tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65527463837641196412024-03-13T12:16:26.959-04:00Adventures With GwenSamanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.comBlogger587125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-65056783519519359752015-11-12T11:35:00.001-05:002015-11-12T11:55:44.942-05:00This Can't Be Happening.<div style="text-align: center;">
{SO, I wrote this post a while ago, and didn't get around to finishing it. I reopened it this morning, and was kind of sad I didn't post it. I've added on my feelings now that we are a few months into it.}<br />
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I wrote the title of this blog post three days ago. Then, I bawled like a baby and had to shut the computer down. In less than a week, my first born, sweet little Gwen is starting Kindergarten.<br />
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Let me first say that I am SO excited for her. Excited for all she will learn. For all the friendships she will make. For all of the fun she is about to have.<br />
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But, I am so sad.<br />
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"Our" time is over. I know, I know, it's not OVER. But, she won't be here, WITH ME, all day every day anymore. And for the past 5 years... that is all that I, we, have known. And don't get me wrong, there are days that I could lose my mind, but I have loved every. single. second. of it.<br />
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I feel like I have literally blinked and BAM she's going into Kindergarten.<br />
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Weren't we just starting solid foods?! Rolling over?! Walking?!<br />
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Where did it all go??<br />
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My heart aches a little bit. Shit, a lot. UGH!!<br />
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I recently was at my nephew's birthday party and walked into a room and a conversation and overheard a woman saying, "I'm just obsessed with being a mom." And at first, I was like, "Wow, that's intense." But the more and more I think about it, <b>I</b> am obsessed with being a mom to Gwen and Addie. Gwen made me a mom. She and Addie are the greatest gifts I have ever been given. And oddly, I wish I had a little more time before she started school.<br />
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Taking Gwen to school that first day, she did great. We did too, until I got into the car alone (with Addie) on the way home. Our Frozen CD was playing, and I just LOST it. Like, couldn't control it, ugly cry. I was SO sad that she wasn't in the car with me singing "Let It Go" for the umpteenth millionth time. That she wasn't going to run our normal errands with us. I was a mess. <br />
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The next few days, I did ok, but then it happened again. I couldn't control it. I called my husband and laughed, "WHY is this still happening!?!?" I thought I was over this. But, I wasn't yet. Maybe it was because she was turning five that week, or that she had her first loose tooth, who knows. It just seems like so much of the "baby" in her was being taken away all at once. <br />
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She did great going into school, but you could see little changes in her those first few weeks that let me know I wasn't the only one who was feeling it.<br />
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One of the first few days, I went to the store and bought her a garbage can for her room. A FROZEN garbage can. I'm thinking she is going to LOVE it, and be so happy I got her something while she was in school. She'd be all smiles and I get a BEST MOM EVER hug. <br />
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I left it in her room for her to see when she came home, thinking things are always better when a surprise... I was wrong. She came out of the room HYSTERICAL. She was so upset that it was there, but had no real reason for the tears. I told her I would get rid of it then, to which she cried even harder. <br />
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So, let me get this straight. You don't want it, but you don't want me to throw it out either?!? Well, THAT plan backfired. She was up until 10-10:30pm crying and trying to work it out. All of this over a GARBAGE CAN.<br />
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She wasn't upset THAT I bought it. She was upset that I didn't buy it with her. I don't think that she had thought about or realized that Addie and I would still be doing things (things that she had done with us) while she was in school. She was upset that she wasn't a part of it. <br />
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In the morning, she told me that she wanted to keep the garbage can, and I told her that she didn't have to, unless she wanted to. And I reminded her that her and I will still have plenty of time to go out together and shop or run errands or go to the park. I think that helped.<br />
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We are into Kindergarten a little over a month now, and I am happy to report that we are all surviving. Seriously though, it has gotten easier, and we have fallen into quite a nice routine. Does that mean that I don't miss her like crazy?? No. Does it mean that there aren't some days I wish that I could send her <b>back</b> to school?? No. It seems we have found a happy middle ground for the most part.<br />
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I miss knowing every detail of her day. Getting daily details from a 5 year old is like playing a game of Clue. You get a little bit here, a little there, and then it's up to you to put it all together. Or hours, sometimes days later, she pops up with this random piece of info from a question you asked last Tuesday. <br />
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I miss actually conversing with someone who can form a whole sentence all day. Of course, I am loving my time with Addie Kay, but Gwen and I were at a point where we were having "real" conversations. Yes, those conversations were about Disney, dress up, what theme her next birthday (and birthday after that) would be, etc., but they were some funny and entertaining convos. Now, I am back in the land of diciphering screams, points, and half correct words... which on some days can be exhausting in itself.<br />
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I miss her. I just do.<br />
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But, I am beaming with pride because of how well she is doing. She seems smarter (and older) by the day. It's safe to say that her being in school makes me appreciate and treasure the time that she is here with me. And, it is making me value this time with Addie Kay even more. I could start to cry again, just thinking that this will be Addie in a few years. Ugh. I can't.<br />
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Only 12 days until Thanksgiving break. And only 40 until Christmas Break.<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-77656447975688606172015-04-10T13:20:00.000-04:002015-04-10T13:50:15.479-04:00Fear Of Flying.<div style="text-align: center;">
Hey there. Me, again. I'd like to say that I will be posting more or trying to, but even though those are my intentions... I can promise anything. So, maybe we just don't talk about <i>that.</i> </div>
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Easter was great. And exhausting. I must admit that the "Easter Bunny" has a <b>really</b> hard time stopping themself from filling and filling and filling the basket. There's just too many fun things to add in... so deal. </div>
