tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40957282289727212962024-03-26T23:38:08.900-07:00The Beginning of our Journey....Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-92221572565118647822012-05-04T17:05:00.002-07:002012-05-04T17:05:47.851-07:00Life....<div style="text-align: center;">
....has certainly been crazy lately! We have literally been living in chaos for the last month! I so happy that we are finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It is beyond amazing to know that we are almost done remodeling our house...now it's just time to get my booty in gear and get us organized. Seriously, after a month of not really being able to do much in the way of cooking, cleaning, and unpacking I am finding it really hard to muster up the motivation to actually get things done around the house. When does nesting usually start? I never really went through that when I was pregnant with Brooklynn, but I could certainly use some of that ASAP!</div>
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I thought that I would finally get around to posting about what's been going on in our lives since I don't have fun pictures of our unpacked and organized house! </div>
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So, after moving we spent the first 2 weeks living with my parents. We are so grateful to live so close to family who love us (well, let's be honest they are in love with Brooklynn and will do anything they can to spend as much time with her as possible) and are willing to let us invade and take over their home! Seriously, Brooklynn pretty much takes over when we are at my parents house. Eric and I spent a lot of our evenings those 2 weeks doing thing around the house (hanging curtain rods, setting up bedrooms, but no actual unpacking).</div>
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After 2 weeks at my parents house we decided that we needed to get Brooklynn back to her things and getting used to her new house. Brooklynn did really well while we stayed with my parents, but it was definitely time for her to be "home." Thankfully she adjusted really well to her new room and house, in fact she really seems to love it! Anyways, we spent the next 2 weeks waiting for our kitchen cabinets to come in so that they could be installed and for a small list of other random things that needed to be fixed or taken care of. Let me tell you, it is much more difficult to live without a kitchen than I thought it would be (especially pregnant). I did plan ahead and had a weeks worth of frozen casseroles (which based off of the time frame we were originally given would have been enough), and plenty of frozen muffins, waffles, pancakes, and cold cereal.. As for cooking we had a card table with our toaster oven on it. That's it. Not even a microwave. We definitely did not starve but I quickly figured out that I was extremely limited as to what I could eat during the day. I was pretty much hungry all day and in perfect timing started having heartburn (which of course was made worse by lack of eating). Brooklynn has been in heaven though because she gets to eat on the floor or the couch every day. Not looking forward to getting her back in the habit of eating at the table!</div>
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Aside from my food issues, it was wonderful to be living in a home that felt like it was still half under construction. It was always (and still is) dirty. In the spirit of full disclosure I will admit that I have not yet cleaned my house! I am obviously not a neat freak because it just wasn't worth it to clean when we kept having people in and out working on things. I have run the vacuum a few times and I sweep the living room every day, but that is the extent of my cleaning endeavor thus far.</div>
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But, like I said, we are finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel! Our kitchen is finally completed (more on that later!), the little odd jobs are mostly completed and really the only thing left to take care of is some fixing of the laundry room wall! Oh, and I guess I still have quite a bit of unpacking and organizing to do. Bring on the nesting stage!!</div>
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I promise posts to update about Brooklynn and our kitchen craziness soon!!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-13213610624113717032012-04-02T09:28:00.000-07:002012-04-02T09:28:02.786-07:00Moving Day!!<div style="text-align: center;">We were <i>finally</i> able to move "into" our house. I say "into" because while our belongings are now in the house and we have checked out of our apartment, we are NOT actually living in our house! (But I'll get to that...)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our plan for moving was to take Wednesday and Thursday to move things over (because of Conference weekend we didn't want to do it on Saturday) and then Friday to unpack before we headed over the mountain to spend the weekend with the Comptons. We were promised by our contractor over and over that the house would be ready for us to move on Wednesday. The carpet was supposed to be put in Tuesday/Wednesday and definitely done by 2:00. So we were going to finish packing the apartment and then head over the the house to do some cleaning and make it livable after the construction. Then we would go back to the apartment on Thursday grab anything that was left behind and clean the apartment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eric stopped by the house on the way to get the rental truck and the carpet people told him they would be done by 4:00. Ok, we can deal with that. We adjusted our plan and packed up the truck then moved everything that didn't fit into the truck to the living room so that we could clean the kitchen, bedrooms, and bathroom. We can definitely roll with the flow. We had taken Brooklynn to a friend's house to play while we were working (thanks again Jami!) and on our way home from picking her up we swung by the house to see if they were done (it is now 4:30). They tell us that they have about another hour (which is what they told my Dad when he went by the house looking for us at 5:00)! So we ate dinner and then headed to the house. They were still not done, but were so very close. They were finishing up the master bedroom and bathroom. So we unloaded the truck and set aside anything that needed to be in those 2 rooms to move in when they were done.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They finally finished the carpet and bathroom floor around 6:30 and we (and by "we" I mean Eric, our amazing family, and amazing friend Trenton. I don't know what we would have done without the Little's, they have been such amazing friends to us the last few weeks!) finally finished unloading a load and a half of the moving truck around 8:00-8:30. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, why aren't we living in the house?? Well, when the flooring guys left on Wednesday night all we had in way of a bathroom was a beautiful new floor, a tub (with no walls or shower head), and a half bath with a toilet sitting in the middle of the floor and a toilet that desperately needed to be cleaned. All of our window need the finishing work for the molding and whatnot and half of our bedroom and living room needs baseboards installed! It just was not very plausible to unpack and set up beds when there was so much work to be done still in the house, not to mention that it was already past Brooklynn's bedtime! So we packed up some clothes and headed to my parents house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We stopped by the house last night after we got home from Wapato and the windows are now fully framed and the bathroom is functional (but still needs some wall touch ups and baseboard). The baseboards in the living room and master should be done by the end of the day, and hopefully they will finish the bathroom as well (*crossing fingers*). We will probably remain at my parents house for the next week and spend the evenings unpacking and setting up furniture. As soon as we are somewhat organized we can vacate my parents house and give them their space back! Hopefully our kitchen cabinets will arrive in the next few days and they will be able to complete the kitchen by the weekend so we wont have to spend too much time without a kitchen or washer and dryer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Our camera got put in the drawer of our entertainment center and thus in the moving truck, so I didn't get any photos of the moving process. Also, because of the hectic schedule of the flooring guys and getting our things moved in I also didn't get the shots that I wanted of the empty rooms, but I took some pictures of the rooms with our stuff piled in on my phone. So this is what our house looks like right now:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Living room, facing the kitchen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Living room, view basically from the corner <br />
where the fridge is in the previous picture</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">craft/spare room</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kid's room (this room has a tough angle to photograph <br />
because the wall sits out a little bit right by the door)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Full bath (this was taken the morning after we moved our things in, <br />
the night before there was no vanity or shower wall surround.)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master bedroom. We don't have a walk-in closet, but this is still the largest closet we have had thus far!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad lighting, but unfinished window in master<br />
