tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32501690103621218572024-02-19T07:45:05.401-05:00The Married Adventures of Ben & BethanyCelebrating: Love, Marriage, Baby and Life In-between!Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-9643715933547750352012-01-16T11:41:00.005-05:002012-01-16T11:41:44.297-05:00I MOVEDMy Dear Readers,<br />
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Due to how out-dated "bensrvgirl" name is - I have moved! You can now find me at: <a href="http://www.clutteredadventures.wordpress.com/">www.clutteredadventures.wordpress.com</a>. FOLLOW ME! My blog content won't change - I AM STILL ME!! But, the blog name and layout HAS changed. Change is good; so if you follow on your Google Reader or subscribe via email, change with me.<br />
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Bethany <br />
<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-39259020640886578462012-01-10T17:16:00.001-05:002012-01-10T17:16:13.102-05:00The business of going on datesWe went on a date. A real one without our little one. It was a first.
Let me back up.
We've made dating/going on dates a priority from the very beginning of our relationship. It was a weekly priority. It was fun. Then along came baby and we struggled on what to do. I wasn't ready to leave Madden, so we got creative. We made our weekly TV shows our date. We went to the drive-in movie theatre. We celebrated our anniversary. We redefined our priority, but kept US a priority.
So last week, I decided it was time to leave our son with his Granna and go on a real date. When I mentioned it to Ben, he said - "we've had real dates."
And while he is right, this was needed.
Today was the day. It was wonderful. And weird...we both felt we had to be brave. I felt like we were missing something. Ben claimed to go to the restroom, only to come back to report the baby was fine.
But overall, it was good. So good. To just be...together, knowing our baby was well taken care of...we came back refreshed. Which is not just good for Ben and I as a couple, but good for Madden too.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-42442319114107386792012-01-07T10:51:00.000-05:002012-01-07T10:51:23.176-05:00Snapshots of Our Life: Camera Phone<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;"><span style="font-size: small;">Introducing Madden to his first football.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My little flirt. See that half-smile?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Morning Nap. We both fell asleep</span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Madden is still napping away. So I sneak off to the shower, Ben comes in for baby monitoring duty.</span> </td></tr>
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<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-62733189457405515582012-01-06T15:12:00.000-05:002012-01-06T15:12:15.278-05:00Coming HomeI cried a lot of tears when I was pregnant. Aside from the increased
hormones, I spent a lot of time in agony at the thought that when our
baby got here, I'd go back to work. I know some mothers have no choice,
but to return to work. I know other mothers thrive on being able to work
and come home to their babies. I respect those women a lot. But for
me...before I had ever held our baby, I knew my heart was to stay with
our baby. <br />
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For 9 months, Ben encouraged me to trust God with the desire of my
heart. With the state of our finances. I wish I could say I did. But I
didn't. I gave up. I cried. I made plan B. Plan B: Ben would watch our baby. It was plan B that I advertised to friends, family, and anyone who asked. And I smiled bravely about going back to work and leaving my baby. <br />
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The last 2 months, I've enjoyed Madden. Tremendously. I won't lie; being
a parent is the hardest, most daunting, but overwhelmingly incredible role
I've ever had. Each day, I spent all day, every moment with him. And I
wondered: could I actually handle staying home ALL DAY? And at the same
token: could I handle being away ALL DAY? I pushed the questions away
and focused on the moment: the moments with Ben, the moments with
Madden. I cherished them all.<br />
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Ben began to realize that juggling school, work and
taking care of Madden was too much. And amazingly, we looked over our
finances and realized: I could stay home. I was afraid to let hope grow. <b>But today, TODAY, I am happy to announce
that I will be staying home to take care of our baby full-time</b>. I am
delighted. God is good.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know I look tired, but I am not...I promise. :)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-7270871092716007432012-01-05T19:01:00.001-05:002012-01-05T19:32:31.898-05:00On Being A MomIt is the best job ever.<br />
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After nine months of carrying this child in my womb, out he came. Then, I've stood amazed by growth, curiosity, and trust of and comfort from Ben and I of one little baby. It probably goes without saying, but I love being a mom.<br />
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I finally get this verse from Luke 2:19 - <i><u>But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.</u></i> There are somethings that are too precious for me to share...not just on this blog either. I just want to treasure them, and ponder the wonder all in my heart.<br />