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I know that some people believe that Easter should not be about "gifts," but I would much rather gifts than candy. We also played the "donate your candy/get to buy a <b>small</b> toy" card this year. Gwen and I sorted through her candy and selected a bunch that she "donated" {I don't even know where I came up with donate, but it worked... I'll probably need a more in depth explanation next year} and she then was able to get a small figurine set. Problem solved.</div>
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Next up, only 6 more days until we go to Disney World!! Gwen is filled with excitement and tells (and invites) every one she sees. I will most likely be balling my eyes out the entire trip, just seeing how happy she is and how magical everything is to her. Cannot wait.</div>
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Back to the matter at hand, I actually <b>don't </b>have a fear of flying. I have a fear of flying... with <b>Addie Kay.</b> Girlfriend DOES NOT like being "restrained" - be it carseat, stroller, baby carrier... she wants no part of it. She wants FREEEEEEEDOM. And that is not something that is usually found on an airplane. So, I am a little nervous.</div>
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I mean, I am packing all the essentials: snacks, toys, iPad, etc. But, I feel like I am going to have to buy the plane a round of drinks before we even take off. Thankfully it's only a 2 1/2 hour flight, and not a 2 day drive (could not imagine), but there is the potential that it will be the longest hours of our lives.</div>
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I've even paid for preselected seats. As far in the front as possible so that we will be the last ones on and the first ones off. And you better believe that I will be waiting to the last possible moment to board. If you could, maybe say a Hail Mary or two that we have a safe and smooth flight, and no turbelence either. Hehe.</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-72715238283627799802015-02-05T13:34:00.001-05:002015-02-05T13:34:09.829-05:00Ma'am. And Other Sh*t That Happens After 30.<div style="text-align: center;">
Ma'am. It hurts every time. When did I become Ma'am?? I don't think I look like a "Ma'am" just yet. But, it seems like I am wearing a badge that says "I'm 30, just call me Ma'am." It's painful. I get that it is respectful, but c'mon now... can't I still pass for a "Ms." just for a little while longer?!</div>
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You know what else happened at 30?? I can't see for shit. True story. I've worn glasses/contacts since I was in the third grade, but for the past 5 years, my eyes have stayed the same prescription. Then, BAM... I'm 30... and my prescription increases. Really??? Not only that, but I've become someone who needs my phone flashlight to read things in dim places. You know, moving your body and the menu around to get some good light, kind of person. Like, who are you, Sam?? </div>
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Guess who also showed up to the party at 30?? Gray hair, baby. Yup. Gwen was actually brushing my hair one night and said, "Mom, what's this white stuff in your hair??" I am pretty sure I texted my bff for a hair makeover that night. Maybe, I'll just blame the grays on my children and not my age... I can do that, right?</div>
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Ok, so maybe this isn't so much a "happens after 30," as much as it is a "happens after you become a parent" but, staying up late is any time after 10pm. 11pm on weekends. The other night <b>both</b> of my kids <b>and the dog </b>all decided that 2am was an awesome time to get up and party. Dog had to go out, Addie was wet, and Gwen couldn't sleep. It literally was an hour and a half of craziness. And all I could think was, "Remember when we would still be out at 2am, or just coming home. I certainly can't hang at 2am anymore."</div>
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I actually am loving 30. I am in the healthiest/best shape I have been since probably before I had Gwen and I am happy. And I'll always be younger than the Hubs ;)<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-30547263602487252752015-02-04T13:27:00.001-05:002015-02-04T13:27:41.921-05:00Happy...<div align="center">
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Hey there! It's been a while since we've been here, huh? Sorry about that. Life is pretty busy... and I have to admit that I haven't made this a priority. Forgive? Thanks. Anyway.... Happy 2015!! Hope you had an amazing holiday season and are enjoying a great start to the New Year! Christmas was amazing this year... Gwen made is so super enjoyable. We celebrated so many days with so many different parts of our family, that Gwen literally needed a Christmas detox after our last celebration (Jan 11th). We stayed home just our little family for NYE, but not without a stop to our favorite restaurant for an early dinner. An early dinner that Addie Kay was NOT having and threw the biggest meltdown the minute we sat down... forcing Daddy and her to the car, while I sat with Gwen for a little dinner. Yeah, we won't be attempting that again any time soon. Gwen made it to about 10pm, then actually ASKED if she could go to bed. <em>Why yes, yes you can.</em> Then Hubs and I <strike>barely</strike> stayed awake for the ball drop. Seriously, how old am I?! But the New Year is off to a pretty good start. Lots of time at home, and hanging with the girls. Hoping 2015 is a big year for us!<br />
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<strong>...birthday, Addie Kay.</strong></div>
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Poor second child, Addie Kay's birthday came and went without a blog post. Doesn't mean I don't love you, baby. December is a crazy month, then throw in a birthday party and I was totally thrown for a loop. We had a small party here at the house, which Gwen proceeded to get hurt and have to take a quick trip to the ER and back all before cake time. Ugh. She is fine, but it was a very busy day. Addie Kay is running, babbling, teething, and trying every day to be a big girl like her sister. She has grown so much faster than I ever expected, and it is so bittersweet, because I want her to stay little forever.<br />
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Yeah, thanks Phil... 6 more weeks of winter. Bleh. We've already had a few rounds of snow (and ice), and I am already done. I love how pretty it is first, then I'm good... you can go now.<br />
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Gwen still calls Wednesday, "Gwensday." And I refuse to correct her just yet. I just love the cuteness. I don't even think that people realize sometimes that she is saying it, because it is so subtle, but I do, and I adore it. Anyway, Gwensday means that we are halfway through the week... thank goodness, and the weekend is upon us.<br />
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So, listen, I really am going to try to blog more often. Really. But, if not, don't hate me... m'kay? This space of mine is in need of a serious revamping, and hopefully I can get to it little by little. Thanks.<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-27014646929834073982014-10-30T21:39:00.001-04:002014-10-30T21:39:14.281-04:00I Want A New Mommy.<div style="text-align: center;">
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First up... nothing at the table but dinner.</div>
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So yesterday, I laid it down to her. And she SCREAMED until she threw up. I shit you not. I put her to bed at 5pm because she was SO bad. And I had LOST my cool. I was SO thrown by the way she reacted. When Hubs got home, I left. I got in the car and freaked out. I was so pissed at the way I handled things. At how far they had gone {her not eating and being in bed by 5pm AND asleep because of all the crying}. I prayed that this wouldn't be something she remembers when she grows up. That she would forgive me in the morning. And that I would find my patience to deal with it again today. Because I know, that to change something takes at least two weeks.</div>
