving into this with you guys! <i><b>Let me know if there are any specific topics you'd like to see covered!</b></i></div>
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-36888324587494398892014-12-04T12:27:00.000-06:002014-12-04T12:27:27.532-06:00new camera=more real pictures!Clint and I decided to take the money his parents were going to use on us and put it with the money we'd spend on each other and get a nice-ish camera. We really love it so far, and it's nice to have one that will auto focus since our last one is on the fritz. It works about 70% of the time, so we're hoping we can sell it for a little something and recoup some of what we spent on this one. We'll see!<br /><br />I've been having a LOT of fun with the new one, though! It's so fun to capture our every day lives with something nicer than an iphone.<br />
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We spent some time with our friends celebrating "friendsgiving" when we were in Nashville last weekend and we snapped this one there. I just can't believe how big this kid is getting. He LOVES wearing his hood and always asks to have it on, even if the jacket he's got on doesn't have one. haha<br />
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We've seriously cut back on his use of our phones because the amount of times he'd ask for them throughout the day was getting ridiculous. He'd spend most of his time on educational apps and has learned a lot of animal names and noises (which are always entertaining), but for the most part, he only gets it for very short times if we've offered it to him. His concentration face cracks me up though!<br />
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We got a cuddly Elf on a Shelf for right now, and kid is LOVING IT. He'll come downstairs every morning and get excited when he sees "Felf" and plays with him regularly throughout the day giving him water and sharing snacks. I know, I know, the kid isn't supposed to touch the elf or else he'll lose his magic. But honestly, I'm not too keen on the idea of him behaving just for presents from Santa, so I'm not sure we'll emphasize that part. I see the elf evolving more of a fun guy who comes to live with us for the month of December and likes to do crazy things while Reuben's asleep. Of course, Felf is pretty boring right now because Reuben is too little to understand funny stuff and mama is too lazy to think of fun things when sitting him on the couch is thrilling enough for a 21 month old!<br />
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The places I find him nowadays crack me up. And no matter now easy it may be for him to get down, he'll always look at me with a smirk and say "Mama, 'tuck." and want me to get him down. If I'm feeling particularly nice I'll grab him and get some snuggles before letting him down, but the boy somehow miraculously knows how to climb down himself if I'm doing something else. It's amazing. ;-)<br />
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We made cookies the other day and this was about as happy as it got. Reuben was in to everything and was over it before the dough was even done. He then decided he HAD to have his craisins leftover from school the week before and threw an absolute hissy fit the last half of me rolling and cutting them out. </div>
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We're a little over a week into knowing and I'm still having the hardest time believing it!<br /><br />Finding out was actually hilarious. Clint and I went in convinced we were having another boy. He was sure his family only makes boys and I really wanted Reuben to have a brother. So we started the ultrasound and watched the baby practice breathing, wiggle all around, and even look like it was yelling at us face on. Finally, we told the tech we were ready to know. She got the screen centered on where we'd be able to see the goods, but baby was being proper and not showing anything. It stayed like that for a couple minutes and the tech decided to change the direction the wand was pointing.<br />
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When she did that, Clint said "What were we told at Reuben's gender scan? Something like a hamburger or three lines means a girl?" And right at that moment the tech went "Yea, that's what you look for. One. Two. Three." as she drew arrows to point to the three lines so clearly showing up on the screen. We both went "WHAT?!?!" and then immediately asked her to double check. We were in shock!<br /><br />Since then, it's sunk in a little more. A name is picked out (I may put it on here eventually), a few outfits are bought, and we're just overall getting used to the idea of having a daughter. I'm honestly a bit freaked out, but I know the Lord intended this baby specifically for our family and I can't wait to meet her!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-81456451930216476442014-11-19T16:03:00.000-06:002014-11-19T16:03:06.988-06:00vbac thoughtsThis baby was such a surprise that I think I'm still kind of in shock about it. I'm 3.5 weeks away from being halfway through (theoretically, of course) and I'm just now getting my head wrapped around the fact that this baby has to come out. <i>And I am honestly oh-so-ready for that to happen based on how I've been feeling lately! </i><div>
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I do NOT want another csection. I felt miserable afterwards, couldn't get out of bed on my own for weeks or lay on anything but my back for months, and had a <a href="http://stephenomenallife.blogspot.com/2014/02/breastfeeding-diaries-at-girl-in-red.html" target="_blank"><b>really</b> hard time</a> getting breastfeeding going. Not to mention we'd like the option to have four children and doctors frown upon having a 4th csection. I don't want a voluntary procedure to determine the number of children I can have. I've found a group of midwives here who I've heard wonderful things about and fully support an attempt at a VBAC and I'm so thankful for that and excited about that option. My OB in Nashville said that I have an 85-90% chance of being successful, which is super encouraging.</div>