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That being said, being a mommy, being a parent is hard, humbling, and life changing. My dad (who has 8 kids) use to say that he was only an expert in parenting of the last age of the youngest (who is now 14). Which means I'm hardly an expert at parenting.<br />
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If I were honest, I'd tell you nothing prepared me for being a mom. Nothing. Not being the oldest of 8. Not having babysat for over 10 years. Nothing.<br />
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In the short weeks I've been a parent, I've realized my selfishness. My self-centered-ness. If Madden has a need that supersedes mine or Ben's needs or wants.<br />
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Marriage helped me mellow out. Not be so uptight. Being a parent helped me relax. Enjoy life. Enjoy laughter. Throw away the controller aspect ( this is a daily process). I've been reminded to enjoy every detail, every second.<br />
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Becoming a parent has made me love and cherish Ben more. Watching him with Madden is beautiful. All the things I love about Ben; his silliness, his passion for life, his hardwork - I adore all that and more because he is a dad.<br />
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Becoming parents has made our good life better; sure it is challenging and we move slower, but we are richer because of Madden.<br />
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</tbody></table>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-38833771085632797672012-01-04T09:00:00.000-05:002012-01-04T09:00:10.001-05:00What's In Your Bag?<i>When I took violin lessons as a kid, my teacher was a crazy bag lady. And I was always curious as to WHAT IN THE WORLD she kept in her bags. Well, today, my friend Heather is pulling back the curtains of what a piano teacher carries in her bag. My inner-kid is finally satisfied. </i><br />
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Here is my bag for when I teach piano and a list of items from left to right:<br />
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Top row: glasses
cleaner, glasses, hand sanitizer, chap stick, tissues, a clock to make
sure I don't go over our 30 min lessons, a harmony wheel talking about
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Next row: my keys, stamps, colored
pencils for their Theory books, lead refills for mechanical pencils,
pencils and pens, an eraser, lisa frank stickers, and our music flash
cards and last but not least my bag :)</div>
<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-17905849274795997522012-01-02T09:00:00.000-05:002012-01-02T09:00:02.518-05:009 Weeks Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear Madden,<br />
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You are 9 weeks old. You are growing very rapidly. Almost daily, I see something different about you. Let's talk about people in your life - <br />
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Your daddy - He loves you. So. Much. He changes diapers like a champ. Still panics when you cry. And, like your mommy, checks to make sure you are breathing a billion times. (You will understand this when you have your own kiddos)<br />
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Your grandparents. You have the immense privilege of having very active and involved 3 sets of grandparents and 1 set of great-grandparents. YOU ARE THE FIRST AND CURRENTLY ONLY GRANDCHILD - which makes you very spoiled. You are still too little to realize this, but you have every single one of those grandparents wrapped around your finger. <br />
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Your friends - Yes, you have friends! Your friends Graham, Judah, and Caleb. You don't really play with them yet, but we are all looking forward to when you do. <br />
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Let's talk about your physical features; depending on which side of the family you ask, you will get different answers. But I can tell you that you definitely favor your daddy when he was a baby. You have my nose and aspects of my face structure. We have found your first tooth. This creeped me out a bit, but there is no denying it - your first tooth is here!<br />
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We love you. Tremendously. <br />
<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-9437485767667755742011-12-30T09:00:00.000-05:002011-12-30T09:00:16.730-05:005 Things I can't Live Without: Baby Edition<i>I am not paid to endorse any of this items, I just REALLY love them and like to spread the word on good products, etc</i>.<br />
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When it comes to holding the title "Mommy", I'm still pretty new to this entire new role. But in the last couple of weeks, I have definitely found myself in a lot of appreciation for the following:<br />
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<a href="http://www.4moms.com/mamaroo">Mamaroo</a> - If we are honest, Ben and I originally bought the Mamaroo because it looked like a cool baby gadget to have in the house. HOWEVER, it has become the best investment! Here are some reasons why I love it:<br />
1) Madden lays down in it. Unlike swings which can make a baby's head flop over, the Mamaroo is like a baby hammock.<br />
2) It has different settings for swaying.<br />