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She woke up thinking that it was a one time deal. She loved me again. But had thought she won the battle. So I made her usual {as of late} waffles, with butter and syrup. Put it on the empty table and said, "Ok, baby time for breakfast. Hop on up."</div>
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I then feed her a piece of waffle and instead of chewing she SCREAMS at the top of her lungs.</div>
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Now, in the moment, it enraged me. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to do anything not to eat the waffle. A waffle!!! Not like it was a fucking brussel sprout here. So, I let it go. But the morning got to the point where she was sent to her room because her screaming led to Addie crying which then led to a shitshow of a morning. And once she got to her room... I lost it. </div>
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After a few minutes she called me in, asking if she had school. To which I replied, only if she ate some more. We compromised. She ate some more, but not it all. And she ended up telling me that she didn't want me to go. She didn't want a new mom. But, you can't erase that from your mind.</div>
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The rest of the day we both treated each other so softly. Reminding each other that we loved each other. And dinner... well, it was a big step up from last night {and this morning}. Tonight she said one more time before I left her room, "I'm sorry Mommy. I don't want you to go."</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-70971318037997083422014-10-13T12:40:00.000-04:002014-10-13T12:40:03.043-04:00I Don't Have A Baby...<div style="text-align: center;">
Addie Kay is 10 months old (yesterday), and yes, I know that still makes "a baby," but this kid wants NO part of being a baby. She is growing up way faster than I could have ever imagined!</div>
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She has been walking since a week before she turned 9 months. AN 8 MONTH OLD WALKER! She basically skipped crawling and went straight to running. She is miserable in a playpen, high chair, stroller, etc. She wants to move, move, move. It's soooo strange seeing this tiny little "doll" running around the house. And it also means that I never get a break... unless she's sleeping. I do have to admit that I am so proud of her, and love watching her run into my arms. The. cutest.</div>
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She no longer falls asleep in our arms {sniffle, sniffle}. I have to say that I think this one is the hardest. We don't plan on having anymore kids, so I was hoping that the <i>baby</i> part would last a little bit longer. But, no. :( On the other hand, she is a really GREAT snuggler. She loves to bury her head in your shoulder and squeeze tight... gets me every time.</div>
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I was 17. I was a senior in Mr. Andrews' Marketing class. It was the strangest, eeriest, most confusing day, to say the least. I remember being in denial that it could possibly be "on purpose," or a terrorist attack. Then, feeling violated. "What was happening?!" Even if it wasn't being said, there was panic throughout the halls. Quiet panic. <br />
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I remember calling out of work and going to home to an empty house while my mom was still at work for a little while. I had been home alone plenty of times. But, this was different. I didn't want to be alone. I couldn't grasp what I was seeing. What was happening. I remember worrying, "Is it over yet?!" I lived in a town with a power plant, "Was that next?!" It was the most unsafe I (as well as many others) have ever felt, to this day.<br />
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The world changed that day. At 17, I became a lot less naive about the world that I lived in. A lot more skeptical. A bit less carefree. I'm sure we all did.<br />
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I didn't lose any family or friends, but I did feel loss. And with each year, I feel more and more emotional about it. I see the children who were young, sometimes even infants or yet to be born when their loved ones were taken, and I, now a mom, cry at the thought that they don't know their moms or dads. Or I see the husbands and wives who's "happily ever after" was cut short and I, now a wife, feel their heartache. <br />
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It's so strange because with each year, I feel more affected by the loss of innocence. This year especially.<br />
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My Uncle, Tom, is a fireman for the NYFD. He was not my uncle at the time, but is now, and I am always in awe of his bravery, and how humble he is while doing it. He responded to Ground Zero that day and spent many months helping in the recovery. I've heard him tell stories of that day, of the brothers he lost, and how apocalyptic it was.<br />
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He gave Hubs and I the most amazing opportunity this summer. When the 9/11 Museum opened, they first opened it up to all of the first responders, their families, and residents of the area, and he let us go with him.<br />
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To say that it was emotional is the understatements of all understatements. It was like it had happened the day before. It was tragic, yet beautiful. Hubs and I sort of felt like outsiders because we knew that everyone we were walking around with were there. These were THEIR memories, they LIVED right in it. We would be walking around looking at pictures and hear people (including my uncle) say, "Oh look, there's _____" It was surreal. Things like wallets and eyeglasses, and bikes. Broadcasts from the moment it was happening... one minute they were talking about who's dating who in the celebrity world, and the next we were under attack. Voice mails to and from loved ones... the last ever exchanged. The dispatch calls, calling pretty much every possible unit who wasn't already there. It was unbelievable.<br />
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I am so thankful for that experience, and one day, when they are old enough to comprehend it, I will walk with my girls through the museum and tell my "I remember" story. And show them that among all of this chaos, we, as a nation, as human beings, persevered. That good will always win over evil. <br />
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<br />Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-24082325457997829112014-09-10T15:00:00.000-04:002014-09-10T15:00:50.880-04:00Mom GuiltIt's been just about four years since I've "worked". I know, I know, I DO work, but I mean, leave the house, commute, collect a paycheck-kind of work. I feel extremely blessed to spend every day with my kiddos, but that doesn't mean that I haven't dealt with "Mom Guilt".<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-14320099020414619922014-08-22T20:09:00.000-04:002014-08-22T20:09:13.705-04:00Friday Five.<b>ONE.</b><br />
Addie Kay is 8 months old {Hold me.} and a crawling MACHINE. She gets p-i-s-s-e-d when "contained" in a playpen and such. Like YELLS. She wants her freedom, dammit. Girlfriend is also standing on her own. Not for super long amounts of time, but still. I think there's a good possibility that I could have a walker before 10 months... Lord help me.<br />