(and our new car out the window) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New carpet and missing baseboard in master</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Half bath</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">another view</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-89665566743508278702012-03-27T10:00:00.003-07:002012-03-27T16:08:43.802-07:00Little Princess<div style="text-align: center;">Eric's sister is getting married in May and we got Brooklynn's dress in the mail a few weeks ago. We tried it on her and it was instant princess! She walked around with a huge grin on her face, was twirling around, and had her arms held out like she was practicing for Toddlers & Tiara's. It was so funny to watch and absolutely adorable!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcScUVbirklmNzQUFhg7cUMJyIt6iz9KxrA7NoznKdplwbtw8q5nQvdeY9UdpMsN0vIacyNmsqFnPa2sW7iYl9c8u7jg3huqKBKKQdKDuJ1E6M1S5Gi3xizAFC-wD4mmkN3ojIPEugxz0a/s1600/IMG_0930%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcScUVbirklmNzQUFhg7cUMJyIt6iz9KxrA7NoznKdplwbtw8q5nQvdeY9UdpMsN0vIacyNmsqFnPa2sW7iYl9c8u7jg3huqKBKKQdKDuJ1E6M1S5Gi3xizAFC-wD4mmkN3ojIPEugxz0a/s320/IMG_0930%5B1%5D.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had no idea that becoming a princess the minute one puts on a poufy dress was innate! But apparently that is as innate for girls as growling and car noises are for boys!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-25456738523016453542012-03-25T10:12:00.000-07:002012-03-25T10:12:37.334-07:00Painting Party<div style="text-align: center;">We were <i>FINALLY</i> able to paint inside our house yesterday. We had to reschedule it 2-3 times and it felt like it was never going to happen! We are so grateful to our family and friends who gave up their beautiful Saturday (it was absolutely gorgeous yesterday) to help us paint.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is amazing what a fresh coat of paint can do! The walls were originally this cream color that was quite yellow and even just a coat of primer made it look so much better. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I wasn't able to take too many pictures because I couldn't be in the house too much because of the fumes and I was trying to keep our little munchkin out of the way. But here are some pictures from the day:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting the walls cleaned and prepped.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cutest little helper!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally getting some color on the walls! The lighting was bad by the<br />
time we got to the living room color, it looks yellow but it is actually green.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">We weren't able to paint the kitchen because it looks like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84-374hjM7nUtNAbQOGq-rMhAynGukK-KBT1E-dT5TcXrvWU4_ksu96LZ5j6PXjG3ut-BEL3a2OP_uf4AHovPIjZw5HOP0w49k_1Kf4-AiWyasySzUUu6BFfGDNx6bdVVM3f9QVqXgvPc/s1600/DSCF0433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84-374hjM7nUtNAbQOGq-rMhAynGukK-KBT1E-dT5TcXrvWU4_ksu96LZ5j6PXjG3ut-BEL3a2OP_uf4AHovPIjZw5HOP0w49k_1Kf4-AiWyasySzUUu6BFfGDNx6bdVVM3f9QVqXgvPc/s320/DSCF0433.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is still some work that needs to be finished by our contractor, but we are so close! We have been promised that the house will be finished on Wednesday so that we can move in before our mortgage is due. I am definitely ready to be done and in our house!</div><div style="text-align: center;">A big shoutout to Mom & Dad Perkins, Mom & Dad Compton, Nicole, Trenton, and Erich & Kelly for working so hard to help us make our house beautiful!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-680278917333775412012-03-20T09:28:00.000-07:002012-03-20T09:28:22.845-07:00Almost 2!?!?!?!<div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My beautiful little girl!!</td></tr>
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I cannot believe that in 2 1/2 months we will have a 2 year old! </div><div style="text-align: center;">(And in 3 months we will have a new baby!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Relaxing with Daddy and watching March Madness.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn is turning into quite the talker the last few weeks. She is picking up words right and left (she will finally say "more" and not "nee") and is even starting to ask me questions. She of course has discovered, "why?" and I hear that all the time. But she completely shocked me a few weeks ago when she walked into the kitchen and said, "doing mama?" That simple question has now evolved into "watcho doing?" Sometimes with a mama thrown in there and more often than not "doing" becomes "doinginging." Those extra "ing"s are just so cute!! She even will ask where we are going or what is happening (and yes, with the extra "ing"s).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loves playing in her kitchen while I am cooking.</td></tr>
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I am constantly amazed at how smart she is and how quickly she picks things up. She is now a pro at her colors, things are no longer all blue or red! She has counted up to 6 on her own (if we point to objects for her). She will often count off to do something, but it is generally "2,3,4" or "3,4,5." For some reason she does not like to start with 1! She will say the alphabet with me, or rather repeat the letters, but has become a pro at picking out letters that she sees. One of her favorite new activities is to climb into my lap and pick out the letters on my shirt/sweatshirt. She has even started calling out letters that she sees on road/store signs. She also has a few letters that she knows the sound of.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We got some new headbands and she had to put them ALL on!</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;">The best new development, in my opinion, is that I am starting to be able to reason with her. I can give her choices, which have the same outcome, and let her choose which way she would like to do it. I can give her warnings of when things, like naps/bedtime, are going to happen and she seems to go a little more peacefully. Yesterday I told her that we were going to read 2 books and then it was naptime. She went to get a book and I reminded her that we were reading just 2 and then it was naptime. She looked at me with a sugary sweet face and said, "One?!" like she was trying to convince me of it. Worst. Bargainer. Ever.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loves to have books read to her (finally) and she <br />
also loves to lay on the couch and "read" to herself.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the hardest things that we are working on right now is her getting frustrated with not being able to do something or when things get stuck or aren't working how she wants them to. (She is very much like her Aunt Ali). She shrieks and screams and the little vein in her neck pops out, not fun! I feel like I am constantly telling her to settle down or calm down so that we can fix it. Fortunately I can make use of her newly forming reasoning skills and help her to find a solution to the problem, usually to try again or start over.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such determination!</td></tr>
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She is very much in the "I do it" stage and I hear that pretty regularly throughout the day. Eric even tricked her into picking up toys the other day when she didn't want to. He told her that he would do it since she didn't want to and all of a sudden it was "I help you!" It was pretty awesome. She has mastered "I want some!" And I heard that about just about everything on our grocery shopping trip yesterday!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She loves to help Daddy make his protein shake!</td></tr>
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She loves trucks, buses and trains (we live really close to the train tracks so anytime we go anywhere we pass the trains) and we spend our time in the car looking for them. She can be very particular and only want to see buses or only want to see trucks, which can be challenging (especially when she wants to see buses on the weekend!).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She stole her P-Pa's seat (she is a HUGE seat stealer....<br />
don't get up if she is around she doesn't believe in "tap, tap, seat back")</td></tr>
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-87317607447136930252012-03-13T09:11:00.001-07:002012-03-13T16:20:37.910-07:00Delays.....<div style="text-align: center;">So, without a doubt the theme of our home buying process is <i>delay</i>. The purchasing process was frustrating and full of crazy delays and I wish that I could say that the renovation process was smooth and crazy free! </div><div style="text-align: center;">We are SOO ready to be done and in our house. And we would have been, but we have again been plagued with delays.<br />
The framers and the plumber got stuck on other jobs, so they started about a week behind schedule on our house.When the plumber turned on the water in the rental water started <i>pouring </i>out of the ceiling (both houses are slab on grade, so the plumbing is in the ceiling). Apparently the pipes cracked over the winter. So the entire plumbing had to be replaced. The framers started working and had all but 4 windows done (2 of which also required new walls to be built) and someone from the city happened by. Apparently we need to have a permit in order to replace our windows! Our contractor has never had to have a permit in order to put in new windows and even the inspector, or whoever, said that it's probably just a money maker for Auburn. Fortunately he allowed them to continue working enough to build the wall that had been ripped out since the rain was coming! Hopefully our permit will be obtained tomorrow and work can resume so that we can't paint next week and move on the weekend. We would really like to move next weekend so that we can be in our house before the mortgage is due!<br />