3) The little mobile is CLASSICAL PAINTINGS. (This maybe one of my favorite aspects ever!) <br />
4) It has an iPod hook-up. <br />
5) Madden loves it.<br />
6) Customer service is AWESOME! (I follow them on<a href="http://www.twitter.com/4moms"> twitter</a> and they ALWAYS respond to me!)<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1958101199"><br />
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<a href="http://www.hygeiababy.com/">Hygiea Breast Pump</a> - After a lot of research on breast pumps, I went with the Hygiea because it had great reviews (both of ease of use and customer service). The reviews were correct - it is easy to use, and they do have great service. They are also on <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/hygeiababy">twitter</a> and they RESPOND to questions/comments!<br />
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Social Media Networks - Yes, I can't live without Facebook and Twitter as a new mommy. Why? Because both have given me a lot of wonderful information on breastfeeding, infant growth spurts, etc. (yes, I do listen to my doctor, but I also love to do research on my own to be well-informed). In addition, I have a lot of friends on Facebook who are new moms like me and I love how we learn together!<br />
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<a href="http://www.homedics.com/soundspar-lullaby.html">HoMedics Sound Spa</a> - My mother-in-law gave Madden this sound spa for Christmas and it is MY favorite gift! He finally goes to bed without screaming, crying or me holding him for hours. I love that it offers a combination of "white noise" and a little floating image projected on the ceiling for him to watch. He sleeps and I enjoy some time with Ben. <br />
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<a href="http://www.babytrend.com/strollers_snap-n-go/1305R.html">Baby Trend Stroller Snap 'N Go</a> - We originally bought a different stroller that said it was car seat compatible for all car seats...when we got it, we discovered our carseat DEFINITELY didn't fit. So, some quick research by my mother-in-law (she is so handy!), tracked down this awesome stroller. It is easy to assemble, it holds car seats, it climbs over rocky terrains, it goes shopping, to church, to restaurants, and it fits in the back of the car - it is basically awesome.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-23684745866774800762011-12-29T09:00:00.000-05:002011-12-29T09:00:01.987-05:00Christmas 2011 ReportWe spent our first Christmas with Madden enjoying the day. Simply enjoying every single moment.<br />
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We woke up late - a luxury we didn't take for granted...this is probably the LAST Christmas we will get to sleep in!<br />
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I watched Ben grin like a fool showing Madden the half-eaten cookies left by Santa. <br />
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Madden fell asleep after the 1st toy was opened. <br />
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We munched on cinnamon rolls and sausage (breakfast) meatballs the entire day.<br />
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We cleaned up puke from overly-excited dogs - a result of their Christmas treats.<br />
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We watched basketball. <br />
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Ben and I exchanged gifts...this year we tied on who gave who the best gifts. Because you know this is an ANNUAL Competition. <br />
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Honestly, I've always heard Christmas is more fun when you become a parent, and IT IS SO TRUE!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His Christmas Outfit.</td></tr>
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<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-19894165597780514472011-12-28T09:00:00.000-05:002011-12-28T09:00:10.295-05:00What's in Your Bag: Diaper Edition <i>One of my favorite blogs is written by <a href="http://www.warkymom.blogspot.com/">Erin</a> a mommy to 3 kiddos. I wish she didn't live so far away so we could do playdates and coffee dates!!!</i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnUBMOFhAbXsUzaLUOnzXFKn6D4HQtcFy085PktcPLBfENna-OL2W-i6kNA0V6xIacB53QA9hUm8k6f6qcK5Tyy1ZaZdXQxUnhZ5TeD1PB2mZ1XlfYi33vL08kJ4cyNw1HeUVgExxiAg/s1600/Bag+challenge+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnUBMOFhAbXsUzaLUOnzXFKn6D4HQtcFy085PktcPLBfENna-OL2W-i6kNA0V6xIacB53QA9hUm8k6f6qcK5Tyy1ZaZdXQxUnhZ5TeD1PB2mZ1XlfYi33vL08kJ4cyNw1HeUVgExxiAg/s320/Bag+challenge+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a>I wish I could say that I am a habitual diaper bag packer, but I can't
in good conscience. When I had one baby, I was religious about it. I had
everything under the sun packed, ready for all seasons. Then the second
one came along and I got less careful about what was in there and threw
a little of anything I could find. As the boys got a bit older, and I
added a third baby to the pack, it would be amazing if I even left the
house with a diaper bag at all.<br />
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So here is my slightly different tale of
diaper bag contents.<br /><br />When I'm going on a trip or I'll be away
for a long period of time, I use my trusty Petunia Pickle Bottom bag. If
you don't have one, I highly reccomend them as they can pack about as