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Momma is counting down the days until Pumpkin coffee arrives at DD {Sept. 1st}. I am looking forward to fall, and football and all things pumpkin. I may have already had an Octoberfest already... and may or may not be drinking one now. I am pumpkin/fall READY. I have loved this summer and will be sad to see it go, but nothing compares to Fall. Nothing.<br />
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ALS Ice Bucket Challenge "Haters." You're dumb. Yeah, yeah, you're charitable every day. And dumping water over our heads isn't doing anything for ALS. Shut. The. Front. Door. We're all talking about ALS, no?? More people than probably ever are donating to the cause. But, you still need to be Debbie Downer, right?? Again. You're dumb. You're those people that need to complain/argue about everything. Chill out. Actually, dump a bucket of ice water on your head... it'll help.<br />
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Oh, four. Miss Gwen will be four in a few weeks. And although she makes me want to <strike>drink wine with breakfast</strike> lose my mind on the reg, she's a really smart and funny and {of course} beautiful little lady. She loves life and has a huge heart, just like her Daddy. She's also a human MAP. Seriously. When I tell her where we are going, she immediately tells me which direction I need to be going. My brother was just like that, so she must get it from him. I could cry that she isn't my little baby anymore, but love the new adventures we have each day.<br />
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The five day "fluke." Last Thursday, was Gwen's first "dry" night without a Pull-Up. The she went the rest of our long weekend the same way, even while away from home. Then, when we got home she had another accident... and every night since then. Tonight I am putting a Pull-Up back on her, because honestly, I can't handle another night of crying and her ending up in our bed. Any tips for training through the night??<br />
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<b>Everything takes two weeks.</b> My Aunt shared this with me, and I am so grateful that she did, because in that first two weeks, there were so many times when I wanted to say, "Fck it, I quit." But, I didn't. And after those two weeks, this "change" I made, was just my new normal. We train ourselves to eat badly, so we have to train ourselves back.</div>
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<br /><b>I have to be doing this for just me. </b>Listen, I am BEYOND lucky that I have a husband that loves me unconditionally. He tells me all the time how beautiful he thinks I am, but when <b>I</b> don't feel beautiful, it doesn't matter what he says. I needed to be doing this to make ME happy.... and I mean, let's be serious, when Momma's happy, everyone benefits.</div>
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<b>This is a different body than I've had before. </b>This body of mine, has grown TWO humans dammit. It's expanded, contracted, widened, and many other things. I need to be proud of that. Of this body, no matter what it's shape. I will never be 23 year old Sam again, and that's ok.</div>
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So I changed my eating habits. For the most part, I took out wheat and dairy. Now, I'm not saying that there isn't a little blue cheese in my salad here and there, but my go to breakfast is no longer a bagel with a ridiculous amount of cream cheese (although that still is very tempting). I have been filling my diet with tons of veggies and fruits and protein. I'm not eating anything that is "boxed or bagged" because processed food pretty much sucks for you. I'm eating to fuel my body and not just to eat. And drinking a lot of water.</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-68886617133008409732014-07-20T16:32:00.000-04:002014-07-20T16:32:44.259-04:00Sunday Social.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>1. What is the most difficult thing you have been through? </b>Losing my Pop. I truly believed that man would live forever. The day that we got the phone call that he was being put on hospice, I was in shock. I didn't believe it. The only thing that weakened the blow was having him with us for the last month of his life. There wasn't anything left unsaid, on either parts. It will be two years on July 30th, and it oddly feels like it's been an eternity since he's been gone, but I also can't believe that it has been that long already. Make sense? I still have voicemails from him that I play regularly. The happiness in his voice helps take the sting away.</div>
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<b>5. Have you ever been to a blogging conference? </b>No. And I don't plan on it any time soon. The next chance I get at a getaway will be with my husband, a beach, and a big ole' umbrella drink!</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-90635367751920578892014-07-18T15:20:00.000-04:002014-07-18T15:20:18.368-04:00Wins, Losses, and Other Current Statuses.<div style="text-align: center;">
Wow, I cannot even tell you the last time that I opened up this page. It has definitely been awhile, but there just hasn't been the time (or the motivation to be honest). It seems with every free moment, I am sneaking in a shower, or a load of laundry, or some snuggles with whichever little lady of mine is available. But, in the past week or so, I have been thinking about this space of mine. Of how it's like a little form a therapy. How it's my grown up activity, that requires no babysitter, lol, ok maybe sometimes I could use a sitter. ANYWAY...</div>
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Addie is 7 months old!!! (WTF?!?!) How the hell did that happen??? She is about 15lbs. Not sure of the inches. And the happiest little thing on Earth. No, really. I mean, of course she cries, duh, but it's mostly bc she needs something (or the DAMN teeth) and otherwise she has a smile on her face.</div>
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Speaking of Sissy, they ADORE each other. Before Gwen's eyes are even open in the morning she says, "Momma, is Addie Kay awake??" And when Addie sees Gwen, she reaches for her face and pull her in for a nice slobber. They both love it.</div>
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Gwen, will be 4 in September. (I think I just had a heart attack.) She just finished her first year of preschool with an adorable little "show" that they put on for us. (Hubs and I could not stop crying. Saps.) She just seems so grown up these days. Why seems to be her favorite word, and testing mom's limits seem to be her favorite activity these days... but she's three and this is to be expected, or at least that is what I am telling myself so I don't lose my sanity. All in all though, she is a GREAT kid, and I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am to be her mom... even when she is in time out. ;)</div>
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Remember that little challenge I gave myself - "15 by 30" to lose 15lbs, change eating habits, yada yada yada? Yeah, that didn't happen. Until now. I've changed a lot of the way that I eat, I am trying to sneak in some exercises here and there, and since about Mother's Day, I have lost 20lbs. Bam. Not only do I feel better about myself (which inadvertently affects everyone else in the house), but I feel healthier. I'm not done working on myself yet, but I am getting there.</div>
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Hubs did a little work to the backyard a few weeks back.. and now there is a place for Gwen to place. She even has one of those bounce house things (yes, I am aware of all the stories of them flying away. I tie it down, no worries). Why is this a "win"??? Because girlfriend is BEAT by the end of the day. AND usually sleeps in til about 8am.<br />
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We just got back from vacation! And even though, I could already use another one, it was exactly what we needed. It was even better than last year. Gwen tore up the water park one day. We beached it almost every other. And Hubs even managed to sneak in some golf (surprise, surprise). </div>