But the good news is that I don't have to rush to pack!!<br />
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In other news.....<br />
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I have lightened my load during the week. I had some rough weeks where I found myself in a funk that was not allowing me to be a good wife and mother. My child watching schedule had increased and I no longer had any part of my day without any kids to watch. It was just way too much for me. Not having the freedom to get out of the house to run errands or do something fun with Brooklynn was affecting me more than I knew or thought that it would. So we made the decision that I would quit watching the little girl that had been coming since September. It was amazing how just making that decision lifted the darkness and my spirits, I started to feel more like myself again. I have loved the time that I have had the last few weeks to spend one on one time with Brooklynn and to even have a little more time for myself.<br />
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Also, we traded in our Altima for a Chryself Pacifica. We are loving our new car (especially that even with rolling over the remainder of our loan on the Altima our car payment is still a little less that what we were paying before)! Brooklynn especially loves being taller and able to see out the window better and I love that I don't have to bend over to get her in/out of her carseat!!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-67705051350791004212012-02-28T08:02:00.000-08:002012-02-28T08:02:40.457-08:00Here we are!<div style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn has just started getting into the mimicking stage. Seriously, it has been so hard to try to get her to repeat or say things, but now it seems like she is constantly amazing me with new words and actual phrases. We spent the day with my parents 2 Saturdays ago because Eric had to work. We took a long drive and ended up on the other side of the Puget Sound. We thought it would be fun to take the ferry back (Brooklynn has only been on one in utero). When we got upstairs and found a seat my dad said, "here we are." Brooklynn pretty much repeated that phrase the whole time we crossed the Sound. It is so cute to hear her excited "Here we are!" exclamation. She has reused her new phrase the last few days and it is super cute every time! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some other new words/phrases:</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Light on (She is constantly exclaiming "light!" when she wants to play in the kitchen, but adding "on" was a fun new development)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Help please (she has long been saying each word separately but we spent last week working on her combining those two words and she is doing pretty good at it.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Phone (she misses the "ph" sound and adds an "n" at the beginning)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~In there (usually referring to the baby when we ask her where he is and she pokes my belly button)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~somersault</div><div style="text-align: center;">~work</div><div style="text-align: center;">~look (usually when she is telling me to look for trucks and buses in the car for her)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~House (anytime we talk about family we ask where they are and she will say "house." She is so adamant about it that she gets upset if we tell her they are somewhere other than their house). </div><div style="text-align: center;">~I don't know (it used to be "no know")<br />
~I see you<br />
~I got you<br />
~another one<br />
~other one<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn is also getting much better at pronouncing words she's been saying for awhile properly. "Doh" has become "show." "Dar" has become "Char." She is also working on her letters and colors. Thanks to "Super Why" she can sometimes point out letters along with the show and will even sound them out with Princess Presto. She also now loves to sit on my lap and pick out the letters on my sweatshirt/shirt, and she's getting pretty good at it. I absolutely love watching her grow and develop this way!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Here we are!"</td></tr>
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-88869904916520984562012-02-13T21:21:00.000-08:002012-02-13T21:21:51.799-08:00It's a......<div style="text-align: center;">We were supposed to have our ultrasound last Wednesday, but the tech was sick. Fortunately they were able to reschedule us fairly quickly and we were able to have our ultrasound this evening. YAY!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnN3QZN7eaqUMQyqlGWCp_Ar8UqgFN4Rh625s-R1siuYYgydRbIyfXNEjyD6TqxAL7JkPjb2YgR1c-UN3t8u6_gsmeNjYYyjhZIlImaFm_xLOFyawDPpqkQe-KEA3OwQoAxKDGF_fHZhX/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnN3QZN7eaqUMQyqlGWCp_Ar8UqgFN4Rh625s-R1siuYYgydRbIyfXNEjyD6TqxAL7JkPjb2YgR1c-UN3t8u6_gsmeNjYYyjhZIlImaFm_xLOFyawDPpqkQe-KEA3OwQoAxKDGF_fHZhX/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She really wasn't digging having her picture taken, but we are super excited to be having a boy! Fortunately Brooklynn's brother wasn't shying away from the "camera" this evening. We got plenty of great views of him and we don't have to wait 2 more weeks (like we did with Brooklynn) to find out that he is a boy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6HB8RUtEufrrbMI7JdObKsw8kss3SB2jQiCLPG_2X0wJeBz1MO9sPVb5VuwijW74NRAngKEhvvCMMtxqlr1_S7_1-v0wTUviQT10Upful6rtCBafX2S_Ps4pN5pnpODvy9v0q8MjJwdH/s1600/baby+boy+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY6HB8RUtEufrrbMI7JdObKsw8kss3SB2jQiCLPG_2X0wJeBz1MO9sPVb5VuwijW74NRAngKEhvvCMMtxqlr1_S7_1-v0wTUviQT10Upful6rtCBafX2S_Ps4pN5pnpODvy9v0q8MjJwdH/s320/baby+boy+02.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I love little feet!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-41972876263813359142012-02-06T20:50:00.000-08:002012-02-06T20:50:52.363-08:0020 weeks<div style="text-align: center;">So I have finally decided that I look pregnant and not fat. In fact, at church yesterday as I was climbing over Eric and Brooklynn to get back into our pew I could see the couple behind us whisper to each other. And then he asked if we were expecting another. They did say that it's the first time they have noticed any showing-ness, so hopefully that means I wasn't looking as fat as I thought I was! I guess this makes my prego belly official. So, here's a belly shot (please forgive my end of day no make-up appearance!):</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0Ek0ebYNiaUHfVlJ5SYo07Q_SY9A-PU13WxlpqUbOxAQ335ekfQmw-Qnw93bj7xy39_WpsMd1cLDpXUaNdfnMOEZwfwmWxvSjBmDLA8P0Sg4W9GlcTvhzSHlNBwTshyphenhyphen_b3plnLd8plks/s1600/DSCF0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht0Ek0ebYNiaUHfVlJ5SYo07Q_SY9A-PU13WxlpqUbOxAQ335ekfQmw-Qnw93bj7xy39_WpsMd1cLDpXUaNdfnMOEZwfwmWxvSjBmDLA8P0Sg4W9GlcTvhzSHlNBwTshyphenhyphen_b3plnLd8plks/s320/DSCF0310.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have also been feeling pretty pregnant the last week or so. My lower back has been <i>killing</i> me! I am experiencing the difficulty breathing (shortness of breath/getting winded) and have chronic nasal congestion. (That combination makes it hard to eat without my mouth open, which Eric loves to make fun of!) I don't remember when that all started with Brooklynn, but I feel like it is way early this time. It is getting more and more uncomfortable to bend over and to have Brooklynn sit/lay on my lap. I have also seen the return of my pregnancy toe cramps. I used to get them pretty frequently even before I was pregnant with Brooklynn and then while I was pregnant with her all I had to do was move my toes the wrong way and they would instantly cramp. No fun and definitely not something that I am excited to have return, especially since I don't recall experiencing any cramps since Brooklynn was born.<br />
One thing that I am excited has not shown up yet (<i>knock on wood!</i>) is heartburn. I remember taking a bite of salsa in my first trimester with Brooklynn and I had almost instant heartburn. I pretty much stopped eating spicy food with her (which seriously decreased my tolerance for my love of spicy food). And even without spicy food I still had heartburn pretty much constantly. With this little bundle I have been eating tons of tabasco and I had a jalapeno burger last Friday. I have yet to experience any heartburn! I wanted to test it out last night, so I had some of my mom's buffalo chicken wings (even though I hate eating meat on a bone). Nothing! Let's hope it never shows up!<br />
We are so excited for our next ultrasound and to find out what this baby is!! We find out later this week, feel free to place your guesses!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-19696801693612668162012-02-06T13:46:00.000-08:002012-02-06T13:46:44.473-08:00We bought.....<div style="text-align: center;">....A HOUSE!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's right, we are now officially homeowners! We found a super deal on a multi-family home. We have a 3 bedroom 1 1/2 bath home and a one bedroom detached apartment. So not only will be homeowners, we will be landlords. Scary, right?!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is without a doubt a fixer-upper and it has tons of potential. Because we don't have tens of thousands of dollars laying around to do the work ourselves we went with a rehab loan. So the cost of fixing the two houses will be wrapped up into our mortgage and we will have a contractor do the heavy work for us, which will take like 3-6 weeks. We will do the easy stuff. Like paint and replace doors (because interior doors would cost like $200-300 through the contractor because of labor. Crazy, right?!) and of course decorate! I am so excited to decorate! I never really did much by way of decoration in either of our places the last 3 1/2 years because they never really felt like "ours." Well, now it is most certainly ours and there is so much fun decorating that will be happening.<br />