much as Mary Poppins suitcase...and a little more!<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx9kdP4PHsD-9D36XE0TV6BrE_g_qzuDNih1WansKLRTHzlUidPbWq-Z5zywzSy_o1sYBCIJQFFhFt4g-Naxcfgh5HDaE1WZ4kYs2chL47hFlHCfZT7lqumujD4YRjjsN0h9VXUjDOy8/s1600/Bag+challenge+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFDS0pxzBr7E5YCYVEgh8K2mH7RVjpbIG7446ps3LVxfe3aaGaMHidz-2JFKgifrjnmzzhxbOklV3dTJU81hB5l8EzZAqacNdw9nJPtSv3nw4FXbvb-gPbjmA0c5_iKOMIpYM2BUF6jg/s1600/Bag+challenge+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFDS0pxzBr7E5YCYVEgh8K2mH7RVjpbIG7446ps3LVxfe3aaGaMHidz-2JFKgifrjnmzzhxbOklV3dTJU81hB5l8EzZAqacNdw9nJPtSv3nw4FXbvb-gPbjmA0c5_iKOMIpYM2BUF6jg/s320/Bag+challenge+%25284%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx9kdP4PHsD-9D36XE0TV6BrE_g_qzuDNih1WansKLRTHzlUidPbWq-Z5zywzSy_o1sYBCIJQFFhFt4g-Naxcfgh5HDaE1WZ4kYs2chL47hFlHCfZT7lqumujD4YRjjsN0h9VXUjDOy8/s1600/Bag+challenge+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx9kdP4PHsD-9D36XE0TV6BrE_g_qzuDNih1WansKLRTHzlUidPbWq-Z5zywzSy_o1sYBCIJQFFhFt4g-Naxcfgh5HDaE1WZ4kYs2chL47hFlHCfZT7lqumujD4YRjjsN0h9VXUjDOy8/s200/Bag+challenge+%25281%2529.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL89a2C_ovQYJsezvO2yNXebhbw4zg3XsMMlnXodnl0I3wdHe2Sw_yBDH3xln4NY1WVOX72uH_dEQN0qdGojK18jBwn3BzWJA-DPoTiKnmj85Rc8afqlfppNo9szNs0fbRFjU-gtzMcD4/s1600/Bag+challenge+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL89a2C_ovQYJsezvO2yNXebhbw4zg3XsMMlnXodnl0I3wdHe2Sw_yBDH3xln4NY1WVOX72uH_dEQN0qdGojK18jBwn3BzWJA-DPoTiKnmj85Rc8afqlfppNo9szNs0fbRFjU-gtzMcD4/s320/Bag+challenge+%25285%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a>Most of the time, I
carry around what I call a "mommy wristlet". It's got my wallet, and my
keys and my phone all compartmentalized because I can't tell you how
many times I lose those when I'm with the kids. Then in the small
pocket, I carry some tissues and a couple of matchbox cars.<br />
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Simple I
know, but I find that it does the trick when I'm on the run. I also
always try and throw on a dangly necklace when, in case of a toddler
meltdown, it can be used as a rattle toy. My kids play with my necklaces
for hours.<br /><br /><br />
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Mostly, I use my minivan pockets as my diaper bag.
In there you will find diapers of all sizes, wipes, granola bars,
cookies, an extra hairthing (in case of a fashion emergency) and a thing
of bubbles.<br />
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<br />
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For me, keeping kids fed and entertained is my key to
survival. If I can do that, I have succeeded. So there you have it. Not
your typical diaper bag content, but effective none-the less. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">Erin</span></span></strong></span>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-89870344449379886112011-12-27T22:27:00.001-05:002011-12-27T22:29:55.204-05:00Twitter, Skip Bayless and WINNINGYesterday morning, I woke up with a tweet from <a href="http://twitter.com/intent/user?screen_name=RealSkipBayless">Skip Bayless</a>, a sports analyst and Tim Tebow fan on the ESPN show <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/feature/index?page=firsttake">First Take</a> that Ben and I both watch each morning. His tweet said: <b>"Today's contest for prizes based on the answers for #cheerupskip after the Tebow loss."</b><br />
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So, I quickly tweeted: <b>" #cheerupskip when Tebow lost, my husband went to the other men in his life #benandjerry."</b> Then, like a maniac, sat in front of the TV to see if my tweet was read on the show.<br />
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I am one of those annoying people that DESPERATELY WANTS TO WIN GIVEAWAYS. Since we've been married, I've won 3 giveaways...ALL from people I know. I've quit trying to win on the <a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/">Pioneer Woman</a> or any other famous blogger because when my chances are 1 out of 33,000, I figure I have better things to do than be severely disappointed.<br />
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About an hour after the First Take show came and went, I checked my twitter and saw that First Take had retweeted MY tweet with the word WINNER attached to it. I got really excited. Then, I realized that in the Twitter world COMPLETE STRANGERS were retweeting my tweet and I got EVEN more excited. <br />
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I started screaming. Then laughing maniacally. Then started to do my awkward I JUST WON dance.<br />
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My dogs stared. My baby stared. My husband stared. And me? I kept dancing.<br />
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Then, I called my dad. No answer.<br />
Then, I called my brother (to reach my dad). No answer.<br />
Then, I called my sister who was eating lunch and couldn't talk..but did congratulate me. <br />
Then, I made Ben call his best friend.<br />
Then, I posted on Facebook. <br />
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When my dad called, he shared my joy (though calmer and more dad-like) and asked if I had gotten a direct message with information on how to retrieve my prize.<br />
Then, I hung up on my dad to check. <i>I really need to get out more. </i><br />
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5 minutes later, I did receive a direct message. I really was a winner! Which only brought more dancing, screaming and laughing. <br />