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I've been feeling very overwhelmed in the "mom" department. I feel like I get worked up too easily, that I get a little loud too often. I just can't stand repeating myself 18,000,000 times... "Slow down." "No Running." No. NO. NO. It's exhausting. I'm trying to fix it... but sometimes easier said than done.</div>
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I don't give myself enough "me" time. I don't ask for it often enough. Which is probably what is causing the above problem mentioned. I need to realize that it's ok to step away. Completely alone. That I'm not a bad mom for wanting to sneak away. That it will most likely help me be a better mom.<br />
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Gwen started dance class... and LOVES it! It is probably the cutest thing I have ever seen, and I have to keep myself from tearing up while I watch her.<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-60135692338909860442014-03-18T16:24:00.001-04:002014-03-18T16:24:52.170-04:00I Have A Blog?!? <div style="text-align: center;">
I can't believe that it has been SO long since I've written anything!! I have to be honest, I have rarely thought about this... and when I actually have thought about it, or even had a moment to write... I've chosen to nap. Or do laundry. Or watch <strike>shitty reality tv</strike> the news. I just haven't had the energy, nor the oomph, to sit down and really write. Sorry.<br />
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I've been a busy Momma. Addie is growing so quickly! She's 3 months already (holy shizballs), "talks" all the time, is super smiley, and (knock wood) sleeping through the night. She's 12 lb 12.5 oz. 23 inches long. And such a sweetheart.<br />
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I'm sick of snow. If it snows again, I may need to be committed to the psych ward. No joke. Being stuck inside with a toddler and newborn all winter has been exhausting.<br />
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THEN, the DAY is was <strike>not subarctic</strike> warmer out, it was like Oprah showed up, but instead of giving away a glamorous gift, we all got upper respiratory infections.<br />
<i>"YOU GET AN UPPER RESPIRATORY INFECTION!"</i><br />
<i><b>"AND YOU GET AN UPPER RESPIRATORY INFECTION!"</b></i><br />
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Yeah. That was awesome. Shouldn't moms not be able to get sick??? And of course, I was a mess that Addie was sick. I knew she would be fine, but she was barely 3 months old, and there wasn't much I could do for her except snuggle her as much as possible.<br />
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Then, my brother and his wife welcomed their first child (and my first niece!) into the world!! Beautiful baby Mackenzie made an early (about 3+ weeks) appearance into the world (just a few hours past her Daddy's birthday!). She's super cute and I can't believe how tiny she is, especially next to Addie. It seems FOREVER ago that she was that little. ::insert sad face::<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-54828036997371807552014-02-08T16:24:00.000-05:002014-02-08T16:24:00.622-05:00Saturdays Top 5 Laughs :: Watch Your Mouth.<div style="text-align: center;">
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There have been multiple moments these past few weeks that have really stopped me in my tracks, all of them happening with Gwen. She continues to prove to me that she is listening to EVERYTHING we say, especially me. Of course, I know that it's because we are together all day, every day, but some days it feels like I am spending it with a mini me. She has picked up many of the phrases that I use on a daily basis, and uses them... perfectly.<br />
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1. While attempting to get my attention one day, I was a little busy with Addie and wasn't giving her the quick response that she was looking for, she said, <b>"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you?!?!" </b>Let me tell you, I just about died. I admit that since Addison's birth, I have said this to Gwen more than I should, but sometimes I feel like a broken record.</div>
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1.<b> BIG NEWS!</b> Gwen is officially a big girl! We have conquered pooping on the potty! I am so proud it's ridiculous! She has been fighting me for so long, that I admit there were times I was about to give up hope. But, she did it!! Thank the good Lord. The only thing left to overcome is nighttime, which I am ok with right now, one step at a time!<br />
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2. <b>CHILI PEPPERS. </b>Last weekend, my awesome cousin took me to see the <i>Red Hot Chili Peppers </i>in Brooklyn. The show was pretty amazing. I can't get over the fact that they are all 50+ and still kicking ass. Flea literally walked across the staged on his hands. Impressive. And I am pretty sure I got a contact high from all the pot smoking going on around us. Lol. Oh to be 21 again.<br />
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3. <b>DE-FRIENDED. </b>A few weeks ago, a "friend" {really just an acquaintance} de-friended me because he was tired of seeing my happy posts and family pictures. Really, D-bag?! I mean, I could care less, I mean I don't know when the last time I saw this guy in person, but you could have just silently removed me from your friend list, I didn't need a public bashing because you can't handle seeing someone happy. I wouldn't have even noticed. Good riddance, sir. Hope life gets better for you.<br />
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5.<b> 15 BY 30. </b>Sad to say {not really}, but the big 3-0 is rapidly approaching. And although turning 30 doesn't bother me in the slightest, I WOULD like to start my 30s off with a bang. So I am giving myself the goal of losing 15lbs by the big day. It's more about changing my eating habits, getting more exercise in, and well, looking HOT for my 30th. Funny part is that I don't even have actual plans yet for it, I just want to celebrate in a big, fun, hot way. Wish me luck.<br />
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Happy Friday! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we don't get anymore snow... I've had enough. I've had enough of being cooped up in my house with two kids and no adults to talk to. Enough of my husband being a zombie because he is putting in crazy hours because of the snow. Enough of school being cancelled and Gwen BEGGING for it every. single. day. I've just had ENOUGH. I'd like a beach and an umbrella drink STAT. M'kay? Thanks. But, I guess I'll have to settle for red wine and reality tv.</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-57265079350123795252014-01-30T14:43:00.001-05:002014-01-30T14:43:45.408-05:00Pavlov's Dogs Live Here.<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm not sure how it happened, or how they even know, but <b>BOTH </b>of our children seem to be trained by Pavlov. They could be completely immersed in something else, Addison sleeping ever so soundly in her swing, Gwen watching an episode of her fav show, yet the <b>SECOND</b> we {Hubs and I} sit down to eat, they instinctively decide to go <b>BUCK WILD... </b>simultaneously.</div>
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My fork hasn't even reached my mouth and Addison is awake and crying for a change or she needs to eat as well. Meanwhile, Gwen is barreling down the hall with every toy she can carry, ready to tear apart the living for the ump-teenth time.<br />
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They know that Mom and Dad are about to have some normalcy, a moment of peace <b>together</b> and think, "Hahahaha, not on <b>our </b>watch! We'll take care of THAT!"<br />