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All that said, I'm absolutely terrified too! This time my plan is to have absolutely zero interventions because I know every intervention I have raises my chance to have another csection. That plan is fine and dandy and I totally get it mentally, but physically I'm terrified of the pain! I never felt a single contraction with Reuben and I have ZERO idea what to expect! </div>
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As the time draws closer, I'll be researching more and more and plan on sharing what I'm finding and any sort of prep I'm doing. I look forward to sharing with you guys!<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form look down on women who choose to have repeat csections! As a mama it is YOUR choice to do what is best for YOU and I would never shame that. These are just my personal opinions on VBACs. :)</i></span></div>
Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-7440957492723861322014-11-18T10:04:00.000-06:002014-11-18T10:04:01.225-06:00boy or girl?We find out if we're going to be having another rough and tumble boy or if we're going to be adding some pink and glitter to our house on Thursday! It feels like this pregnancy is flying by, but I'm for that because I'm ready to have baby here already. The anticipation is killing me!<br />
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Oh, just for fun, here's a little "bumpdate" from this weekend. 16 weeks and moving right along!<br />
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Carrying high or low?<br />
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<b><br /></b>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-15698701974098017532014-11-13T08:36:00.000-06:002014-11-13T08:36:13.747-06:00clean house = happy stephanie.On a normal Tuesday or Thursday, you'd find me sitting on my couch, avoiding doing some household chore like dishes, laundry, or even just pick up Reuben's toys. I've had ZERO energy this pregnancy and you could totally tell by the state of my house. I'm not the most organized/put together person ever to begin with, but it was magnified by about a million these last couple of months.<br />
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So last night I had a totally crazy and novel idea. Like, I'm not sure if anybody has ever thought of this before in the history of the world. If I got everything cleaned up and put away before I went to bed, the next day I could TOTALLY relax and not feel guilty about not getting house things done.<br />
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Cue the angels singing.<br />
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Seriously, this is life changing. I've sat on the couch reading blogs, cooked some biscuits (and already cleaned up after that... WHAT?!), and am now planning on taking a nice long shower and a nap after I get done doing this.<br />
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Call it nesting, call it a turn around from laziness, call it what I should've been doing all along, I don't care what you call it. I'm just going to enjoy it for now!<br />
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Because I know the second Reuben gets home, it's all going down the drain.<br />
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We find out what we're having in just 15 days! I can hardly believe it's almost that time already! I have absolutely zero idea what I think it is. I'd love a girl because pink, glitter, bows, ya know, girl stuff. Not to mention the mother-daughter relationship. BUT I so badly want Reuben to have a brother that I almost want this one to be a boy just so he's guaranteed to have one.<br />
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First trimester was a lot harder this time around. It was just so hard to not be able to rest like I wanted/needed to. Thankfully, I'm 14.5 weeks so I'm past that and feeling better already. We had a couple of scares with spotting, but thanks to God, everything is going perfect!<br />
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So besides adding to our family, things have been low key around these parts. Reuben and I spent a couple of weekends with my parents in Nashville while Clint had really busy weekends. I just wasn't up for being home alone with Reuben 24/7 for 3-4 days straight when I could hard pick him up I was so tired. We had a lot of fun while home and Reuben had some great times on the farm.<br />
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Halloween was a blast here, too! Reuben was finally old enough to trick or treat and have fun in a costume. We found a handmade puppy costume for only $5 at Goodwill and after a quick run through the washer and dryer, it was like new! We went to Boo at the Zoo at the Knoxville Zoo first, and that wasn't a hit. It was too late in the day and he was just too young to really have a ton of fun and it was CROWDED. We'll go again next year since it was only $5 for zoo members and he'll be older, but we probably could've skipped it this year.<br />
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On actual Halloween night, we went to a trunk or treat at a local church and it was PERFECT. It started at 5:30, All of the cars were in one parking lot, and we were in and out in about 20 minutes. He loved it and had "trick or treat" down by the end of it. Or should I say "tri treee" instead. ;-)<br />