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And, what did I win? Just an I (heart) @RealSkipBayless shirt and backpack. The t-shirt looks like this:<br />
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<br />Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-88182772317618767112011-12-22T09:00:00.000-05:002011-12-22T09:00:06.765-05:00PicturesYou all know that I love to craft and I love lists. Right before Madden was born, I had this grand idea to do a photo book of his first year. Since his birth, I've been snapping pictures left and right. But then, I got overwhelmed. HOW DO I ORGANIZE ALL THESE PHOTOS?<br />
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Thankfully, Jasmine Star saved the day. She posted <a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/index.cfm?postID=1274&how-to-organize-display-personal-photos">this great blog post</a> and it helped my creative mind get a little more organized. In one afternoon, I organized over 75% of Madden's pictures (still have some to go!)...but wowsers! I feel so much better. <br />
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Just in case you are curious, I will be using <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/">Shutterfly's</a> photo book option to create his first year. The Folks at Young House Love have a great <a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/2011/12/our-2012-calendar-for-you-a-secret/">calendar idea</a> I am contemplating using. Since we have a lot of family for Madden to learn, I also think this is a GREAT idea: <a href="http://pinholepress.com/#/all-products/photo-books/big-book-of-names-and-faces-122-1-08">The Book of Names and Faces</a>. <br />
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Has anyone else done this? How do you organize your pictures? Do you have a fun way to display them?Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-71168391263730856032011-12-21T09:00:00.000-05:002011-12-21T09:00:14.924-05:00What's In Your Bag: Diaper Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my favorite blogs, On To Baby, has started a new blog post series entitled: <a href="http://www.ontobaby.com/2011/12/whats-in-your-diaper-bag-jocey-canrinus/">What's In Your Diaper Bag?</a> I love this because I feel like it gives me a fresh perspective and gives me an idea of what to include in my own bag as Madden gets older.<br />
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That said, I'll share my diaper bag contents...sure, I'm still a newbie at the art of diaper bag packing, but I'm learning the essentials quickly!<br />
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From left-to-right:<br />
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Top Row:<br />
<ul>
<li>Diaper Bag </li>
<li>Nursing Cover - one of the best gifts I've received!</li>
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Bottom Row:<br />
<ul>
<li> burp cloth</li>
<li>extra outfit</li>
<li>bib</li>
<li>nursing pads</li>
<li>socks</li>
<li>petroleum jelly (this is a mystery to me why it is here)</li>
<li>Huggies Little Snugglers</li>
<li>Wipes (dont you LOVE the little dino cover?!) </li>
<li>Extra Shirt for me...just in case!</li>
</ul>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-77890881432427327712011-12-20T14:56:00.001-05:002011-12-20T14:58:11.464-05:00Blog UpdateHELLO! Second blog post of the day. Wow. I am getting a ton of stuff done!<br />
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What do you think of the new blog post layout? Easy to read? Can you view it from your phone? <br />
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Comments, praises, and criticism wanted.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-34587841509333762092011-12-20T09:00:00.001-05:002011-12-20T09:00:07.681-05:00And he is 7 weeks old!I don't think a day goes by that Ben and I hold the baby up to the other and say, "CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW MUCH HE HAS GROWN?!?!"<br />
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While it is so exciting to see how Madden is changing, it is startling at how fast he is changing too.<br />
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He knows us. Not by voice alone any more, but by sight. That is beautiful.<br />
He gives us the most beautiful, gummy smile around.<br />
We are still changing a million diapers.<br />
We are still dodging spit up.<br />
<b><i>But we are thankful for both, because it means everything is working just fine.</i></b><br />
He is officially wearing 0-3 months.<br />
He needs an outfit change 3-4 times a day. On average. <br />
Speaking of clothes, he hates them. Our child is happiest in only his diaper.<br />
I am afraid to cut his fingernails.<br />
Ben reads to him every night.<br />
He is like his mommy in that he loves to be held, cuddled and touched.<br />
He listens so intently as Ben talks to him. It is adorable to watch this little one hang on every word from his daddy.<br />
We dodged out of the church service for the 1st time because he started crying.<br />
My cousin Leah gave him the only toy that he loves!(at the moment)<br />
He is noisy - he grunts, growls, coos and generally, has a lot to say!<br />
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We love being parents.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-57610581594603526052011-12-19T15:50:00.000-05:002011-12-19T15:50:03.385-05:002 years: MarriedIn the midst of our baby/life changing induced haze, we realized our two year wedding anniversary was approaching. We wanted to do something fun. We discussed going to Chattanooga, TN or Greenville, SC. Or staying in town. We debated do we get a babysitter or not?<br />