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Now, Gwen, we can <i>sort of </i> distract, with a snack or a movie, but Addie is in need of us, so dinner in shifts it is... again.<br />
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We just laugh at this point, because no matter what time we plan dinner for, they are on to us.<br />
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Good thing they're adorable.<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-51281481401417278462014-01-21T21:57:00.003-05:002014-01-21T21:57:37.854-05:00Addison Kay :: 1 Month<div style="text-align: center;">
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How in the world has one month {well more} gone by already?!? Slooooooow down time, please. It has been a whirlwind of a month+, between Addison's arrival, the holidays, and getting into a routine, so, I guess it's easy to see why it has flown by.</div>
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Girlfriend grew two inches! 22 inches.</div>
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Newborns currently, but when we run out of them {we don't waste diapers in this house}, I can easily put her into Size 1. </div>
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The first two weeks she definitely had her nights and days mixed up, but I think we have corrected that ::knocks on wood:: She has one long stretch of sleep during the night from 11-11:30 until 5-ish, which is great! She is a loud sleeper though, constantly squeaking and grunting, which sometimes keeps me from getting "real" sleep. </div>
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Can't wait to see what this month brings!<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-21430096783377595332014-01-14T23:03:00.000-05:002014-01-14T23:03:00.482-05:00Being In The Moment.<div style="text-align: center;">
Although the past four weeks {btw I can't believe it has been four weeks already!} have been somewhat of a blur, I have been trying my hardest to stay within the moment. Even when our toddler is <strike>tantruming</strike> crying because we put her dinner in the wrong bowl, while our newborn is wailing because she's hungry again, and as the dog is whining/barking to go outside for the fortieth time today... I am trying to just be present. To not wish it away. To soak it up.<br />
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Because they will never be this little again. They are growing up by the minute. Learning new things every second. They depend on us less every day. And once it's gone, we don't get it back.<br />
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So, I am really pushing myself. Pushing myself to instead of seeing the <i>nagging </i> of my toddler to do yet another puzzle, see the <i>admiration </i> of my little girl that just wants to spend time with her Mommy. To enjoy the fact that she still calls me "Momma" and with such innocence. To really hear each and every <i>"I love you" </i>and let it burn into my memory.<br />
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Pushing myself to instead of dreading the early 4am wake up call of my hungry/wet newborn, take the opportunity of my quiet house to sit and bond with her. To soak up her little fingers and toes. Her coos. Her exploring eyes. Her tight trusting grip on my finger.<br />
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Because tomorrow they will be older... not by much, but they will be. <br />
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It's not easy... to be in the moment. Sure there are days that I am counting the seconds until bedtime. That I <b>need</b> to get out of the house as soon as my husband gets home, even if just to the grocery store. But, I have realized that one day I won't have these moments. Yes, there will still be "moments" but they will be different, and I need to enjoy what I have now, while I have it.<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-29331662145260340212014-01-09T19:18:00.000-05:002014-01-09T19:18:33.910-05:00We Have Kidsssss :: Our "Oh $hit!" Moments.<div style="text-align: center;">
Sure. We knew it was coming. Obviously. We knew that we were about to become a family of four. BUT, that doesn't mean that we were prepared for those moments when it first hit us that we have <b>children</b> and not just a <b>child.</b></div>
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On the morning that Addie and I were supposed to come home there was a snowstorm that was about to hit our area. My in-laws had a ride ahead of them to get home, so Jason and I decided that it would be best for him to get up early {he slept at the hospital with me} and pick up Gwen so they could head home before the snow, then he and Gwen would come to the hospital and pick us up. </div>
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When he got back to the hospital he told me that he was pulling out of our driveway and as he looked in the rear view mirror he saw <b>two </b>car seats. "Oh shit!" he said. We have two kids. We have kidssssss. </div>
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"How funny?!" I thought to myself, laughing at his panic.</div>
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A friend of mine and I were texting and as we were saying our goodbyes, she wrote, "K kiss the girls for me."</div>
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Girl<b>sssss. </b>She just said GIRLS. Like more than one. "OH SHIT." I'm responsible for more than one. I'm a mom of <b>two. </b> A <i>stay-at-home </i>mom of <b>two. </b>They out number me now... until Daddy gets home.</div>
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Of course we are on cloud nine, but that doesn't mean that we aren't allowed to have those "Oh shit" moments. Because it can be quite an overwhelming thing, being someone's parent, let alone, more than one someone's parent.</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-46465552174938558892014-01-08T20:14:00.000-05:002014-01-08T20:14:23.012-05:00Mom, WHAT Are You Taking Pictures Of?!?<div style="text-align: center;">
Moments before Addison's delivery, I asked either my mom or Jason to get the camera out and prepare to snap away at our new little princess. Jason decided that he would rather my mom take the pictures so that he could really be in the moment with me, and my mom happily accepted the task.</div>
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Just as they were prepping everything for her arrival and I assumed the position {lol, sorry if tmi}, my mom stood in front and to the left of me. She was just hanging there, when all of a sudden she picked up the camera and aimed it across me to Jason... but it looked like she was about to shoot some candids of my hoo-haa... so naturally, I reacted...</div>
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<b><i>"Mom, WHAT are you taking pictures of?!?!"</i></b></div>
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She paused and said, "Well I was going to take a picture of Jason, but it's not working"</div>
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I just about died laughing. My mother had just unknowingly taken X rated photos of her daughter. Lol!! </div>
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We all had a big laugh about it, I fixed the camera, and then it was back to business.</div>
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It was a nice little moment of comic relief right before the big moment, but Thank God for the delete button.</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-77177794777279510422014-01-07T16:53:00.001-05:002014-01-07T16:53:21.571-05:00Big Sister Gwen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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All throughout my pregnancy, I made my "fears" for this next stage of our lives very well known. A major one being how Gwen would react to being a big sister and no longer having us and the house all to herself.</div>