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I miss this space. There's so much Reuben is doing and so many things going on in our lives I want to remember all in one place. I'll be back often :)Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-22604574919884448872014-08-13T19:07:00.000-05:002014-08-13T19:07:35.371-05:00the end of an eraWho woulda thunk that the very last time I'd breastfeed Reuben would be the last day of World Breastfeeding Week?!<br /><br />We'd been doing the "don't ask, don't offer" thing for the last few months because I was kind of over it, but I could tell he wasn't. We were down to a definite morning session that was basically his coffee. He was groggy and angry until he was done. And every once in a while he'd ask for it throughout the day and depending on how I was feeling, I may oblige.<br /><br />Then, Monday morning he woke up at 4AM and didn't ask to nurse like he normally would have and then when we got up for good, he asked for it while I was facetiming with my parents, I said no, and he hasn't asked since!<br />
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I can't believe almost 18 months of nursing is done, just like that. I'm 99% ok with it, since I was ready to be done anyways, but the other 1% of me can't believe my baby doesn't need me in that way anymore. He just wants to "cuggle", which I love, but anybody can do that with him. It's just more proof that my baby is well on his way to becoming a little boy.<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-92171288545065418912014-07-12T20:06:00.002-05:002014-07-12T20:06:33.955-05:00stomach bugs are for the birds.Do birds even get stomach bugs?<br />
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Reuben had one this week and it was disgusting and pitiful. No throwing up, thankfully, but pleeeenty of other things happened and it was just gross. Not the more glorious of mom weeks.<br />
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Praise the Lord for Netflix. Daniel Tiger, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, and Tinkerbell movies got us through. The Tinkerbell movies may've just been for me ;-)<br />
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We survived though and now he's a ravenous pig, eating everything in sight! That's a good thing because the boy was getting noticeably skinnier.<br />
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Ohhhhh the life of a mom.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-20795433020324176722014-07-01T08:00:00.000-05:002014-07-01T08:00:02.083-05:00the little gymOnce I found out we were moving to Knoxville, I decided to try to find some good mom groups and resources to learn more about the area. I, of course, went to Facebook and just searched "knoxville mom" and stumbled upon the <a href="http://citymomsblog.com/knoxville/" target="_blank">Knoxville Moms Blog</a>.<br />
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YES! I love Knoxville. I love moms. I love blogs. Therefore, I will love this.<br />
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So I started following them and noticed they had an awesome giveaway going on so I decided to enter and ended up winning! Part of the prize was a week of camp at <a href="http://www.thelittlegym.com/KnoxvilleTN/Pages/default.aspx" target="_blank">The Little Gym</a> but once I realized the camps don't start until 3 years old, they were gracious to switch it out to a month of weekly mommy-and-me gym classes.<br />
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I got SO excited on the morning of our first class. I put him in his "gold medalist in training" shirt for kicks and giggles and majorly talked it up to him.<br />
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Unfortunately, the smile was short-lived.<br />
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The kid LOST it. Like panicky screams and clinging to me like a spider monkey. That made circle time really fun for everyone...<br />
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Once the circle time stuff was over, I worked him down my body to where he was just clinging to my leg and eventually pried him off of that too and he slooooowly started wandering around. He found a mat he could step on and off of over and over again and was loving life. He still wasn't a fan of doing anything we were supposed to be doing, but he wasn't screaming so we just let him do what he wanted.<br />
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After the balls and a little more ignored circle time, it was time to go home and he was OUT in seconds.<br />
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It was night and day, y'all!<br />
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He loved every single second of it. He participated in every single activity and had a smile on his face the whole time.<br />
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We've got two classes left and I can't wait to see how much more he grows to love it in that time!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-74834313982378048732014-06-30T11:48:00.000-05:002014-06-30T11:48:13.869-05:00SAHM lifeSince our move, we've reworked our budget to allow me to stay at home with Reuben. It's something I've wanted for his entire life, but we couldn't make it happen at our previous jobs because of the cost of insurance. <i>Apparently you need that stuff or something.</i><br />
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We visit dad at work and destroy his bookshelf.<br />
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We go on playdates.<br />
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We visit the Disney store way too much.<br />
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We got to a mommy-and-me gymnastics class (more on that later because it's awesome!).<br />
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And we explore outside.<br />
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It really is such a joy to be with him all day. It's trying, for sure, but I wouldn't trade this season for anything!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-28866507555848908072014-06-27T18:25:00.000-05:002014-06-27T18:25:44.485-05:00I'm BAAAAAAAACK!Whew, I've missed this place! <div>
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Since moving to Knoxville, I've hardly had any access to a computer. I love blogging and all, but not enough to type one out on my phone. That'd take for-ev-er.</div>