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In the end, we vetoed it all. In light of our love for big celebrations, we went simple instead. We decided to go back to where this all started. We went back to the coffee shop where we had our first date. It was Ben's suggestion, his idea. And I loved it...he KNOWS I love all things sentimental.<br />
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2.5 years ago, we were nervous as we met each other for coffee. I rambled on and on about stupid things that he still remembers word-for-word even now. On Saturday, we pushed a stroller into that quaint coffee shop. Over coffee and cookies, we spent time reminiscing...very much in awe, that this time around, we were celebrating marriage. It was fun. <br />
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Afterwards, we pressed "pause" on our evening as we changed diapers and fed Madden.<br />
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Then, we made our way to the restaurant where we celebrated our engagement with friends and family. We talked, and laughed, and in general, enjoyed opportunity to celebrate. <br />
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I've said it before, but I think it should be repeated. I love being married to Ben. He is such a hard working, focused and determined man. He has a big heart. He makes me laugh, hard and frequently. We may fight, but we always strive towards and arrive at reconciliation. We've faced difficulties, but we've learned to overcome them. I am looking forward to the next 60+ years with him.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-90292947545272979592011-12-07T10:46:00.002-05:002011-12-07T10:53:26.660-05:00Milo, Miko and Madden<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;">Poor Miko (the white one). He still has no idea we have a baby. He thinks HE is the baby. Milo (the black one) really loves Madden. He gets upset when Madden cries.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wait! He sees the baby! Probably only the 2nd time Miko has realized someone else is in the house. (This was also right before Milo rolled over...on Madden.) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miko trying to be still. This is nearly impossible since he is constantly moving...hence the blurriness. Both dogs have tried to steal Madden's pacifier at some point...usually, this happens when Madden throws it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Madden survives Milo and Miko! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-20521359508930539132011-12-06T15:43:00.001-05:002011-12-06T15:46:32.968-05:00Our Christmas Decorating StoryThe reality of our Christmas Decorating Day turned out far different than what we imagined.<br />
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We <i>imagined</i> a pristine day (which it was). We <i>imagined</i> Starbucks coffee (which we had). We <i>imagined</i> a cutie kiddo in his stroller as we strolled through the rows of Christmas trees at the local Christmas tree farm (we did stroll and he is a cute kid). We <i>imagined</i> hot chocolate while we decorated our tree (and the hot chocolate was yummy, check out the<a href="http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/drinks/snow-day-hot-chocolate-with-chocolate-whipped-cream/"> recipe</a>!).<br />
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However, it is as this point our imaginations never imagined what happened next. It all started when Ben asked me if I thought<b> the tree was leaning</b>. I glanced up for a moment. "No, the tree is not leaning." I went back to what I was doing and he went back to what he was doing. 15 minutes later, "Bethany, the tree is definitely leaning." He examined it at the base and decided the bottom limbs needed a little trimming. He asked me to hold the tree. With a baby in one hand, and a tree in another, I held the tree. 20 minutes after he finished trimming, we sat the tree upright and stood back. <br />
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This did not fix the tree. I placed the baby in the mama-roo and proceeded to hold the tree upright for the next hour. By this time it is 1am in morning. I'm tired. Ben is tired. It finally looks like it is fixed. So I go to bed. About 30 minutes later, Ben comes to bed, "I took all the ornaments off the tree. It is still going to fall over."<br />
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After examining it, Ben determined that the tree is just crooked - naturally. No amount of trimming or adjusting would fix our tree. So, three days after we decorated the tree, undecorated it, tried trimming it and finally just stared at it hoping it would straighten up....we propped it up against the window, stuck some books under the tree stand and declared, "<b>MERRY CHRISTMAS</b>!". <br />
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Madden is 5 weeks old. Let me repeat - 5 weeks old!<br />
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He is growing very plump which makes me a happy momma. He has managed to gain weight and since birth has only lost 1 ounce. He has so much personality. He is constantly smiling, or giving funny faces.<br />