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I am happy to report... she's been amazing.</div>
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I can't lie, she has exceeded my expectations and put all of my fears to rest. Does that mean that there haven't been moments with her that I have wanted to pull my hair out?? No, of course not. She's THREE. Those moments would be there with or without another child in the picture.</div>
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But, as a big sister?? She rocks.</div>
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She adores her "Addie Kay." She wants to help with every task - feeding, burping, changing, diapering, bathing, EVERYTHING. She gives me the play by play if I step away from Addison for a moment - "Mom, the baby's crying." "Mom, she's waking up!" "Mom, I think she's hungry!" She's like my human baby monitor.</div>
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Now, I am realistic and know that this won't ALWAYS be the case, but in this time of transition, it is EXACTLY what we needed. I love that Gwen loves her and is proud of her and is happy she is here.</div>
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Yesterday Gwen went back to school wearing her "Big Sister" shirt and bringing her teachers a birth announcement {which btw I am in love with}. Her teachers made a big deal about her becoming a big sister, made her a special hat, and had Gwen wearing a huge smile when she walked out of class.<br />
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So overall, the "sibling" thing is going well... so far. Now, I must admit that <b style="text-decoration: underline;">I</b> have some work to do on myself and my patience being a stay-at-home mom of two. I am ashamed to say that I have raised my voice more than I should have. That I have lost my cool more times than I would have liked to. But, I am adjusting too. I'm working on balancing it all, while not losing myself along the way. Baby steps. That's what I keep telling myself.</div>
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Moms of two+, how was the "adjusting" period for you? What survival tips do you have??</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-56338930552896121762014-01-06T15:43:00.000-05:002014-01-06T15:43:20.911-05:00...And A Pop In A Pear Tree<div style="text-align: center;">
Yes, yes, I know... bad blogger. But, cut me some slack... I just had a baby. And I have a toddler. AND it was the holidays. SO, back up off me, will ya?? Today we finally returned to reality, no more Christmas activities (ok we still have ONE more, but that's not til the weekend), school started again, and we can finally <b><u>try</u></b> to get a routine going in this crazy house of ours.</div>
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Let me apologize for my absence, wish you a Merry Christmas, and a very Happy New Year first. I hope that your Holiday season and celebrations were full of fun. To say that our Christmas is BIG is an understatement. Let me break it down for you this way... </div>
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And a Pop (Great Grandfather)... in a pear tree. Lol. </div>
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So you can only imagine the amounts of gifts that come into our house... PLUS all the gifts that were brought for Addie's birth and for Gwen becoming a big sister. Our house has been Giftapalooza since Addie was born... and it looks every bit the part.</div>
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Truth is, our girls are so loved (and spoiled) by our families, that Santa caught a bit of break this year. </div>
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We didn't travel ANYWHERE this Christmas (THAT is a gift in itself), and we had many wonderful Christmases with each an every one... expect our nephew Carter and his Mommy and Daddy. The sickies caught both of our houses, so we have had to reschedule... more than once. Fingers crossed we all stay healthy and get to see them Sunday.<br />
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New Year's Eve we spent here, well, upstairs, with my besties {one lives upstairs with her husband, Jason's cousin}, and our kids. Well, they obviously went to bed, but they were technically there. It was simple and comfy {we all rocked our pjs}, just what we needed. It was this Momma's first night of "partying" aka "more than one cocktail" and boy did my head hurt in the am. Hangovers and children don't mix my friends. They actually work against each other! Anyway, we all survived and had a fabulous New Year.</div>
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I REALLY hope to be blogging more often, but I can't promise anything. My free time, well, it doesn't exist. And if it did, I can't say that I would spend all of it blogging, but I do love how this is a little online journal of our lives, so I'll do my best.</div>
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-2300835436610426432013-12-22T09:07:00.002-05:002013-12-22T09:07:45.922-05:00My Last Bumpdate. 38 Weeks and 1 Week Post Partum<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><i>How far along?</i></b></div>
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I am no longer pregnant, YAY!!! I am one week and one day postpartum. {written Friday.}</div>
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<b><i>Total weight gain?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 weeks - </i></b>Gained that pound I lost back, so we are back to 19 lbs. Although I feel as though I have gained 100++ <br />
<i style="font-weight: bold;">Post - </i>I checked the scale today, specifically for this post, and I was 6-7lbs away from my starting weight {hellooo breastfeeding!}</div>
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<b><i>Maternity Clothes?</i></b></div>
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I wish that I could say that I have said, "Sayonara" to those Maternity Clothes, but I'll be rocking them for a little while longer... not much longer, maybe a few weeks.</div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>I've been napping most days {when I can}. And I have been doing really good at night. Although, I had one night where I could not get comfortable, woke Jason up for help {water and pillows}, cried hysterically because nothing would work, then finally fell asleep. Yeah, that was a fun night.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post - </i>Sleep?? What's that?! Actually we are doing OK. Addison is waking about twice a night and stays up for about an hour each time. I've forced myself to nap with Gwen and Addison a few times this week... and I see that becoming a trend in our house.<br />
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<b><i>Best Moment of the Week?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>Finding out at my weekly visit that I am 5cm dilated! And headed to the hospital to meet our girl!<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post - </i>I can't possibly pick a BEST moment. I'm in love and enjoying every minute with my family.</div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>Oh, yes. She was "showing off" for her Daddy the other morning, so much so, that it kinda hurt. It was A LOT of kicking for six in the morning!<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post - </i>She is just as much of a mover on the outside as she was on the inside. She's a little wiggler.</div>
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<b><i>Cravings?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>Well, I can tell you what I am NOT craving, anything Thanksgiving related. I am so over left overs. And I guess you could say that I am craving that Apple Cider Sangria that I made last year... oh you can bet your ass that it will be making an appearance at Christmas!!<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post- </i>Red wine. And an Italian Sub. Basically I want everything that I couldn't have while pregnant.</div>