I am so happy that the loan process is finally over! It took FOREVER....like nearly 5 months. We put an offer in on the house in September and were on track to be done with the loan and in the house by the end of the year. We were going through a family friend to obtain the loan through Bank of America. A few weeks into the process he was told that BoA was no longer going to allow outside lenders to offer their loans. He talked them into letting him finish ours. He was just about to get into the meat and potatoes of the process and he was told that he was not going to be able to finish our loan. So we had to go directly through BoA and they started <i>completely</i> over and did so at a snail's pace. They kept saying things would happen by a certain time and then it would actually happen like 2-4 weeks later. We had to get like 3 or 4 extensions, all of which they said they could close the file by and then couldn't. It was absolutely frustrating!! But it is finally OVER!! And now the real fun begins!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-55471247788573818182012-02-01T19:42:00.000-08:002012-02-01T19:42:23.698-08:00Gymnastics<div style="text-align: center;">I've been wanting to sign Brooklynn up for gymnastics for quite a while now. I finally got Eric on board with the idea (probably because our Parks and Rec department offers it for $33/month) and intended to sign her up starting in January. Oops! Totally forgot!!<br />
Last Friday I got a great reminder that our little girl needs to try out gymnastics. Brooklynn was playing around and she had her head on the floor and her butt in the air and she just kicked her feet over and did a somersault! I know, I know. It was totally not intentional. But she realized how cool it was after it happened and then she did like 3-4 more, and those <i>were</i> intentional. So I called that afternoon and signed our little Monkey up!<br />
We had her first class tonight and it was tons of fun (and super tiring for this mommy). We were waiting for her class to start she kept saying "play! play!" She did really well considering it was her first time and she's really not used to such structured "playing." Her favorite part was jumping down the long trampoline but she also like swinging on the bar.<br />
It was so crazy trying to keep her in line and not running off and helping her do all the different things that I wasn't really able to take any pictures, maybe someday someone will be able to go with me and they can be the photographer. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off we go....so excited!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's really blurry because she was moving so fast, but <br />
you can still see how much fun she was having.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-11192759994689035442012-01-27T08:09:00.000-08:002012-01-27T08:09:54.461-08:00Winter Finally Hit<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div>And it sure hit hard!! </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div>Last week we got enough snow to cripple the Seattle area. (We just don't get enough of it on a regular basis so the city is not equipped with snow plows and good preventative measures. Plus, there are so many huge hills in the area that driving around can be pretty treacherous. Call us wimps if you want, but it is what it is). I think we had about 3-4 inches here in Auburn between Sunday and Wednesday morning.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying the snow on Sunday after church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's go for a walk! (Eric assured me you wouldn't be <br />
able to tell I buttoned her coat wrong....not true!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So pretty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our accumulation</td></tr>
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Wednesday was a snow day for the City of Tukwila, but Eric had to go in because no one else would/could and his boss doesn't actually know how to do any IT stuff. We were really looking forward to a snow day so we could play with Brooklynn. It turns out that B is not so much a fan of playing in the snow, but she loves the idea of going out in it and playing or just watching it out the window. We tried to go for a walk while it was snowing on Sunday and it was just a bunch of tears and she refused to walk. I bundled her up on Wednesday and she would only stand on her own in our neighbors tire tracks. But she was super excited when I told her we were going out and she loved being in her snow suit so much that she wouldn't let me take it off for a good 10 minutes after going inside. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't let this face fool you....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....it spent most the time outside like this!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Done "playing" but still in our snowsuit!</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div>The real trouble came late Wednesday night/Thursday morning. We had some freezing rain that completely covered our trees and bushes in like 1/2-1 inch of ice. Therwere tons of branches and trees that came down, which resulted in hundreds of thousands of people losing their power. We were the lucky recipients of losing power at 5:45 Thursday morning! We had no idea when we would be getting our power up so we packed ourselves up and headed to my parents house because they never lose power! We called everyday at least once to get an update on when our power would come back we were always told that they had no estimate of when they would be able to fix our outage. So we "moved" in with my parents and stayed with them from Thursday mid-morning until Monday evening. We found out on Monday that we had power and a neighbor informed us that our power returned Friday night! While we were happy to find out our power was on it was frustrating to be told for 3 days that we did not have power and they had no idea when it would be fixed! Regardless of the frustration of being misinformed we are very blessed to have my parents so close and that they are willing and able to take us in and keep us warm and fed. We are especially grateful that we had a place to go at this time because Brooklynn ended up getting sick and needing multiple baths that we would not have been able to give her with our power out! Despite being sick, she had a great time spending a long weekend with Nana and Papa.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div>Some of the results of the icestorm in our neighborhood:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This tree is right outside our door and was <br />
hanging so low I hit my head a few times!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a tree in our backyard</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our privacy bushes almost completely covering Brooklynn's slide/climber<br />
(they have mostly gone back upright...only a few branches were too weak to go back up)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ice we took off a branch</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Some broken trees down our street:<br />
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Hanging out at the refugee center:<br />
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-80245632617451910952012-01-24T11:25:00.000-08:002012-01-24T11:25:25.899-08:0019 months<div style="text-align: center;">I started this post at the beginning of the month, when Brooklynn turned 19 months....now she is almost 20 months! Oops!<br />
There really isn't anything special about Brooklynn's monthly milestones anymore, but it's just nice to have a reason to update. We just had a well-child appointment and our little peanut is now: 33 inches tall (80th percentile) and 23 lbs 2 oz (30th percentile). It's funny because sometimes I look at her and am so amazed at how big she is and old she is starting to look and act, and other times I look at her and think that she is so tiny!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BS8pC1LxXnfapr6wqNUKPV5pShSR2d7UZgCeA6I4cbEzivXmcNIUUdLYr_yskUEzOmJBPIBA9ZBXv7_JR4pgMYktX8smUKfVaPCzIo4m5k0R3_MymCE_VAYaocgn9fguwJbAFAbdOM7O/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BS8pC1LxXnfapr6wqNUKPV5pShSR2d7UZgCeA6I4cbEzivXmcNIUUdLYr_yskUEzOmJBPIBA9ZBXv7_JR4pgMYktX8smUKfVaPCzIo4m5k0R3_MymCE_VAYaocgn9fguwJbAFAbdOM7O/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn continues to run around ALL DAY long. Her energy is boundless. Many times as she is running around like a child hopped up on caffeine (which she is not) I get asked, "Is she like this all day long?" The answer is YES! She continues to have no fear (except for loud noises) and is constantly trying new death defying feats.<br />
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She has a new found love for singing "If you're happy and you know it," "The itsy bitsy spider," and "Old Mac Donald." We usually bust them out in the car in order to keep her happy. The only down side...once we start she doesn't want us to stop!<br />
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We are struggling with the concept of sharing right now. I know that it happens to everyone, which is why I am not too worried. But it still isn't very fun to deal with, especially when I have 1-2 other children in the house that would also like to play with toys. A few nights last week she would cry out "mine, mine, mine" in her sleep. Maybe she was dreaming about being back at her P-Pa's house with 3 of her cousins and having to share all of her toys there!<br />
