tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9705587079136259282024-03-13T09:06:03.871-07:00Jon and Brittney Ann!+our Mosherlings!Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-56621024505090378862016-03-09T00:08:00.000-08:002016-03-09T00:08:11.541-08:00An Update of Sorts!<div style="text-align: center;">
Wow... so I haven't posted anything since September. Wow.</div>
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Lots has happened!!</div>
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Liam started school again, Jon started school again, I started teaching again. We are just an educated lot!</div>
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Liam was in school three days a week originally, but his teacher and him didn't get along at all, and everyday that I would go to pick him up he would have been sent into a different classroom by himself. So I switched him out of that class, and got him into a different class and went back down to two days and that has helped him so much. We are pretty sure that Liam has ADHD and since it's a genetic thing and we know Jon has it, we are better able to help him work around it. I have found myself researching all of the reports on how to work with ADHD children and to help them be successful. He is so smart and bright and sweet, he just is so in his own world and literally cannot calm his brain down. It takes so much more energy for him to walk than it does to run, because his brain is working in overtime. I will admit that there are days when I feel like I am at the end of my sanity with him. I'm trying hard to make sure that he knows how much he is loved and that he is a smart, special little boy and that he is not lazy. Our main goal is for him to know that we are on his side and that we believe in him and that we are willing to do whatever we can to make sure that he is successful. And so far, it seems to be working. I took Liam in to class the other day and we walked in and he extended his arms out and said, "Hello Friends". AND THEY ALL CAME RUNNING TO HIM! He then touched each of them individually on the shoulder and called them by name. My face was that of, "What is going on????" My child is either going to be a politician or a cult leader..... -_-</div>
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Duncan turns two at the end of this month. What. The. Heck? How did my baby become two?? Like seriously? I don't even know how to describe Duncan. When he was born, I thought that he would be the innocent one and that Liam would be the one to kind of lead him into trouble and that Duncan would be the one to get Liam out of trouble. I could not have been farther from the truth. They are both trouble makers. The difference between them is the fact that Liam is very boisterous with his wrongdoings. He wants recognition either good or bad. He just enjoys showing off and getting attention. Duncan is so extremely quiet and stubborn. He does mischief because he can and he gets away with it. About said cult earlier. Duncan would be the true leader, and Liam would be the face of it. Duncan is so methodical about everything that he does. He also is way more stubborn than Liam. Liam would at least listen most of the time. Not Duncan. He adamantly refuses, to the point that I wonder if he's deaf. But I know he's not, because he can hear me come down the hall from the end of it. I just registered him for school for next year. I cannot believe how much he's grown.... it's pretty crazy!</div>
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Jon is taking a break from school right now because the last two classes he needs aren't offered until Fall semester. So he's still working, and he gets to hang out at home with us. I will say that it's been a hard transition. I'm not used to him being home all the time. But it's been nice to have him home to get some help with the boys.</div>
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I have worked on shows ever since Seussical ended. I music directed Once On The Island again at NDJH, assistant directed The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe at SJH, was the rehearsal accompanist for Scrooge at the Playhouse, rehearsal accompanist for Charlie Brown at the Playhouse, and started working on The Lion King at SJH, and am currently helping with Mary Poppins at the Playhouse. The next show I'm auditioning for is Shrek at the Playhouse! AND!!!!! Jon is auditioning with me!! I am so stinking excited!! We are going to have a blast!</div>
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And our super big news is that we got a puppy! We've been talking about it for a long time, but it was put on the back burner because life is crazy and the time was never right and we didn't know where we would get a puppy without having to spend a lot of money to a breeder. We specifically wanted a puppy because we have young kids and didn't want to bring in a dog whose history we didn't know and we want the dog to grow with our boys as well. Well, about a 6 weeks ago, I started having the feeling that I needed to research dogs and look into the how to's of having a dog. So I did, but knew that we weren't going to be getting one for awhile. At least that's what I thought. But then, there was a picture of a puppy that showed up on the pound website. He was about 4 months old. So I just had this super strong feeling that this was the reason I was researching dogs again. His picture showed up on a Friday, and the pound was closed Saturday and Sunday. So Monday morning bright and early, we got up, went to the shelter as a family and met who would be the newest member of our family. We immediately fell in love and knew that he was the right puppy for us.</div>
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He's a lab/mix, and he's a bundle of energy. I knew that the first year would be absolute craziness, but let me tell you- having this dog is seriously like having another toddler! We have three children. Haha, not really, but that's how it feels. I'm constantly getting after Liam for teasing him and then I'm constantly getting after the dog for biting at Liam, not maliciously but in a "hey, you are the same size as me and I think you are a puppy". We have to keep reminding Liam not to lay down in front of the dog, and to stop putting his body parts next to the dogs mouth. Overall, he's an awesome dog. He's playful and super energetic, but he can feel the room and when we are ready to just relax and chill, he will lay down and do the same. He's pretty relaxed with the boys too, Duncan was pulling his tail the other day and he didn't really care. He acknowledged it and then just went back to what he was doing. Liam's behaviour has already improved as well. Everyone that he interacts with without us has told us that he's listening better and following instructions and that he's not as quick to throw fits. So I feel like our dog has been a help for Liam already. We named him Lancelot, because I was listening to Spamalot and that song came on. It suits him! Thankfully, we get to go have him fixed this month, and we are hoping that calms him down a tiny bit.</div>