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Knoxville is wonderful and we're so happy here! I'm officially a full time stay at home mom after 15 months of working, so it's taking some getting used to, but we're finding out footing. I've felt like a truck hit me the last couple of days so there's been a LOT of movie watching going on. I know every word to every song of The Lorax.</div>
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Our wedding.<br />
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Our first anniversary.<br />
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My pregnancy.<br />
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If you live in the Nashville area and are looking for a photographer, I HIGHLY recommend Amelia. Check out more of her work <a href="http://ameliajmoore.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>!</div>
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-65205572050022751442014-05-22T14:15:00.001-05:002014-05-22T14:15:31.741-05:00life latelyThis strange season has been full of a lot of repetition.<br />
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A lot of outside time.<br />
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A lot of <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/stephenomenaldesigns" target="_blank">mug making</a>.<br />
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A lot of hanging out in my room while I get ready and playing with necklaces to stay entertained.<br />
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A lot of baths. Boys are apparently naturally stinky.<br />
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A lot of laughing.<br />
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A lot of time at Papa B and Bella's. Home gets boring.<br />
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And a whole lot of missing Dada.<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-21472069528697378312014-05-21T10:48:00.000-05:002014-05-21T10:48:11.528-05:00stephenomenal designsI opened an <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/stephenomenaldesigns" target="_blank">etsy store</a>!<br />
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With me scaling down to part time, just two days a week, I realized I'd have time to do what I love do to-- CREATE!<br />
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I've been cranking these mugs out and loving every single second of it. I've got countless ideas in my head of what I want to do and where I see this going.<br />
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Just from putting it on facebook/instagram, I got several requests for totally customized mugs and that's been really fun. I love being able to create something that's hopefully even better than what they'd imagined!<br />
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Let me know if there's something specific you have in mind for a mug and I'd love to make it for you!<br /><br />Go check out <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/stephenomenaldesigns" target="_blank">my shop</a> and look around!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-9207853907190060122014-05-15T10:51:00.000-05:002014-05-15T10:51:56.881-05:00transitionThis last month, followed by the next couple of weeks, has been and will continue to be full of transition.<br />
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<b>Dual parenting.</b><br />
<b>To single parenting 5/7 days a week.</b><br />
<b>Back to living under one roof.</b><br />
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<b>Working full time.</b><br />
<b>To knowing I'm leaving in 2 weeks and trying to wrap everything up.</b><br />
<b>To staying at home for a little while and then working part time.</b><br />
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<b>Living in chaos (housekeeping isn't my strong suit).</b><br />
<b>To living in a perfect show home I don't want to leave.</b><br />
<b>To living in a townhome we'll rent.</b><br />
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<b>Reuben sleeping through the night for months.</b><br />
<i><b>To not.</b></i><br />
<b>To hopefully doing it again once we're all together.</b><br />
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It's a bizarre feeling. Trying to live life in Nashville, knowing I'll be in Knoxville at the end of the month. I'm trying not to pull away from friends here yet, but I'm working on establishing friendships over there at the same time. <br />
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I sort of feel like I'm just going on a really long vacation to Knoxville. I'm not entirely sure it's clicked in my head yet that I will LIVE there. When we come to Nashville from now on, we'll be visiting. We won't be coming home. That's weird.<br />
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The good news is that I know without a shadow of a doubt that God has planned for us to go to Knoxville and we're simply following where he's leading us. That gives me a crazy amount of peace. I love Sevier Heights already. I love the people we've met. I love where we're going to live. I love that I'll get so much more time with Reuben. I love that we'll be near mountains. I love that we'll be closer to friends in Chattanooga. I love a lot of it.<br />
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I just don't love transition.<br />
<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-37760619445449669582014-05-13T10:31:00.000-05:002014-05-13T10:31:03.129-05:00hasta la vista houseI haven't blogged because I've been up to my eyeballs in house fixing-up. It was never ending, frustrating, and absolutely overwhelming. I spent the majority of last Wednesday in constant tears, thinking of what I needed to get done to get our house on the market by Thursday.<br />
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Without Clint.<br />
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WITH a teething toddler.<br />