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She continues to surprise us with new words randomly. The other day we were in the bathroom and she pointed to the clock and said "clock." I don't even remember talking to her about clocks or ever pointing one out to her, so I'm not sure where it came from! She is getting better at repeating words that we say, but normally not when we are actually trying to get her to say them! Such a stubborn girl has to do things on her own terms! The one word that she struggles with (and that I know she used to say and still knows how to say) is "more." For some reason she says "Neh." We don't know where or why this has come about. She will occasionally say "more" if we fully and exaggeratedly enunciate it for her, but she's been in a stubborn mood lately and wont even do that.<br />
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We are still slowly working on potty training. She is getting good at telling us when she is poopy or wet and on occasion will tell us before she actually poops. She will sit on the potty now, but we still can't get her to do anything while she is there. We'll get there though. Hopefully we can have her trained before the baby comes the end of June, it would be so nice not to have 2 kiddos in diapers!<br />
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Brooklynn is a great helper and loves to bring me things and help me in the kitchen. She always wants to be up on the kitchen counter right in the mix of things. My mom is really good with her in the kitchen and always takes the time to let Brooklynn pour or stir or play in bubbles while she does the dishes. Something I don't always take the time to do.<br />
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</div>Brooklynn is <i>obsessed</i> with bags/purses. If she has a bag to carry around she is a happy girl. She has an adorable church bag that my mom made for her and she always insists on carrying it herself. Sometimes she even insists on taking it when we go grocery shopping or running other errands. It is so cute to watch her carry a bag around. She also discovered the stickers in my crafting drawers and has been obsessed with them. She is constantly asking to have stickers and she loves to put them on her face and ours, as well as on pieces of paper (and sometimes the floor and the couch).<br />
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Brooklynn has also become obsessed with Elmo and constantly is asking for him. She also loves Big Bird, which surprised me because we haven't seen too much of him on the newer episodes of Sesame Street. Her other favorite show to watch is Super Why. She is always asking for WhyWhy.<br />
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Brooklynn has almost perfected her skill of dressing herself. She is super amazing at putting on her own shirt (and taking it off as well) and can now pull her own pants up. The only hitch with the pants is that she hasn't quite figured out that she has to pull her pants up in the back as well, so she usually has a cute little diaper bum hanging out of her pants. Her shirt isn't always on the right way, but we'll work on that! She loves to take off and put on her socks too. She hasn't quite mastered her shoes, but she's trying.<br />
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</div>We have entered a bad sleeping phase. We went through a few weeks where she would wake up at 2:00 in the morning and when we would get her back to sleep she would refuse to go back in her bed. We are not sure how she does it, but even sound asleep she knows we are trying to put her back in bed and she will cling on for dear life and cry. Which means she was spending about half the night in our bed just so that we could get some sleep ourselves. We finally got it figured out that if she is in bed by 7:30 she will sleep through the night. So Brooklynn now has a new bedtime. We've still had a few problems with her sometimes waking up at 5:00 or so due to her not feeling well, but we are thankfully back to sleeping through the night! Even though it was frustrating and tiring there was still a silver lining in the situation (which I think is true for most hard/challenging parenting situations): the early morning hours when I am hoping she will fall back to sleep in bed with us so that I can get another 30-60 minutes of sleep is when she gives the best love! I get so many sweet little kisses all over my face and hugs that just make me melt!<br />
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Brooklynn LOVES cream of wheat. That little girl almost can't get enough hot cereal! She also has a new found love for scrambled eggs. She is a really good breakfast eater and will gobble up her whole plate. But she is a little hit and miss with lunch and dinner. Give her a snack though and she is in heaven! She loves chips, fruit snacks, crackers, and of course candy. Poor little girl didn't stand a chance! At least she gets one good meal in her. (And I promise we don't just let her eat junk food all day. We hardly ever have chips and when we do they normally are tortilla chips and we don't keep candy in the house. Thankfully the Holidays and all the goodies that come with them are over!)<br />
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</div>We definitely have our moments, but all in all I couldn't ask for a better little girl. She is going to be a <i>great</i> big sister!<br />
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-17226553717840922472012-01-08T08:12:00.000-08:002012-01-08T08:12:04.993-08:002nd Trimester!!!<div style="text-align: center;">I am so excited to be out of the first trimester! We are almost 15 weeks now, so it's been a few weeks. I think my favorite part of pregnancy is leaving the first trimester! It's amazing how much better I feel and how much more I am able to accomplish now. I'm sure Eric is enjoying having real meals at dinner!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is so much nicer being pregnant and not working full time! Yes, I have a toddler to take care of and a house to keep in order and meals to prepare, but I am able to take a nap or not do much of anything at all if I'm not feeling up to it. With Brooklynn I was exhausted all the time. I was going to bed like at 8:00-8:30 because I was so tired from working. Then because I was going to bed so early I was waking up at like 4:00-4:30 every morning. Waking up so early made me super tired at work, with no chance whatsoever of taking a nap. It was a vicious cycle. With this baby I am still tired throughout the day and I am usually ready to head to bed earlier than normal, but I have a few nights a week where I stay up to my normal 10:00 or so.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember being in the hospital with Brooklynn and when the contractions started to get uncomfortable the nurse suggested I get in the whirlpool tub. Being in that hot water just made me sick, weird right? I don't think I lasted even 10 minutes in that tub. I haven't taken any baths, but during the first trimester my shower would make me sick if it was too hot. I had quite a few showers that ended with a visit to the porcelain bowl. Not fun. I am so glad that I have not experienced that in the last few weeks!<br />
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So far I don't really have any cravings, and I don't really remember having cravings with Brooklynn, and not too much makes me sick. I have a hard time cooking with garlic (which happened which happened with Brooklynn too) because I just can't handle the smell. I love having fresh garlic in my food so I still use it, I just try to get incorporated into the food as quickly as possible!<br />
Probably one of the strangest, and most tragic, aversions I have is to my chapstick. I have used Natural Ice for years and I absolutely love it. Eric says that I am addicted. But when I put it on it makes me sick! I think it's the mentholatum. So I have converted back to the traditional Perkins Chapstick Brand. Seriously, if you don't have at least 3 tubes of Chapstick open at one time (in various places of convenience) then you are not a Perkins! Hopefully I can return to my Natural Ice once this baby makes it's arrival.<br />
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We are so excited to find out what this baby is next month!! 4 weeks can just not go fast enough!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">sorry, no baby bump pics yet b/c I just look fat and not so much pregnant, and I am just not ready!</span></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-40587965538046855652012-01-06T10:00:00.000-08:002012-01-06T10:00:01.807-08:00Hello 2012!!<div style="text-align: center;">It's hard to believe that another year has gone by! They just seem to go faster and faster the older I get. Does anybody else feel that way?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have had a great year here in Compton Land. We didn't really do anything extraordinary, but we delighted in the ordinary. We enjoyed all the time that we were able to spend with family for birthdays, vacations, stay-cations and holidays. It has been absolutely amazing watching Brooklynn grow and develop into the happy, confident spit-fire she is today. She definitely kept us on our toes this past year from the very beginning, I still can't believe that she started walking last January! We had tons of fun trying to keep up with her, something that I am sure will not be changing in the near future.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">In keeping with our pace for 2011 we didn't do anything extraordinary for New Year's Eve. We stayed home, ordered a pizza, drank Cherry Dr. Pepper, gave Brooklynn a bath and watched Inception (which we had never seen before, but apparently bought on Black Friday). I didn't see the ball drop, but I did manage to stay up later than I thought I would (I think it was 11:00).<br />