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PICTURE OVERLOAD! BE PREPARED!</div>
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It's also funny how you forget about stuff until you see the picture and then you remember all about it!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jon and I at the LWW performance. Jon is the best bringer of pizza! Every show, he brings the pizza for our cast party. Love him! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were both pissed about having to leave Nana's house. Look at my hot husband! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a funny story: I ran out of toilet paper. So I had to call for Liam. Liam came and I told him to go get me toilet paper. He left and was gone for a long time, so I figured that his ADHD had gotten the better of him and that he forgot what he was searching for. So I called for him again and told him to get me toilet paper. This was the result. I finally was able to explain it well enough that he could bring me a full roll of toilet paper. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of Duncan's last pictures in his crib. It was a very emotional day for me, because he's my last and this is the last time that we will use this crib. I was having a hard time with this big change.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Duncan's brand new bed! I was really worried because Duncan had started climbing out of his crib, and I hadn't even started budgeting for a new bed for him. But my dad came to our rescue and got us a bed, and my mum got us some sheets that Duncan (and Liam) loved!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jon even got to come to Theatre Conference with us this year! We had such a fun time!! I absolutely LOVE what I do!! I love being able to spend time with students and help them learn!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was on my 30th time trying to potty train Liam (if anyone wants to come do it for me, I will love you and make cookies for you for a year!) and Duncan just went and sat on the toilet. I think he'll be easier than Liam. And I'm wondering if I should just train Duncan and then hopefully sibling rivalry will come out in Liam.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know why this is sideways..... But I love my husband! He is my everything!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam's first barber haircut. My dad was so excited to take him to his barber, and my dad's smile throughout the whole thing was better than Liam's reaction to everything. Afterward we got ice cream, and it was a really fun outing with my daddy.</td></tr>
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Seussical has been a huge part of my life for the past three years. From the first time I saw it at Clearfield High when I was in 9th grade, to musically directing it twice, to seeing it again at Clearfield High school when Liam was just little, to performing in it. These characters have been there for a long time. I am pretty sure that Jon is a little sick of all the rhyming, but he's a super rad husband for "letting" me keep up what I love doing! There is something funny that happens when you become a mom and you lose a little bit of yourself under all the other responsibilities of keeping tiny humans alive. I had definitely forgotten how fantastic it is to be in a show and to have a different kind of responsibility. It is time to put Seussical away for a while since it's been an integral part of our life for the past three years. </div>
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A big thank you to EVERYONE involved in this portion of my life! Thank you for working with me, thank you for supporting me, thank you for involving me, thank you for being who I needed at the time. I have learned so much about myself throughout all of this, and I am so glad that I am back to being me again. I have learned to let go of the people in my life who don't make me a priority in theirs and I've really learned about true friendship in this process. It's been long, and it's been hard, but friends will make time for you and they will support you through everything. And if they want to be there, they will find a way! I have had so many wonderful friends come to the show amongst their busy lives, and I am so grateful that they were able to take three hours out of their crazy lives to show love to me. </div>
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-61616677214383842042015-09-07T09:15:00.002-07:002015-09-07T09:15:48.462-07:00Thoughts of a BrittneyAbout 7 years ago I had an institute teacher tell me at the end of class, how I was always happy and that on my absolute worst day I would probably be as happy as he was on his absolute best day. At the time, I didn't think much of it, just thanked him and left the classroom. That thought almost haunted me for a long time after Liam was born and I went through postpartum depression. Because that was my absolute worst time, and I remember thinking to myself: there is no way this could be someones happy time.<br />
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Fast forward three years and I am in costume going to cast call and Dennis Ferrin who is directing Addams Family sees me and I say hi, and he tells the person he's talking to, "She's always so cheerful". It hit me so hard, because I hadn't heard that for a long time. It made my day! Later, I was talking to Jon about it and I told him that it really felt as though I was truly me again. Being on stage is such a big part of my life and I love directing and watching, but nothing beats the feeling of actually being on stage and performing and bringing a story to life. I am so glad that I auditioned and that I have had this opportunity to be on stage again. I also feel as though it's made me a better director, because there are just sometimes that you lose sight of how it feels to be on the receiving end of notes and how it feels to be an actor. I'm so excited to start up at the schools again.<br />
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Also on that note, I am music directing at NDJH again! I got a call last week and we are going to be doing Once on This Island!!! I am so excited! It's going to be a really good year!! We are starting auditions at SJH on Wednesday and we have kids signed up til 4:45! I'm so excited to see the program growing!<br />