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Thankfully, our parents stepped up in a BIG way and came to the rescue and it was all done by 7:30 that evening. I sent our realtor pictures to let him know it was as ready as it could be and to put it up the next morning. I wanted it on the market before I went to Knoxville so I could get it clean and it'd stay that way for showings on the weekend without me having to do it again and again. Clever, right? ;-)<br />
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I left early Friday morning to go to Knoxville for Mother's Day. Our realtor, Jeff, called and told us that there were 3 showings for the day. While Reuben was napping, Clint said we needed to start looking for a town house in Knoxville since I'd be there soon. I told him we should wait because I didn't want to find something so soon when the house wouldn't sell for a while.<br />
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He said <b>"I've been praying God would sell the house this week. He's going to do it."</b><br />
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I agreed to go look at a couple of places, fell in love with one, and as we were driving home from seeing it, got a phone call from Jeff...<br />
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You guys...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>OUR HOUSE IS SOLD!!! </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Seriously. In three days. I can't even believe it. I'll be in Knoxville permanently on June 1st. I can't even stand it, I'm so excited!!! </span></div>
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-39427375675701786662014-04-24T13:26:00.001-05:002014-04-24T13:26:40.563-05:00six SIMPLE tips for pumping at work<i>Warning: this post is girly in nature. Men, you may not want to read it.</i><br />
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<i>And if you read it and are weirded out, you can't say I didn't warn you.</i><br />
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My <a href="http://stephenomenallife.blogspot.com/2014/02/breastfeeding-diaries-at-girl-in-red.html" target="_blank">breastfeeding journey</a> started out rough. We struggled through the first few weeks, sorta kinda got the hang of it by week six, and seemed to get in a good grove after that growth spurt. <br />
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Just in time for me to go back to work...<br />
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<b>dun dun duuuuuuuuun</b><br />
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I was absolutely terrified to go back. There were so many uncertainties and so much pressure. Would I be able to pump enough? Would Reuben still want to nurse after getting a couple of bottles a day? Would my supply totally go down the drain?<br />
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It was scary!<br />
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But it has a happy ending :)<br />
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Everything's worked out better than I ever could've imagined. There was no nipple confusion, no irreversible supply drops, and he always had plenty to drink. <br /><br />I know it doesn't always go so well for others and I know I'm not an expert at it by any means, but I figured since it's gone so well and I've learned so much, I'd share a few quick tips I learned along the way.<br />
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1. <b>Be aware of the recommended number of ounces to leave with your baby.</b><br />
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I've heard of moms saying their babies <i>need</i> 6-7 oz a feeding and they're just not making that much so they have to supplement with formula. If I learned anything, it's that young babies will take just about anything you give them in a bottle, especially if the bottle has a fast flow. With breastfeeding, babies have to suck to get milk and they take a break when they swallow. In bottles, when a baby swallows, more milk is sucked in and it creates a cycle that ends with them taking everything in the bottle because they don't know how to stop it. Breastfed babies only need 1-1.5 ounces for every hour they're away from you. Kellymom.com has a great <a href="http://kellymom.com/bf/pumpingmoms/pumping/milkcalc/" target="_blank">calculator</a> to help you figure out their needs.<br />
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2. <b>Have a set time of the day to pump.</b><br />
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Breastmilk production thrives on schedules. You'll be a lot more successful if there are set times in the day you pump so your body knows it needs x amount of ounces by x time. On days my pumping schedule got off, I noticed a difference in how much I would pump.<br />
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3. <b>Build up a stash before going back.</b><br />
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I'm not talking like 300 ounces or anything. Maybe just a "week's worth" of milk as a cushion. I liked not having the pressure of pumping 8 ounces every single day. If I only pumped 6 or 7, I could grab a bag from the freezer and send that instead. It takes a lot of the stress out of the equation.<br />
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4. <b>Hit the "let down" button multiple times.</b><br />
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I have a pretty quick and strong let down, so I don't wait for the standard 2 minutes it takes to automatically switch to the longer setting. <b> </b>As soon as I feel the let down, I press the button and as soon as I can see the milk has stopped coming out, I press it again. and again. and again. and will try and get as many let downs as possible. That way you can be much more efficient with your time since we all know breaks don't last forever!<br />
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5. <b>Have a second (or third) set of accessories.</b><br />