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We are definitely looking forward to 2012 and all the changes and exciting times that it will bring. We are excited to finish up the purchase of our first home and finally have our own space. We will even get to attend and celebrate a sealing this Spring (Congrats Nicole and Sean!). But I think that we are most excited to welcome our second child this summer and even out the parent-child ratio. And of course we look forward to all the things that will just naturally come about as we progress through the year. Hopefully we can find a way to throw in a few family trips as well!<br />
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I definitely have some personal goals for 2012:<br />
1. Healthy pregnancy<br />
2. Keep pregnancy weight gain under control<br />
3. Lose baby weight and get into shape, hopefully to my goal weight by the end of the year<br />
3. Be better with my personal prayers<br />
4. Read my scriptures daily<br />
5. Have family home evening<br />
6. Be better about keeping the house organized and clean<br />
7. Play more with Brooklynn<br />
Hopefully I can work hard to accomplish all of these goals and improve myself spiritually and as a wife and mother.</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-65836628397116707312012-01-05T10:37:00.000-08:002012-01-05T11:19:38.083-08:00Christmas<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">**I started this almost a week ago, but blogger wouldn't upload my pictures and I just now got around to getting back to it. And I had so many fun pictures I thought I would try a collage**</span><br />
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I hope everyone had as great of a Christmas as we did!!<br />
Our Christmas started early with the surprise arrival of Ali and Kyle on Thursday evening! We had no idea that they were coming and showed up to my parents house for dinner to find their car parked outside. It was great to have them home and to be able to spend time with them. We had so much that I never got around to taking a picture of just the two of them like I had planned.<br />
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Christmas Eve was our annual Doughnut making with my family. This year my parents changed it up and did an open house. It was really fun to have everyone come over and enjoy the fresh out of the fryer doughnuts and visit with them. My dad and I have traditionally been the fryer and the glazer (for the last 10 years or so), but shortly before everyone started arriving Dad burned himself pretty badly and once the crowd gathered Brooklynn was overwhelmed and needed Mommy so we swapped out with Eric and Kyle. They may be novices, but they did an amazing job and kept up with the demand for doughnuts!<br />
After resting from our demanding morning of doughnut production we went bowling with some family friends and then joined them for soup and a Christmas program.<br />
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Our final Christmas celebration was actually on New Years Day. We got together with the Compton clan for the Annual party and gift exchange.We ate tons of food and had fun visiting with family we don't see quite as often. Brooklynn got to play with all her cousins and managed to sneak tons of candy and sweets, it's pretty much all that she ate! She also got to open up some more presents from Eric's aunts and uncles. Definitely a fun way to end our Holiday season and start the new year!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-33605779597121231742011-12-22T09:49:00.000-08:002011-12-22T09:49:26.241-08:00Holiday Fun<div style="text-align: center;">I am so glad that I started feeling better a few weeks ago, just in time to enjoy some holiday fun!! (But not soon enough for me to justify putting up the Christmas tree....oh well).<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We kicked off our Holiday Celebrations with the Garden D'Lights at the Bellevue Botanical Gardens with my parents. My family has done this for many years and I introduced Eric to it the first year we were married, so I guess it's something of a tradition. We didn't take many pictures because we have tons of pictures of the lights from previous years. All of the lights on display are flowers or animals, they literally make a garden out of lights. Brooklynn was a little put of by the cold at first, and possibly the big puffy jacket we made her wear. But she eventually warmed up and enjoyed running around looking at the lights. Her favorite part of the night? I have no doubt that it would be when P-Pa took us to Dairy Queen for blizzards! Our little girl loves her some ice cream, or "mymeam" as she would say.<br />
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Last weekend we took a trip into the city with my parents and rode the monorail and then went to see the giant gingerbread houses they have on display every year. Again, this is something that my family has done for years (according to my Dad, it's was our 15th annual trip) and something that I introduced to Eric when we got married. This year the theme was "Holiday Express." As always the displays were wonderful. This was the first year that we went on a Saturday afternoon and encountered a huge line...lesson learned! It was also naptime so B got a little unruly, but she was outnumbered 4:1 so we were able to keep mostly her in control!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and trying to hang herself? She really loved the velvet rope dividers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....and of course, it was platform 9 3/4 complete with a flying Harry.</td></tr>
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Yesterday we had a playdate with 3 other families in our ward to decorate sugar cookies. B decided that it would be fun to wake up at 4:30 yesterday so at 10:00 when we are driving the 10 minutes to our friend's house she falls asleep!! I tried so hard to keep her awake. I sang "If you're happy and you know it" and "Old MacDonald" and even tried shaking her leg and yelling to her. It was definitely a losing batle! So B spent the first 20-30 minutes of the playdate asleep on the couch while the kids played around her! Fortunately she woke up soon enough to decorate some cookies (read: eat all the frosting off the cookies while I decorated) and play some. </div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-13539981952086325832011-12-17T07:21:00.000-08:002011-12-17T07:21:30.285-08:00Coming soon.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhw75pcmbM27cLCOV65WVQ-L9LthMvfxGRo1Ldj08GrNf-BJKUQ9oGHjexxjUlEvCdw8-dAUoTyi8jDOgpGLq5Cx5LrZb5Uo8S_GeFh42UxQRa1AilXPhEHogXL1bTaZ8fLIqMg5RVPEH/s1600/ULTRASOUND_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmhw75pcmbM27cLCOV65WVQ-L9LthMvfxGRo1Ldj08GrNf-BJKUQ9oGHjexxjUlEvCdw8-dAUoTyi8jDOgpGLq5Cx5LrZb5Uo8S_GeFh42UxQRa1AilXPhEHogXL1bTaZ8fLIqMg5RVPEH/s320/ULTRASOUND_0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's right!!! There's a new baby on the way! The babies due date is July 2. My mom is really hoping for a July 4th baby, but that is definitely NOT going to happen. Because I had a c-section with Brooklynn when she was in the right position and wasn't a huge baby I have only a 10% chance of a <i>successful</i> VBAC. Not very good odds at all! And the worst case scenario is that my uterus could rupture (which doesn't sound like fun). So we will be scheduling a c-section for this little bundle of joy. C-sections are usually scheduled in the 39 week, so we will most likely be picking a birthday in the last week of June. I really like the idea of having a July baby, but I think I am going to have to get over that!<br />
I am really glad to be at the end of my first trimester and finally feeling better. I have been SOOO sick. With Brooklynn I would start to feel sick around 3:00 in the afternoon and I don't think I was throwing up every day. With this baby I was waking up feeling sick, throw up a few times a day, and feel sick all day long. I could not get anything done. It was literally all that I could do to feed my child and make dinner. I've logged a lot of couch time the last few weeks. Thankfully the nausea has subsided and I am starting to feel like a normal person again. And most importantly I have been able to take care of my house and family much better than before. (In fact, because I was so sick we decided that we had to speed up our timetable for our announcement. Our original plan was to announce at Christmas, but we spent Thanksgiving week at the Compton's and knew we wouldn't be able to make it through the week without suspicion. So we told family a month early).<br />
We have told Brooklynn that we are having a baby and that the baby is in mommy's tummy. If you ask her where the baby is she will lift my shirt up and give my stomach kisses, it's pretty sweet. And sometimes if you just mention the word baby she will do the same. But she definitely does not understand what exactly it means! She loves babies, so we'll see how she does when the baby finally comes!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-68980680968119154952011-12-16T13:36:00.000-08:002011-12-17T07:22:14.150-08:0018 months old<div style="text-align: center;">Our sweet baby girl is now 18 months old (last Wednesday)! How did that happen? I cannot get over how much she has changed in the last 6 months. She really is like a little person now. She has all of her teeth now, so gone are the tooth gaped baby smiles. Her hair is getting so long, which means all her baby fuzz is gone. And she is talking a TON, which is definitely not baby-like at all!<br />