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There are so many thoughts going through my head right now, I can't really keep them straight! I have met fantastic people through this show. I am so grateful for this opportunity! And it's been wonderful, because I'm not the one doing all of the work to keep the friendship going, it really is a two way thing, and I am realising more and more that if people want to keep in contact with you, they will. It's not my job to keep fighting for something that I'm the only one fighting for. There comes a time when I have to be done. And I hit that moment two weeks ago, and it was very freeing. Is it sad? Absolutely. Does it infuriate me sometimes? Yes. But I've become more apathetic toward it as of late. I can't keep fighting for someone who doesn't view me as an important person.<br />
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Well, those have been my thoughts for this morning. I'll blog later about the updates with the family. With possible pictures!<br />
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<br />Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-69202606962974263902015-08-19T20:05:00.001-07:002015-08-19T20:05:11.243-07:00February to August! <div style="text-align: justify;">
Well, it's been quite awhile, as my last blog post was in February and here we are in the middle of August!</div>
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Still going strong in school. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter though and we can almost smell the fresh air that consists of nights that won't end in an all night study session for daddy/husband. Jon graduates in December. Yes. THIS December!! Not next year, not in two years, but in just four short months! And we could not be more happy, proud, excited, elated, nervous, anxious and any and all other emotions that one would expect to feel at the winding down of any big accomplishment. To say that I am proud of Jon would be a huge understatement. I am constantly in awe of my wonderful husband and of how hard he works. He is amazing and I love him so much and am so grateful for the example that he is setting for our children, and for me. He truly is fantastic, and I know that he is more ready than we are to be done with this first schooling accomplishment! We are going to be waiting about a year and then he's going to jump in to get his masters done. Then maybe a Ph.D? Who knows? He's got the two Doctors of my family to catch up to!<br />
His new semester starts in just a couple of weeks, so he is soaking in as much free time as he can right now.<br />
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BRITTNEY:<br />
So much!!! I finished music directing Seussical at North Davis! The kids did a good job and Duncan was adorable! Brittany and I were just starting to discuss what show to do next year and then she got a part time English teaching job at Clearfield High, so I actually won't be at NDJH next year. It was sad, but kind of relieving because of the time it would have required. And with my dad having to go to the VA for his cancer treatments I really need to make sure I'm not putting too much on my mother. Because Jon will have about five classes next semester, so I really don't want to put stress on him either. It was a sad moment, because I have loved working with Brittany, but I am actually quite relieved!<br />
Then we finished Once on This Island at Syracuse Jr. High, and let me tell you, that was the best show I've ever seen done by a junior high. The music, the dancing, the singing, the acting, the costumes, the set. Everything was executed perfectly and I feel like my life was truly changed by this show. It was such a good show, and we had such a great cast to pull it off. Then after the show was over, we went into the music review, which- holy moly- was hard to put together. We did Mary Poppins, and there was so much music for not a ton of rehearsal time, but the kids stepped up to the challenge and did great! I was so proud of them, and it's so sad to think that my time with some of them is done!! The ninth graders were seventh graders when I started at SJH and so it's really sad to see them off, but they are going to do wonderfully in high school.<br />
I had a birthday! And Jon totally spoilt me all day long!! We had a fantastic day, and it rained.... like it does every year on my birthday, so that's cool that things don't change. I like to think that it's a little gift from England every year on my birthday.<br />
I also auditioned for Seussical at Terrace Plaza Playhouse. EEK!!! I was seriously so nervous!! I almost didn't audition because I was so nervous and I had actually been feeling pretty down about myself lately. But I got up, and I got there and I auditioned and I was called back for Mayzie, Gertrude and a Bird Girl. I was seriously so excited to just be considered for anything!! I hadn't done a show for so long, that I just needed to be in something!! So I went to the dance call back and then the vocal callbacks and sang my little heart out and then I waited...... for the rest of Saturday, all day Sunday, and then half way through Monday. Then finally, I refreshed the website and the cast list was posted!!!! And what happened??? I was cast as Gertrude!! I cannot tell you how excited I was! Gertrude is one of my dream roles, and I am so grateful that I've been given this opportunity! I'm also just excited to be in it. So we've been doing rehearsals during the week and on Saturday mornings, and I love it! I love having purpose outside of mom mode!<br />
We opened the beginning of August, and I cannot reiterate enough how grateful I am for this opportunity! We've had really good audiences, and it's been so much fun to perform again and to get so involved in a story. Jon brought me the most amazing opening night present! He brought me a bouquet, but not just ANY bouquet, he brought me these folded flowers that had been made with Gertrude McFuzz's pages in her story. Then he wrote me this cute note that I had to stop myself from crying because I already had put on my makeup!! But just know that I have the most amazing husband ever and that he is fantastic!!<br />
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LIAM:<br />
Liam is now three years old!! And boy, does he act it. I had heard from several people that threes were harder than twos, and I believe it. He woke up on his birthday and immediately he was more trying. I didn't think it would happen, but it totally did.<br />