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He has 1 freckle. His eyes are turning dark which I hope means he will have brown eyes to match his parents. He is not bothered by barking dogs, sounds of the TV or the vacuum cleaner. Madden loves to be held - which is fine by me because I love to hold him! He is working to lift his head by himself and seems just fine with tummy time. He hates, I repeat, HATES dirty diapers; so we are NEVER in doubt of his need of a clean diaper. <br />
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When Madden sleeps, it is like watching a mini-Ben. They sleep in the same positions. He sleeps at night in 3-4 hour increments. Which means you are likely to find me on facebook at 4am. We are adjusting to size 1 diapers and 0-3 months clothes. The newborn stage lasted a good 4.5 weeks. Madden loves bath-time something that still surprises me - I thought for sure he wouldn't like it. But I was wrong. <br />
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So far, we have braved the grocery store, 2 restaurants, a drive-in movie theater, Christmas Tree farm and church with him. I am still a fan of requiring Haz-Mat suits for visitors, but Ben vetoed that idea...which is why we are actually getting out of the house.<br />
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Madden has made our wonderful life even better.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-47697816186198178012011-12-01T17:37:00.000-05:002011-12-01T17:37:21.769-05:00Date Night: Post BabyWhen the third Twilight Movie came out, I really wanted to watch it. Badly. But when the movie came out, I had a two week old baby. <br />
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So, Ben and I tried to arrange friends and family to come watch the little one so we could head to the movies. Sickness, holidays and more kept putting a rain-check for that plan.<br />
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Until Ben had a brilliant idea. Drive-In Movie Theater. So our first date night took place. We packed up the baby, grabbed some fast food, picked up our favorite movie candy and away we went! It was perfect. We could talk through the movie, take care of the baby AAAANNNDDD we got to watch the movie. Finally.<br />
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Throughout the movie, Ben would look at me and say, "Whose idea was this? Who suggested a drive-in movie theater?" <br />
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I am looking forward to our next date night.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-83117262453033625902011-11-28T22:04:00.000-05:002011-11-28T22:04:59.735-05:00Dinner Ideas: WANTEDI have no inspiration for dinner. So I'm asking for help. Basically, I've gotten EXTREMELY bored with food and cooking, so we definitely have the same things over and over again. We need to incorporate more vegetables, but when I go to the produce department of the grocery store, I feel overwhelmed and I stare blankly at all the veggies available.<br />
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Here is what we are currently consuming:<br />
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Chili<br />
Chicken with vegetables (green beans, broccoli, potatoes - in rotation)<br />
A pasta dish with tomato sauce and green beans or broccoli<br />
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HELP ME. Just for the record - Ben hates onions, so I cook without them. Looking forward to seeing your ideas. :)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-30931974661281874602011-11-24T19:13:00.001-05:002011-11-24T19:40:39.883-05:00Thanksgiving 2011This was going to be the year. The year Ben and I celebrated Thanksgiving in New York City to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. <br />
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This was not the year for that. <br />
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Instead, it was the year for baby snuggles. For young parents eating turkey in shifts. For an infant so curious of the festivities, he refused to nap. For 3 generations gathering. Lots of laughter, lots of yummy food. It was a good day.<br />
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Was it what we thought it would be? No. Was it sweeter? Absolutely.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-80495508749895984792011-11-23T12:57:00.000-05:002011-11-23T12:57:21.546-05:00Our 3am Morning'Twas the day before Thanksgiving and all through the house...<br />
...Slept a baby, a momma and two dogs...<br />
...While the daddy scurried around the house like a mouse.<br />
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Then 3am presented its face<br />
And chaos conviently picked up its pace.<br />
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Cried the baby for food! <br />
Then a change in the mood...<br />
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On the sheets she found poop.<br />
She was definitely thrown for a loop.<br />
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She flipped on the light. <br />
Oh! What a sight!<br />
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Poop on the floor!<br />
Don't say anymore!<br />
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She issued a plea the husband downstairs!<br />
"come help me!" <br />
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Up he ran, no steps did he lack! <br />
To the room he arrived and stopped in his tracks.<br />
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"Dogs!" <br />
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Soon The mess was cleaned...and the baby was fed. <br />