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While we were in Utah she became obsessed with TV for some reason (it was really weird because it was like never on). She now is constantly asking to watch a "doh" (show). She loves Sesame Street, Curious George, The Backyardigans, Arthur, and Super Why. She is so obsessed with her shows that she knows how to turn on Netflix on my phone and start her own show!<br />
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Brooklynn loves to put her own clothes on....they just aren't neccesarily where they belong and she usually has other clothes on already! But she is getting really good at putting on socks and pants and getting a shirt over her head.<br />
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We have struggled with her solid food eating and milk drinking, but she is starting to get better with both. She will eat most of anything I give her, as long as it doesn't have meat in it. The only exception to that is chicken nuggets, fish sticks and sometimes hotdogs. She is even starting to drink some milk, the most she'll drink in one day is about 8 oz.<br />
We are definitely in the "terribles" phase. Lots of little breakdowns throughout the day, usually the result of having to share or being told that she can't have my phone. When it comes time to fix dinner is when she has the biggest meltdown. As soon as I go to make dinner she has to have me right the second! She is really struggling with sharing right now and doesn't really want anyone to play with her toys most of the time. Her favorite words right now: Mine and No. Good times!<br />
Some other new fun words she is saying:<br />
*ight= light<br />
*mote/momote= remote<br />
*unch= lunch<br />
*ninner= dinner<br />
*dekfas= breakfast<br />
*milk<br />
*diader= diaper<br />
*pease<br />
*dank you<br />
*dorry<br />
*up<br />
*all done<br />
*bite<br />
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**Sometimes she will say please, thank you, or sorry without being prompted! Such a proud moment to see that she understands manners on a small level!**<br />
***Funny story: last night Brooklynn was force feeding me fish crackers and after she hard core forced on into my mouth she told me to say "Thank you." When I didn't say thank you she put her hand to my mouth to sign it for me as she say said thank you.***<br />
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Our summer was filled with days playing at the park and backyard sprinklers. We even had a few opportunities to get together and play with cousins, which is always a favorite. I am still surprised at how fast the summer flew by!<br />
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that all 9 of them are together at one time.</td></tr>
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</div>In August Brooklynn and I took her first plane ride to visit Aunt Ali and Uncle Kyle in Utah. We don't get to see them nearly enough so it was great to have a week to spend time with them and for Brooklynn to get to know them some more. We had a great time visiting with family and old friends. The worst part of the trip: the HOT weather (and being away from Daddy for a week). This mommy does not like hot weather!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting Jennie's baby Adeline. Brooklynn LOVES babies!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>More from our trip: a visit to the aqaurium, playing at the park, and hanging out on BYU campus while Aunt Ali was in class.<br />
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Life has been pretty busy and sometimes hectic the last few months. I started watching my nephew full days instead of half days twice a week. Luckily I can get him and Brooklynn to nap at the same time! I also started watching another little girl a few times a week. The first month it was full days like 3 times a week, now it's half days like twice a week. I definitely like the the new schedule much better. Our house is sometimes crazy during the day and it's hard to get things done, but it's nice to be able to bring some extra money in.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a great Halloween as the Flintstones. I made all our costumes, without patterns, and was super happy with the outcome. I literally finished my dress when it was time for us to go to the trunk or treat in my parent's ward! We were definitely a hit trick or treating at the mall. People were asking to take our picture and everything, it was crazy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4CBi0UOPjtYZaf3My93HP1GMlVTjV7bIn80rXSy9mrodSt7PT5gxKSj2EXDqItpSfmstku5UlpIRDylo1GhZgCDCymx43BgNed7MZciDyQVOuYDEWQZWhCQHmPUzfoBI_v_v4YKDS1gY/s1600/DSCF1363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4CBi0UOPjtYZaf3My93HP1GMlVTjV7bIn80rXSy9mrodSt7PT5gxKSj2EXDqItpSfmstku5UlpIRDylo1GhZgCDCymx43BgNed7MZciDyQVOuYDEWQZWhCQHmPUzfoBI_v_v4YKDS1gY/s320/DSCF1363.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For Thanksgiving we spent a week with Eric's family in Wapato. It was so nice and relaxing. (Except for when we braved the crowds for Black Friday shopping, what a crazy night!) I love when Brooklynn is able to spend time with her cousins. I love seeing them all together and watching them play. It is pretty much non stop play at Grandma's house when we are all there! While we were there we took a train ride to "the North Pole" and met Santa and Mrs. Clause. Brooklynn barely tolerated them this year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwavBi5GY664WGaQFWG-67xr2I7tEeBC_NfJ3Hg4mqXDdKkdjBoEsh4tR4Bue0lHVRg0vG2en4GGPYHDOVNL3G-qM8VpnOGQfXiHf-deP3_dUrKDw46-DYzq5FVNqEtpDONXsOkPv7r2AL/s1600/DSCF1511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwavBi5GY664WGaQFWG-67xr2I7tEeBC_NfJ3Hg4mqXDdKkdjBoEsh4tR4Bue0lHVRg0vG2en4GGPYHDOVNL3G-qM8VpnOGQfXiHf-deP3_dUrKDw46-DYzq5FVNqEtpDONXsOkPv7r2AL/s320/DSCF1511.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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At the train depot checking out the trains before taking our train ride to the "North Pole."<br />
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-43916035577570933252011-07-30T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-30T20:00:02.571-07:00Fresh Produce<div style="text-align: center;">We had a Relief Society (the women's organization at church) a few weeks ago and I found out that a food co-op (<a href="https://contributions2.bountifulbaskets.org/home.html">Bountiful Baskets</a>) for fresh fruits and veggies had finally made it to Western Washington! This was the first weekend since I found out about it that I was able to participate and I am so excited for the yummy, super fresh produce!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at my $15.00 basket!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3-8QRAKOF9qmrx1IZyJGjQvUl5ASUIEzlyvKoqqY-0wX4cENDsSfVYV814HAQNRAvZyP2nWhNOaW9LPyYsptw3JL0g4gGSvVJiSaursKdTe_k-671Tj8HN1n0I6z1ayabud6bE7GxbWx/s1600/DSCF0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3-8QRAKOF9qmrx1IZyJGjQvUl5ASUIEzlyvKoqqY-0wX4cENDsSfVYV814HAQNRAvZyP2nWhNOaW9LPyYsptw3JL0g4gGSvVJiSaursKdTe_k-671Tj8HN1n0I6z1ayabud6bE7GxbWx/s400/DSCF0810.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">2 Mangoes, 5 bananas, 8 white peaches, 5 fuji apples, 8 oranges, 1 pineapple, 1 bunch of kale, 7 baby bok choy, 1 eggplant, 1 english cucumber, and 1 bunch broccoli.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Totally worth it!!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-75766233537730155872011-07-30T10:56:00.000-07:002011-07-30T10:56:46.235-07:00Still Just a Baby<div style="text-align: center;">We have been getting so frustrated with Brooklynn lately. She is so feisty and strong willed and is in a stage where she thinks it's funny to do things that we are telling her not to do. She loves to dump her food off her plate/bowl and she throws it on the floor if it's not something she wants to eat or if she is done eating. She dumps out her entire box of toys just to dump it out and then will dump it out while we are picking it up. She has started throwing dirt/rocks at people (namely me). She'll turn on/off the TV and then play with the buttons on the side. Nothing we say or do curbs this unwanted behavior. I was talking to my friend Jennie about it yesterday and she helped open my eyes to the fact that Brooklynn is still just a baby! It is so easy for us to forget that she is just barely 1 year old because she is so capable and confident in her movement and abilities. She may be able to climb on anything she wants or run and kick and a ball but she just doesn't have the mental capacity to understand consequences and retain the information of what she should and shouldn't do. Thank you Jen for the reminder that we have a BABY and we are the ones that need to be patient and understanding of her learning and growth!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-84488247771674624672011-07-15T12:47:00.000-07:002011-07-15T12:51:18.861-07:0013 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When does it become ridiculous to count your child's age by months?! Regardless of any ridiculousness, Brooklynn is now 13 months and 1 week old. She continues to amaze us every day with her intelligence, quirkiness, humor, and her cuddliness. I have to say that I am loving her increasing willingness to give loves to me and Eric. I get so many hugs and kisses throughout my day now, it's awesome! She absolutely loves spending time outside...good thing we have a backyard to play in! She is really good at playing by herself, which is great for me. I can work on dinner or clean up the kitchen while she plays in the backyard (another reason why I love having a backyard). She has increased her climbing skills and is now able to climb on things that she hasn't been able to do alone before. She can now climb on the couch and she pretty much climbs all the toys at the park. She loves to get her own diaper and wipes when she has a dirty diaper or it's time to put on pajamas and will run to her room. She has been such a good eater lately, which is a welcome change of pace. A lot of times when I ask if she wants breakfast or lunch she will run to the kitchen and smack her hands on the fridge. All in all she is just amazing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She LOVES grapes these days, and is actually into most fruits right now.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She absolutely loves her balls...and loves sitting and <br />