Liam is doing so well!! He is learning so much and he is such a sweet little boy- with a little sass.... ok- a LOT of sass. He is becoming very opinionated and definitely tells us what's what. He is in preschool now, I got him into Bravo Arts Academy last year and he has flourished. It was definitely hard for him in the beginning because it was a lot of "no's" from his teacher, but she was so good and so patient with him, and he learned so much last year. Today we got to go to his school for "meet your teacher" day! We walked him in and he saw Ms. Jensen and ran up to her to give her a hug, and proceeded to go into her classroom. We told him that he got to have a new teacher, and he didn't seem too pleased with that prospect, but he followed us into his new classroom. His new teacher is really sweet. But, Liam definitely wasn't the most hyper child in there, so I hope that she can handle them this year. Friday is his actual first day, but he has been so excited to go to school, so that is a good thing!!<br />
We made the attempt to potty train during my Hell week, which wasn't the smartest idea on my part, but I had run out of diapers, and I didn't want to go to the store to get more. So the first day was great, he went on the potty, and only had one accident! The second day was a little bit more difficult... and needless to say, I broke down and got diapers, because I wasn't ready to focus all my time on it. The only problem with that is he needs to be able to go potty for school, otherwise they will call me to come change him. Which I don't mind, but now I'm constantly on call while he's at school.<br />
Liam has been having a rough time lately, he's so smart and so sweet, but I like to call it a big spirit in a little body. He gets so frustrated very quickly and it takes a long time for him to calm down. I have to admit that I had a crying session the other night, because I worry that I'm doing something wrong, and I worry that I'm not doing enough for him to flourish. He's such a free spirited child, that I worry that he will be labeled as the "bad child" or that people will dread having him around. He has gotten so belligerent and so stubborn that it's hard to handle him sometimes. I'm trying my hardest, but honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing! He's my first. Jon keeps telling me that if he doesn't need intense therapy later in life, we are doing a good job. He really is a sweet kid, he just has a difficult time focusing, and I know it's not his fault, but it is frustrating to have to constantly remind him to focus.<br />
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DUNCAN!!<br />
Oh my goodness. Duncan has completely stolen our hearts. We have to keep telling Liam that Duncan is out cute-ing him, because he is just being so freaking adorable. All the freaking time!! He finally has more than his two bottom teeth. It took forever, but I am not complaining! I nursed Duncan til 13 months, and then one day, he just decided that he was done. It was like a bad breakup, I had absolutely no closure!! There was one night that I really broke down and just cried and cried! It was really an emotional night! Then, as if Duncan knew, he nursed one more time later that week. I cherished every moment of that forty minutes! The only problem with Duncan weaning himself was the fact that he still wouldn't drink from a cup, or a bottle or any other device. So he would eat just fine, and then I would put breastmilk in a the syringe that comes with infant tylenol, and I would syringe feed him. Finally, he picked up on how to drink from a straw, and that's what he's done for the past couple months. His and my relationship got a lot better when we weaned; all he saw me for a was food for the first year of his life. He didn't want anything to do with me except to eat, then he wouldn't pay me any mind. He didn't want to snuggle with me or play with me, all I was was food. He was constantly crying around me too, because he just wanted to nurse. Everyone would tell me that he was so cute and adorable and I would think, "No he's not. All he does is cry!!". But after we were done nursing, suddenly he was adorable all the time because he actually interacted with me.<br />
About a month ago Duncan got hand, foot, mouth disease and it was a miserable time for all of us. We tried so hard to keep Duncan and Liam as separate as we could, but it was to no avail. Liam got it too. Thankfully, Liam didn't get it nearly as bad as Duncan did. Duncan had the rash all over his body, on his feet, hands, legs, groin, around and in his mouth. It was so sad! Duncan handled it all like a champ though! He was so sweet even though he was in pain. Liam acted like a toddler, even though he only got the rash on the bottom of his feet, on his legs and some in his groin area. Not fun, for sure! But definitely not nearly as bad as Duncan.<br />
Last week was Duncan's first time in Nursery! I cannot believe that he's almost old enough to go in by himself! He did so good!! He sat and played with Playdoh without eating it, and then he sat so sweetly in Sharing Time and played with the bells that they gave him to play with. He truly was adorable!!! We only stayed for the first hour, because I had to be back in Relief Society to play the piano, but it was so adorable!! And it is so crazy to think that he's going to be in Nursery soon, without me. My baby is definitely not my baby anymore. He's growing up so fast!!<br />
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ABOUT OUR SUMMER:<br />
In June, Jon and I were going to go to a marriage retreat that my brother and sister in law were organizing. It ended up getting cancelled and so we thought about lots of other things to do. One of which was to go to Tuacahn and see the shows they have going on. After much discussion, we came to the conclusion that since Liam was about two weeks away from turning three we would take him to Disneyland because he would be free. So, we dropped Duncan off to my parents house in the morning, and we started our journey to Disneyland. Jon drove for about seven hours, and then right before getting into California we swapped and I drove the rest of the way. Liam did pretty good for being in the car for 10 straight hours. We got to the hotel, and the thing that immediately caught his interest was the phones. So we had to unplug those for our stay.<br />