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<b><i>Gender?</i></b></div>
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All girl. Miss Addison Kay. aka. Addie Kay</div>
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<b><i>Labor Signs?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>A few. I'm dilating as I said, and have had light cramps/contractions since my internal {Wednesday}, but nothing major... yet. <b>{little did I know that I was already starting labor when I wrote that!}</b><br />
<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post - </i>I've definitely had some afterpains, which were much stronger this time than last. But overall, I recovered much better this time around than last. I think because I knew what to expect and there was less for me to be scared of.</div>
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<b><i>Belly Button?</i></b></div>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">38 Weeks - </i>What belly button? It doesn't really exist at this point.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post - </i>It's back to an innie, but definitely doesn't look like it's old self, yet.<br />
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<b><i>What I Miss?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>Being able to go more than 5 minutes without having to pee. Being able to bend over without grunting. Walking without waddling... sad but true.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post - </i>Nothing!!! I'm not preggo anymore AND Addison is here!!! Life is good.</div>
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<b><i>What I Am Looking Forward To?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks - </i></b>Giving birth and meeting our little lady!<br />
<b><i>1 Week Post - </i></b> Christmas... Gwen is sooooo excited for everything Christmas. She is going to be so much fun! And spending as much time with my little family as possible!<br />
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<b><i>Milestones?</i></b></div>
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<b><i>38 Weeks- </i></b>Making it full term. And starting to dilate. Yay!<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">1 Week Post- </i>Giving Birth!<br />
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Overall we are all adjusting pretty well. It's been so nice having Jason home, not just for his help, but for the quality time that we are getting! I honestly can't believe that she has already been here over a week. Crazy.<br />
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Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05048879304805762422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6552746383764119641.post-70028624799507440242013-12-18T18:28:00.002-05:002013-12-18T18:31:00.174-05:00Addison Kay.<div style="text-align: center;">
If you haven't heard the amazing news... Miss Addison Kay made her appearance into the world on 12/12/13 @ 12:14am. Weighing in at a WHOPPING 6 lbs. 5 oz. and 20 inches long. {She is the tiniest little peanut} AND she has a full head of hair! Imagine that. She is so beautiful and has stolen all of our hearts already.</div>
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So, how's about a little birth story for ya?</div>
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Now, my original due date, if you remember, was December 16th, which was then changed to December 25th after my first ultrasound showed that the baby was measuring smaller. So of course we followed the 25th as our guideline. But, as the last few weeks came around, and I was starting to dilate progressively each week, Dr. P was convinced that my first due date was the correct one. She also was appeasing me {who was hell bent on not missing Christmas with Gwen} and agreeing to induce me Dec 19th, IF I hadn't gone on my own already... which she thought I was going to do. </div>
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Well, at my weekly visit, on December 11th, she gave me the news... we were going that night. I was already dilated 5cm and she was worried that I would end up giving birth on the Turnpike if I was in labor and had one good contraction. Lol.<br />
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We left the appt, in shock, and planned out the next few days, alerting family, and then continued on with our day.<br />
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My in-laws came from Pennsylvania to stay with Gwen, which made her super excited, and my mom met us at our house to head over to the hospital together. I DREADED saying goodbye to Gwen. I thought I wouldn't be able to control my emotions, and I didn't want to scare her. I did waaay better than I had anticipated. I brought her into her room, shut the door and explained that Mommy was going to the hospital to get baby Addison and bring her home. I said that I loved her so much {I'm crying as I write this but didn't when it happened} and that I wanted her to come see me in the morning. She reacted great, gave me a big squeeze and a kiss and headed out to hang with her Grandpa and Grandma.<br />
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We got to the hospital right at our 5pm check-in, but really didn't get to Labor and Delivery until about 6-ish. They hooked me up to all those crazy monitors {I hate those things! I get what they are used for, but too many beeps and alarms and more things for this hypochondriac to worry about.} and it turns out that I was already contracting on my own. Every 2-4 minutes. Say what?!?! I had no clue. Therefore, I couldn't have the Cervadil... and had to wait for my doc.<br />
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Dr. P arrived around 7:30pm, explained the situation, and decided at 7:50 to break my water... then the walking began. Up and down the halls, with husband in tow, walking this baby out of me. I walked for a while, and when the contractions started to get a little stronger, I decided to rest and let the doctor check me. I progressed to 6cm, but whenever I layed back down {instead of walking} my contractions STOPPED all together. FML, right? So I pushed myself to start walking again.<br />
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All this time, Dr. P {and everyone else} kept pushing and asking when I wanted my epidural. My honest answer was that I wasn't really in AWFUL pain, and I wanted to be able to keep walking as long as possible. So I waited.<br />
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After walking some more, my contractions became regular again and <b>definitely </b>more intense. So I had them check me again. I was now 8cm, and decided to cave and get the epidural... because Lord knows I wasn't having this baby without one. Lol. {I should mention that Dr. P once again gave me a Xanax, because I was such a nervous wreck... I seriously hate hospitals.} Right before the epidural, they also gave me something to keep the contractions regular... not Pitocin thankfully, just a little pill. <br />
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Dr. P came in and asked, "So, Sam... which birthday sounds better, 12/11 or 12/12?" {I can't say enough how much I love her.} "12/12" I said. She agreed. She checked me again a little after midnight and told us that it was time.<br />
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I obviously have tons to write about in the next few days/weeks... just need to find the time. I promise to update you on how Gwen's doing, how we are doing, how my mom accidentally took pictures of all the wrong things during my labor, among many other things. So stay tuned ;)</div>
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