bouncing on them, even if it is her tiny one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More often than not she has to have both <br />
of her balls at the same time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good thing Bryson didn't want his bananas....<br />
Brooklynn stole them all!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying a cherry! This silly girl eats the cherry whole, pit included<br />
and doesn't want anything to do with the cherry if I take the pit out!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is it just me, or does she look like 2 years older in this picture?!?!</td></tr>
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</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-261899513236632782011-07-08T17:25:00.000-07:002011-07-08T17:25:42.653-07:00Celebrating our Independence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We spent the Fourth of July weekend in Wapato with Eric's family. Eric took off Friday and Tuesday so that we could have a super long weekend and I must say it was great to miss the traffic on both ends! We had a great weekend filled with sun, cousins, parks, pool fun, and even a Temple Trip. The only thing that would have made it better would have been Brooklynn sleeping past 6:30 (which, aside from one morning when she woke up at 7:30, was sleeping in for her the whole weekend). But what are you gonna do? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grandma and Grandpa Compton's basement flooded like a month ago and so Friday was spent helping them put the basement back together so that everyone had a place to sleep.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn is such a good helper!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eric and his Dad putting together the food rotation system.<br />
Now he'll know how to do it when we have room for ours!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing with Addison in her seat.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday we went to the Tri-Cities to go to the Temple and then we went to a park for the kids to play in the water before we hit up Famous Dave's for dinner.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn was totally in her element!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She was right in there running around with all the big kids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She kept sticking her head in the fountain, it was awesome!</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">On Sunday after church and naps we had a little photo session with Grandma and Grandpa. 5 kids under 3...not so easy! Brooklynn was super cranky for some reason and really had no interest in sitting still for the pictures. I think someone got a decent shot though!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From L-R: Trenton, Brooklynn, Addison, Chloe, Bryson</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On your mark, get set, GO!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa was winning, until he veered off to corral <br />
Brooklynn who got distracted by the gravel!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at those pointed toes! Maybe she will be a dancer!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">We started off the Fourth with a picnic lunch and feeding the ducks at the park. Then we came home and all the kids went down for naps (the only time the whole weekend they all took naps at the same time, well except Trenton, but he's not loud and into everything yet!) and the adults played ladder golf. After naps it was pool time and more playing outside. Of course, there were also fireworks once it got darker. Let me just say, Brooklynn was not a fan! I don't know what the deal is, but even flowers pop and are super loud now. What gives? Luckily Brooklynn slept through the big stuff so we didn't have to worry about her freaking out.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy 4th of July!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time feeding ducks!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotta get the baby ducks fed too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma helped out with her climbing obsession</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's a fan of taking BIG steps!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma took the kids to roll down the hill....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn thought it was more fun to run down!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn and Chloe are just a month apart from each other.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">What a great weekend! Hope everyone had a great Fourth of July as well!</div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095728228972721296.post-20581756030338832722011-07-05T21:56:00.000-07:002011-07-05T21:56:35.049-07:00Finding her Voice<div style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn has been developing quite the vocabulary the last few weeks. Truth be told most of her words still aren't full words, but they are close enough to the real thing that we know what she is talking about.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her words include:</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Dada (occasionally Daddy)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Jesus</div><div style="text-align: center;">~That<br />
~This</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Yes</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Cookie (sometimes)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Cracker (also only sometimes)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Mama (usually only when she is upset/mad/wants something)</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Cat<br />
~Dog<br />
~Yogurt (she says yoyo)<br />
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We haven't worked too much on Sign Language, but she has picked up a few signs. she knows "milk", "more", "please", "thank you", and she is just starting to grasp "all done". She was most impressive with Thank You as she picked it up after seeing just a few times. I was actually surprised when she said Thank You for the first time.<br />
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Some pictures of the last few weeks:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Brooklynn is lightning fast when it comes to climbing on/in things these days.<br />
Turn your back for 2 seconds and you might find this:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicW6XXMqArC-9m7U9J1gUunGdlwbuI5yn1EnpKPi_38xe3BjqSYSVKKY7jBzUtsukyqNnTw7J0mi3IdGWEavhBe8sFHy6cKj9XgjW7OhN5yyhgqyTrlBgsZ-Yye93NULv_A74vwPUKJjEj/s1600/DSCF0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicW6XXMqArC-9m7U9J1gUunGdlwbuI5yn1EnpKPi_38xe3BjqSYSVKKY7jBzUtsukyqNnTw7J0mi3IdGWEavhBe8sFHy6cKj9XgjW7OhN5yyhgqyTrlBgsZ-Yye93NULv_A74vwPUKJjEj/s320/DSCF0588.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1Dytbs4F2mPvKSzl-S0PcadOFFB803zZ6MtCWXWibFaPPztXpJuoSDNlRTPCsbOsyzFHZnQQ4pZfcp54lbPF8wY85PIUSB3dz-bVFuhPB658HJopX31V0cfQ3hHIXdqWcFCyNO2pfsJe/s1600/DSCF0618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1Dytbs4F2mPvKSzl-S0PcadOFFB803zZ6MtCWXWibFaPPztXpJuoSDNlRTPCsbOsyzFHZnQQ4pZfcp54lbPF8wY85PIUSB3dz-bVFuhPB658HJopX31V0cfQ3hHIXdqWcFCyNO2pfsJe/s320/DSCF0618.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or this (my personal favorite):</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">she really, really loves wipes and found where we store them!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooklynn loves this wagon she got for her birthday. It's not really made to be<br />
ridden in, but she's small and they have tons of fun playing with it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She went down for her nap with her pants on... <br />
Somehow they ended up next to her head!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going in the hard way!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helping Daddy rake the lawn.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out her hair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting comfortable with her new potty chair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master of destruction!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to figure out how she can get in the car while holding her ball.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MvXMfGy3rBWQbvohyphenhypheny9SGtpSajRwQE4VOgfReQ2IzOhe1BrMoziLDkZxXH4T2QkRuIAg6mHXOOVQ0BA_iV8Qi9Jb0EytPE7NfZjJl29Dmzp41S-su0VrQfRS4TNL0WxuDQh_k44VF1EN/s1600/DSCF0665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MvXMfGy3rBWQbvohyphenhypheny9SGtpSajRwQE4VOgfReQ2IzOhe1BrMoziLDkZxXH4T2QkRuIAg6mHXOOVQ0BA_iV8Qi9Jb0EytPE7NfZjJl29Dmzp41S-su0VrQfRS4TNL0WxuDQh_k44VF1EN/s320/DSCF0665.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how I have been finding her lately when she wakes up. She puts her arm up <br />
through the bottom of her shirt and then out the neck. Silly girl!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating dirt because Mommy doesn't feed her enough!</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div>Carahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220896032080799984noreply@blogger.com2