The next day, we got all ready to go, and we went to Disneyland and waited in our first line.... to get into the park. Ha. It was magical!! To see Liam's eyes completely light up was the most adorable thing!! We rode on the train first so he got to see everything, and he loved it!! The train conductor even gave Liam a button that said "first time" on it. We went on Haunted Mansion first, and then we discovered that Liam was 2 inches too short for any of the other rides, so we mainly rode all the little kid rides, which you forget how awesome they are when you don't HAVE to ride them anymore. Liam's favourite ride was Ariel's Undersea Adventure over in California Adventures. And this little kid got to meet Mickey Mouse. We waited in the line for forty five minutes, but it was so worth it. We walked into the room that Mickey was in and Liam just stared at him in revered awe! Then he went up and gave him a hug and then just went off on a string of gibberish that no one understood. But it was so cute!! We had a fantastic time! And ever since we got home, Liam has been asking to go back to Disneyland.<br />
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-2190492838118696312015-02-06T21:03:00.000-08:002015-02-06T21:03:31.740-08:00Some Liam FunniesSo. Liam is hilarious. He just is. Here are some of his stories....<br />
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We went to the Train Depot in Ogden, and Liam has started the potty training process... Basically, when he tells me that he needs to go pee or poop, I take him to the potty. I don't force it, I don't make him. I just let him choose when he wants to go. Well, when he goes potty, I always tell him "good job!" and give him a high five. So I had to go to the bathroom, so Liam came in with me into the stall. Well, I did my thing and he said, "good job!" and gave me a high five. Right then, we heard the lady in the next stall give out a little laugh. Then Liam heard her doing her thing and pounded on the stall divider and shout, "good job!!!" I was laughing pretty hard!<br />
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Somedays, Liam is a bottomless pit of an eater, while other days he's super picky about what he'll even look at. On this particular day, he had had quite a good lunch and had eaten quite a bit. Well, we had to go to Walmart afterward to do some grocery shopping. We are going down the aisle that has all the Valentine Candy on display and Liam points and asks, "please". I told him that we weren't going to get any candy today but that we could another day. That answer didn't satisfy him, and he grabbed his stomach and dropped to the dirty Walmart floor and proceeded to cry out, "Hungwy! Hungwy Mama, So so hungwy!". While I'm standing there, watching in horror as all these people are staring at me as the mother who doesn't feed her child. I was quite mortified.<br />
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Jon and Liam had a pretty funny interaction the other day. Liam was by the brick fireplace that we have, and Jon asked him if that was brick. Liam said, "no! It's rocks!" to which Jon responded, "No, it's bricks." This went on for awhile and then finally Liam said, "No daddy. It's not bricks, it's rocks!"<br />
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Lately, Liam has been calling Jon by his first name. Usually when he's not happy with him. And it's usually in lower tone with him clapping his hands. It's pretty adorable!<br />
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The other thing that is super cute, is Duncan usually wakes up after Liam and I have been up for a little bit. Well, the other day, I told Liam that we needed to go get Duncan from his room and so he went into his room, turned on the light and in what I can only imagine was him imitating me he said, "good morning Duncan! Did you sleep well?"<br />
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Liam is very good at recognizing his alphabet. There's only a couple that he can't quite figure out yet. D is usually B or A, S is usually C, X and Y get swapped and Q is always O. But my favourite that he says is W. He says it 'wubbleyou', oh my heck. Cutest thing ever!<br />
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Today at call backs, he found one boy that became his new best friend for the rest of the time, and he followed him everywhere and did whatever he did. It was really cute!<br />
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So, a while back, my parents cat who was 22 years old went downhill really fast, like within a week, and so my parents decided that it was best for us to put her down so that she wouldn't have to suffer. Well, that was about two or three months ago. The other day, Liam went to the stairs and waved to something and said, "oh hi, Daisey!" Jon said that was pretty creepy, and then the next day Liam was in the dining room eating breakfast and I was in the bathroom doing my hair and I heard Liam say, "no, no, no Daisey. No, No". So we are pretty sure that my parent's cat is haunting our house.<br />
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Those are all the ones I can think of right now, but there are more. oh boy, are there more! When I think of some more I'll write them down. Because they say that you forget if they aren't written down. Which is so true!<br />
<br />Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-5341038683985221982015-02-06T20:38:00.001-08:002015-02-06T20:38:48.258-08:00Three Months in ONE!Well, there is a ton to catch up on!<br />
DECEMBER:<br />
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December was great! We had a ton of fun, for a whole family of sick people! Jon had five weeks off between semesters, and he was sick for most of them! As was Liam, and then Duncan, and then Me. It was not the best Christmas we've ever had. But we still managed to have a ton of fun. We did our Christmas Tradition of putting up the Christmas Tree! And that was difficult in of itself, because Liam wanted to play with it for a month! We were constantly telling him not to touch the tree, or touch the ornaments, or play with the lights. Then we went on our Christmas Hayride through the Layton Park to see the lights! We had a really fun time! Then Christmas Eve, my parents left for England and Scotland to go visit my family over there for the holidays. The trip had originally started out as going to see my Aunty Mary because she was sick, but in September, she was going downhill and so my parents and two of my brothers went over to visit her and to say their last goodbye's. So the trip that was originally meant to see her turned into visiting the whole family. It was really hard not having Christmas with my parents. I cried a lot. As silly as that is, but it's true. So Christmas Eve we went to Grandma and Grandpa Mosher's home to have the traditional family party that night, and we had a fun time! Liam got a giant train set, and Duncan got a cute train that he can play with. Liam is very much into trains right now, trains, cars and airplanes! So he was thrilled to have gotten such a wonderful present! Then Christmas Morning we went over to Rod and Sheri's house for our traditional Christmas Breakfast. We had a fun time with family opening presents and spending time together. Then afterward, we came home and I had put a roast in the oven earlier that morning, and so that was cooking and smelling delicious. Because my parents were gone, we didn't have the traditional Christmas Dinner at my parents house, so it was very odd indeed. But Barb and Patrick came over and ate dinner with us and got to spend time with the boys.<br />