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I, personally, think you can never have too many sets of pumping gear. I only have two, but I wish I had more like three or four! I hate washing the stuff SO much and dread it. Also, if you're pumping multiple times at work in a day, remember that breastmilk can stay out at room temp for 6 hours. So if you're pumping closer together than that, don't worry about washing them in between! If you're a nurse or have another sort of 12 hour shift job, put them in a grocery bag and stick them in the fridge in between so you don't have to wash them! Can you tell I hate washing them? haha<br />
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6. <b>Remember... there is an end to it.</b><br />
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Pumping every three hours at work is SUCH a drag. Telling people why you're going into a room with the door locked will never not be awkward. Finding a place to store the milk without people seeing it and being totally weirded out is always a challenge. But it ends! It's not forever! And when you get to the end, you'll be able to look back at your accomplishment and know you did every single thing possible you could to give your baby the very best.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Have any other questions? Want to know anything else? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Let me know!</b></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-79868757924565324332014-04-22T09:33:00.001-05:002014-04-22T09:33:52.153-05:00the body of ChristIt's been two years since our miscarriage today.<br />
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It's such a strange feeling. Part of me feels like it was a lifetime ago. But there's another part of me that can still feel the pain and loss like it happened yesterday.<br />
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I try to not let that part win.<br />
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I'm so incredibly thankful for Reuben and his life. I know that he wouldn't be here if we hadn't lost that baby, but I can't help but wonder who that baby would've grown up to be.<br />
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Would it be another rambunctious, mischievous, little boy? Or would I be having tea parties with my little tutu-wearing girl?<br />
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I saw my facebook post from that day on TimeHop...<br />
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I still feel this way two years later.<br />
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God had us positioned perfectly for Him to show his love for us through his Body. We had meals brought to us by our small group, prayers for and with us, and plenty of people to just BE with us. Nobody tried to fix anything or offer any encouraging words. They were just in it with us. And that's exactly what we needed.<br />
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I've said it <a href="http://stephenomenallife.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-lord-gives-lord-takes-away-part-2.html" target="_blank">before</a>, but God used that baby's short life to change ours entirely. We came to fully understand the purpose of the Body of Christ. That we're to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Yes, we felt peace from knowing the baby was in heaven and that God had a plan, but that peace was amplified through our friends and family's love and support.<br />
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Since our loss, I've had several of my friends go through hard times where they need someone to be in it with them. They don't need to be told they'll get over it one day. They don't need to be told life goes on. They don't need to be told it could be worse. They need me to roll up my sleeves and get in there with them. To cry with them. To listen to them. To tell them, "You know what? This sucks. I'm so, so sorry."<br />
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Food never hurts, too. ;-)<br />
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But seriously. People need you WITH them. That's part of our job as a member of the Body. To let struggling people know God is WITH them. He hasn't left them to fend on their own. He's there for them even more than we ever could be. Sometimes it just takes a little reminding.<br />
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I wouldn't know that the way I do if it wasn't for that sweet, sweet little baby. I praise and thank God for it's life and legacy. Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-77713681096683806362014-04-09T09:23:00.000-05:002014-04-09T09:23:06.578-05:00sick and changes.Reuben was crazy sick last week with roseola.<br />
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It was super pitiful.<br />
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And a major time-suck.<br />
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<b>I've missed blogging.</b><br />
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This week is Clint's last week home with us full time.<br />
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He officially moves to Knoxville Monday.<br />
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I may be minorly freaking out and not able to blog much for a little while.<br />
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Wish us luck and pray for us!Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-4815743572491114972014-03-28T07:00:00.000-05:002014-03-28T07:00:08.018-05:00five on friday[ONE]<br />
<b>teeth</b><br />
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Weeks like this week make me wish teeth didn't exist. Reuben's got his top molars popping through and his bottom molars AND top eye teeth are next. All four gum spots are super swollen and red. It's awful. And why does it just have to be so bad at night? Why can't he be a complete grump during the day and then sleep like an angel at night? Instead he's happy as can be during the day and an angry monster at bedtime. Bedsharing was attempted last night out of desperation, but he was kicked out by 10:30. Nobody was happy and at least we were both semi-ok separate. He does look so dang cute asleep though!<br />