All seemed calm. Til...<br />
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Voices she heard outside of the window. <br />
A detour husband took from bed.<br />
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To see if the voices were a scam. <br />
BAM! <br />
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Outside on the streets, stood CATS! <br />
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(this is a true story)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-85499817094267353502011-11-19T12:43:00.001-05:002011-11-19T12:51:47.910-05:00Working Thru GriefIt has been 5 years since my mom passed away from cancer. This year, all I've been able to reflect on is how far I've come....specifically, how I've processed through my grief. Grief is so different for everyone. What works for me, may not work for everyone else. I am not an expert at all just someone sharing what worked for me. <br />
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1. Embracing all the emotions.<br />
Anger. Tears. Laughter. Fear. Abandonment. All these emotions have come at different times. Different moments. I've learned to accept them when they come. It helps me and removes the feeling of drowning. <br />
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2. Talking. <br />
Talking about my mom. Talking about my feelings. <br />
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3. Counseling. <br />
Going to see a counselor was wonderful. I felt I was given the tools to understand my grief. <br />
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4. Support Group.<br />
I joined <a href="http://http://www.studentsofamf.org/">Students of AMF</a> and the opportunity to meet with others who had experienced loss...specifically loss of a parent, sibling was so beneficial. So invaluable. <br />
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5. Community. <br />
My closest friends have never been timid about talking about my mom...or my feelings. It is a true sign of friendship when a subject is not taboo. <br />
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6. Difficult Days. Difficult Moments.<br />
I know the days that will be particularly hard. Those are almost easier to handle than the moments. The moments are unpredictable and come suddenly. Preparing for them is impossible, so I have no choice but to embrace.<br />
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7. A book. <br />
A lady gave this book to me for my dad. He read it in a day, it took me months. Every sentence was so raw and so aptly described how I felt. The book is "<a href="http://http://www.amazon.com/Grace-Disguised-Soul-Grows-through/dp/0310258952/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1321724707&sr=1-1">A Grace Disguised</a>".<br />
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I've learned that life goes on. And, that I will not live my life feeling handicapped by my loss. Healing does come and for me, Grace brought it.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250169010362121857.post-39181904262628088342011-11-15T11:15:00.001-05:002011-11-15T11:16:48.510-05:00Nursery Tour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24SaEs3wDwKtTGD4xwc8LU53NizcSn36PGolau388dhWpMUhbcX40TOmkQKPcXHyzFdr-NYc8SUuKh0m0-01A2EUuQpSadkPI_zHFlca3S6r4WYjlIQRr6QngQse3O_FzKTdrv5n8i1k/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24SaEs3wDwKtTGD4xwc8LU53NizcSn36PGolau388dhWpMUhbcX40TOmkQKPcXHyzFdr-NYc8SUuKh0m0-01A2EUuQpSadkPI_zHFlca3S6r4WYjlIQRr6QngQse3O_FzKTdrv5n8i1k/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazqmSLUTgA5kk0yLXBR8OwDzTql7q7Gwdz_AZaaA1mvdQKwBFJiIj3x3kp6bohPKtL7b1Lm1RQXGArvcY1z9LjSjNJbGV4m1n3zdxBeUvOIeVEfLfr_m2JDgUjMDZufyPh9wG9SXc9xA/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazqmSLUTgA5kk0yLXBR8OwDzTql7q7Gwdz_AZaaA1mvdQKwBFJiIj3x3kp6bohPKtL7b1Lm1RQXGArvcY1z9LjSjNJbGV4m1n3zdxBeUvOIeVEfLfr_m2JDgUjMDZufyPh9wG9SXc9xA/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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Where I got what:<br />
Quilt (my creation)<br />
<a href="http://www.babiesrus.com/shop/index.jsp?categoryId=2255957">Crib</a> (Not sure of the exact name or brand of crib)<br />
<a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/30151709">Rug,</a><br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60293685/82r-retro-owl-on-bicycle-6-x-6-print?ref=sc_3">Owl riding Bike Art</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/78600225/print-sale-book-buddies-boy-girl-red?ref=sr_gallery_10&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=owls+reading+book&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_noautofacet=1&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade%2Fchildren">Owls reading</a>,<br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/67320706/bedtime-owl-print?ref=pr_shop">Bedtime Owl Print </a><br />
Owl with green background (gifted),<br />
Owl painted canvas (custom piece my sister got for me),<br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/theowlslovenest">Trio Piece</a> (Owls on Tree, Nature Scene, "M" piece)<br />
O is For Owl Art Piece (working to find the link for the seller)<br />
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<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74649100/owl-pillow-plush-toy-bellaminas-owl">Owl Pillow/Stuffed Animal</a><br />
Owl Pillow (my creation) <br />
Dresser (bought from a friend)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129777775157125148noreply@blogger.com0