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JANUARY:<br />
January was crazy! After Winter Break, the kids came back to school and had two weeks to put on Aladdin Jr. It was a rough couple of weeks, and we had quite the little diva moment from one of the girls, and then Brittany and I got yelled at by a parent- which was my first time! I was more excited than I probably should have been- and we had some wonderfully sweet moments with the kids. It was rough, because they aren't used to how strict I am with things, and so it was definitely a learning experience for me, because I have to teach them differently than SJH.<br />
Duncan also had his 9 month appointment Dec. 31, and it didn't go very well. When Duncan was 6 months he weighed 15.10 and at his 9 month appointment he weighed 15.11- so he had only gained an ounce in three months. I was shocked and taken aback, because he loves to nurse, and eat, and he loves table food. So I was told that I needed to take him back in February so that I could do a weight check. The doctor said apart from his weight that he looked great! He was happy and healthy, just small. I left the appointment in tears though, because I felt like I had failed him somehow. I had started working out more and eating less, but still eating what I had been told were enough calories to keep up my milk supply and that's the only thing that had changed in those three months. I was pretty beat up about it, and I was blaming myself for Duncan lack of weight gain. So, I started eating more calories and drinking about 50oz more water in the day, and really trying to make sure that I could keep up my milk supply for him. His appointment wasn't until February, but I took him in two weeks in to see if what I was doing was working and he had gained TWO pounds! I was so happy, and felt a little less guilty.<br />
I also went to Theatre Conference and attended some really fun workshops, and then went to the fantastic keynote speaker of Frank Wildhorn. He had brought four of his friends to do a mini concert for us of songs from his shows. It was wonderful, and I love him!<br />
Then we started a new semester and started the audition process for SJH's Once on This Island! I am so excited to work with Kallee and Alyn again. I love these women, they are wonderful. We cast the show and I'm excited to see how these kids grow and learn!<br />
My parents also celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary! How wonderful is that? It is such a huge accomplishment and I am so grateful that I get to have their example in my life of how to be a good wife and create a happy home and marriage. <br />
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FEBRUARY:<br />
Now we are to this month! It's been a crazy couple of weeks! After finishing up auditions at SJH, I went right into auditions at NDJH. It's been a crazy busy, and exhausting two weeks! But we cast the show tonight and I'm excited to work with these kids as well. My schedule is going to be so packed full for the next couple of months, but that's the way I love it! I'm to the point where I wish Duncan would take a bottle or a cup, just so that I don't have to worry about having to be there to nurse him, because that's gotten to be difficult managing my time so that I can nurse him and then go to rehearsal. It'll be easier now that auditions are done, but these two weeks have been hard. He is a very demanding child though and he knows that I have got the goods for him, so he refuses anything other than me. Except table food. This kid has got quite the appetite for everything!<br />
Life is also crazy, because back in December my dad got the diagnosis of prostate cancer. So because my mom is my caretaker, we've had to do some juggling, because there are days that she has to take him to doctor appointments and so I've had to figure out what to do with my kids. Thankfully, Alyn and Brittany are totally understanding so if I have to bring one or both of them then they are ok with that. Because I will make about at much as Jon would while working, we had discussed Jon quitting his job so that he could go to school and then watch the boys for me so that we could relieve my mom of that responsibility, but when Jon went to give his two weeks, his boss was very understanding and said that they were willing to be flexible with whatever Jon needed to do and that even if Jon needed to take a couple months off then they would be willing to work with him. As hard as it has been to know that my daddy has cancer, we've all been blessed so much and there are so many tender mercies that have happened to us. I am so grateful for all of the blessings that we've been given. So when I absolutely need Jon, he is able to be there for me, and mum still is able to watch the boys. I am so lucky to have such wonderful family that support me in what I love doing. People have asked how I'm doing with my dad's diagnosis and all I can tell them is that I'm trying to stay positive, because it's happening regardless, and I might as well have a good attitude about it. <br />
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Well, that's the past couple months in a nutshell!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My parents brought a kilt back from Scotland that they had purchased just for Liam and Duncan. And when Liam grows out of it, Duncan will get to wear it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alyn and I at Theatre Conference!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to Red Lobster the other day, and the manager was so sweet and when Liam and I were looking at the lobsters, she got this giant thing out of the tank and let Liam touch it, and he was so happy about it! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the present that I got for my parents anniversary. It's a canvas collage of our family photo's.</td></tr>
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<br />Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-28412566704242131212014-12-01T14:54:00.003-08:002014-12-01T14:54:42.740-08:00Playing Catch Up!<div style="text-align: center;">