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[TWO]<br />
<b>silhouette</b><br />
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My husband surprised me this week by buying me a <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009GZUPFA/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B009GZUPFA&linkCode=as2&tag=stephenomen04-20%22%3ESilhouette%20Portrait%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=stephenomen04-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B009GZUPFA%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">silhouette portrait</a>! I've had my eye on one of these for over a year, but could never justify buying one. It's on sale (HALF OFF, Y'ALL!!!) and now that we're moving and I won't be working full time, I'll have a ton more time to mess around with it. The possibilities are endless. My creative juices are already flowing! <br />
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<b>consignment sales</b><br />
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I went to my second consignment sale ever and totally scored this week! I got a <a href="https://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CW9IENC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00CW9IENC&linkCode=as2&tag=stephenomen04-20%22%3ECombi%20Cosmo%20Stroller,%20Royal%20Blue%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=stephenomen04-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00CW9IENC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Combi Cosmo</a> stroller and two pairs of shoes for Reuben for only $27!!! We desperately needed all three items. The only stroller we have is the one that came with our travel system. We love it and it's been great on all day trips, but it's like driving a boat. It's huge. So this is perfect for trips to the zoo or the mall--places where we don't need a day's worth of stuff with us. Plus, the shoes are perfect for little man who's been zooming all over the place now. He loves them!<br />
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<b>profiles</b><br />
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I was messing around during lunch the other day and made this from a photo I took of Reuben. It's far from perfect, but I absolutely love it. The little baby mullet and double chin... be still my heart!<br />
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[FIVE]<br />
<b>dada's home!</b><br />
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Clint's been gone since last Friday and BOY have we missed him! "Dada" has been coming out of Reuben's mouth more than ever. The boy loves his dada. It was so sweet to see him reunited this morning when they got back to the church. Mama is happy to have him back too! It made me a little nervous about us being separated while he works in Knoxville, but I'm trusting God's got it under control and our house will sell exactly as soon as it needs to!<br />
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<b>HAPPY FRIDAY, Y'ALL!</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*<i>This post contains affiliate links. But I really do use and love them all :) Go <a href="http://stephenomenallife.blogspot.com/p/disclosure-and-privacy-policy.html" target="_blank">here</a> to read my full disclosure and privacy policy.</i><b> </b></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950218886244803906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617003615545860305.post-15184336549163051032014-03-26T09:02:00.001-05:002014-03-26T09:02:51.482-05:00night offLast night was one of the most glorious nights of my life.<br />
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Clint was out of town<br />
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<b>and Reuben was at my parent's house.</b><br />
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What's that? I think I hear angels singing...<br />
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But seriously, y'all. I love me some people and some good social time, but I'm an introvert through and through. To have 6 hours totally and completely to myself was one of the best things my mom and dad could've done for me.<br />
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I knocked out a week's worth of laundry and purged my closet in prep to move. I decided to toss/donate/sell close to 100 things. I don't know whether to be proud of that or sign myself up for some sort of hoarding intervention.<br />
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<i>Confession</i>: <i>I found a pair of Levi's I got in 8th grade. They're hiddeous- two snaps instead of buttons, flares big enough they touch in the middle, covered in paint, and cut up the side since they're 3 inches too long. <b>But they fit.</b> So I kept them because I'm proud I can still wear them. </i><br />
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After I finished the purging and laundry was going, I sat myself down to eat a little bit of heaven. If you haven't had Talenti gelato, go getcha some. FOR REAL. You're welcome.<br />
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I got to watch whatever I wanted for as long as I wanted <i>*cough*hours and hours of Law and Order:SVU*cough*</i> and go to sleep whenver I felt like it. I even actually had to set an alarm for the first time in 13 months.<br />
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It. Was. Glorious.<br />
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But now I miss my boys. I'm more than ready to see them!<br />
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I'll leave you with this official toddler. He's walking everywhere now! It's like getting some new, fly kicks inspired him.<br />
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Happy Wednesday!<br />
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