Oh my gosh! Do you realise that it's DECEMBER today? December.... This year has flown by! Last year I was almost six months pregnant with Duncan. And here he is just turned 8 months old!</div>
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I am truly in shock with how fast time goes by nowadays. I feel like some days are so slow and I can barely make it to bedtime, and then I look back and a whole month has gone by. </div>
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My sweet little boy is 8 months old! He is crawling and standing and cruising along furniture. Although he is still nursing, he loves to eat anything we put in front of him and will stare at you with giant puppy dog eyes when you have something he wants but can't have. It's amazing to see the differences in Duncan and Liam. Liam honestly didn't care if I was around or not, he just did what he did and nothing bothered him. Duncan is very much a needy baby. He doesn't like not being with me and he's happy with someone else as long as he can't hear or see me, cause then he just wants me. He loves flashy things, as most babies do, and he will fixate on something across the room and go after it, his favourite thing right now is Jon's green water bottle. Jon will put it on the floor and Duncan rushes to it. He's also extremely fast, and he gets faster once he notices that you are following him. I just cleaned out his drawers today and said goodbye to his three month clothing and his three to six month clothing, as he is getting to the point where he is in six to nine month clothing. And I washed the clothes we had in storage that are six to twelve months and put them in his dresser. It seems as though he's growing up faster than Liam did, and I can't believe that I'm already prepping his twelve month clothes. </div>
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His favourite things to do right now are clapping, tapping on surfaces and clicking his tongue. He will tap on pretty much everything and then he loves to hear us clapping for him. He also loves to smile and laugh. This kid is quite the giggler and he loves to give out his adorable smiles. </div>
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It's hard to imagine my boys getting older but I'm excited for when they can both play with each other and I don't have to constantly worry about what they are doing.</div>
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LIAM:</div>
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This little guy has started pre-school! Oh my goodness, that was a fun first week, haha! I stayed in the waiting room for the first day, and the entire time all I heard was Liam screaming and the teacher telling him "no", or "you need to share" or "we don't climb up there". There was even one time when he managed to escape and he came running to me- something he's never done- and climbed into my lap. He teacher followed after him and I told him that his teacher was being so patient with him and that he needed to listen to her and follow directions. He took a hold of her hand and followed her back into the classroom. It was heart breaking to know that he was struggling, but at the same time I knew that this social interaction and the structure of his classroom is exactly what he needs. He gets better everyday and I am so grateful for a wonderful teacher who is patient and kind to him. The other day, I was in the waiting room at the end of his class and I heard him shout and another boy scream and start to cry, the teacher asked what happened and I heard the other little boy say, "He hit me!" and the teacher said, "Liam, did you hit him?" and without any hesitation my son said, "YUP!" and all I could think was, "well.... at least he's honest."</div>
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For the longest time Liam refused to talk or say any words. All he would do would point and grunt. It was driving Jon and I crazy, because we didn't know what to do for him to help him and I was starting to look up speech therapists. Then one day, while Jon and Liam were watching Curious George together, Jon realised that all George does is grunt and point-<i>exactly</i> like Liam. So we stopped letting him watch Curious George and by two weeks later, Liam was saying real words and holding conversations with us. It was amazing to see the huge difference! His favourite show now is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Liam will go around with Scot's Mickey ears and say, "McMouse!" It's adorable!</div>
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JON:</div>
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Jon is still studying hard and going to school and working. I don't see him a ton, but when I do we always manage to find something fun to do with the kids and watch our shows together when the boys are in bed. </div>
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ME:</div>
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I am doing really well! SJH's play opened the second week of November and so now all I'm worrying about is NDJH's musical, Aladdin, which opens in January. We have just a little bit of music left to do and then we are in the last legs of doing that. Next semester I will be working on Once on This Island at SJH and then doing Suessical at NDJH. I'm going to be super busy!</div>
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I have also picked up running! I run almost every night, although this past week I haven't done much because I caught the illness that my boys had. I'm in my 9th week of running and run about 3 miles every night. As much as i hated running at first, I've come to love it and enjoy it. Crazy right??</div>
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Apart from just being a mom and keeping two kids alive every day I'm pretty boring. </div>
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Alright, now on to the real thing that people care about. PICTURES!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We practice finding words with our scrabble tiles</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the cat took over Duncan's blanket.... silly JoJo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was on the computer one day and looked over and this was what I saw. I laughed so hard, he was so cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam loves going outside with my dad. The moment he walks in the door, Liam grabs his hand and pulls him to the door. Some days, Dad will take him in the garage and let him sit in the Mustangs or whatever other car my dad is working on. Some days they sit in chairs with their drinks by the pool, but Liam LOVES to help my dad "clean" the pool.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I finally had to put the gate up so that Duncan couldn't get to the stairs!</td></tr>
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Well, a lot has happened in the month since I've had surgery. I'm all healed up and have started exercising again in hopes to lose the baby weight from two children with a lapse of Postpartum Depression in the middle. I have about 50-60 pounds to lose to be back down to a much more healthy weight so that's at the top of my to do list every day. I am also working at two different junior high's this year! The new theatre teacher at North Davis Junior High asked me to come help with their musical this year; they are doing Aladdin and so I knew that I could work it into my schedule so I accepted. It's really fun working on this show again and working with different kids. Already, it's a different show that the two other times I've worked on it. It's been really fun working with Brittany and getting to know her! I've also started back up at Syracuse Jr. High and love it. This will be my third year working with them and I seriously love being there! We are doing a play right now called "A Nuther Thing" and next semester we are going to be putting on Once on This Island. I love working with the kids and they seriously have so much talent! </div>
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The past couple weeks, everyone in my family has been sick. Except for me! Liam started out with it, and then gave it to my mom, and then to Jon and then to my dad, and then to Duncan. Watching everyone around me get sick was like waiting for my execution! But I never got whatever bug was going around. Thankfully! Because I had stuff I had to do!! Everyone has slowly gotten better, but it was a strong virus! At first I thought that it was that Entovirus or whatever it's called that had people on high alert for a couple weeks, but Liam never had trouble breathing so I wasn't worried. Lots of fluids and baths and "rest"- which for Liam is a minute long nap- he got that from me. </div>
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Liam has a new friend! His name is Jackson and he lives in my parents ward! They had a play date the other day which had to be postponed because of Liam's illness and recovery. Because even though he wasn't sick anymore, his nose was still runny and he would wipe it all up his arm. It was truly disgusting. Anyway, so we had a playdate with them last week and Liam had so much fun! He and Jackson played for a good two hours! But finally, Liam was tired and was starting to get a little grouchy, so it was time to go back to nana's house and he actually took a nap! </div>
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Duncan turned six months old yesterday and I honestly cannot believe that he has been in our lives for that long! He was such a trying baby for the longest time and I was seriously just trying to keep my head above water with him. Countless prayers were offered in hopes that I would be able to cope. Then when he turned four months old, it was like a switch flipped and he became the happiest baby, rarely cries, smiles at everyone, giggles like crazy... I was very grateful because life for me had become very strained. I loved him because he was mine, but after four months I really liked him! He has been mobile for the past month. Which is a lot faster than Liam! Liam started crawling a week before six months and Duncan started right at five months! Every morning has become a "hurry and make sure everything is picked up off the floor" type of morning because this kid is a cruiser. We have his six month check up on Wednesday so we'll see how much he's grown!</div>
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Liam is learning to share, now with his new friend and his mobile little brother. And he doesn't like it all that much. Last night, we were with Duncan and Liam and Liam would rather put his toys away than to have Duncan play with them, and when we got toys out for Duncan to play with Liam would scream "NO!" and run to take it away. But it's good for him to learn that we share with others. Jon took Liam to the treehouse on Saturday and Liam pushed two kids out of his way, so we are still working on him. </div>
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About two weeks before I had surgery, we had had family pictures taken and when I was recovering our photographer emailed me telling me that they were done. So I'll post my favourites here!</div>
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-19316915732416102342014-08-30T14:52:00.002-07:002014-08-30T14:59:19.216-07:00What instrument can skeletons NOT play?So, this week has been kind of a whirl wind, and I know that I need to write it all down so that I will be able to remember it.<br />
All month long I have been having some stomach pain, it wasn't nearly as bad at the beginning of the month and then it slowly started getting worse and worse. By Thursday of last week, the pain had localised into my right lower abdomen, and then it started wrapping around my back. By Saturday I was afraid that I had a kidney infection. On Sunday I was in lots of pain, we went to church and by the time Relief Society had come around the pain was starting to escalate. My visiting teacher came over and sat next to me and held onto Duncan for the whole lesson, which I was very grateful for, because I was feeling pretty bad. About ten minutes before church was over, I took the baby and left. Jon had been teaching that day and he had gotten done early, I carried the baby to him and handing him over and told him that we needed to go. I got to the car and just started crying because of how much pain was emanating from my side.<br />
Jon got me home and put me in bed with another Motrin, and I slept until 5 pm. When I woke up, I had the dull aching, but it was nothing compared to how it was earlier. We went down to Salt Lake to go to my cousins viewing and on the way home I was starting to feel sick again. By 10 pm, I was in a lot of pain- so much so that we called my mom and had her come to sit with the children and Jon took me to the ER. I went in and they started doing a bunch of tests, they did two ultrasounds and then the pain started getting worse and so they gave me some Morphine. Then they took me in for a CT scan and determined that I had gall stones, but the doctor said that where I was describing the pain wasn't a normal cause for gall bladder problems. So the ER sent me home basically telling me it was in my head.<br />
The next morning I woke up and I had the worst headache and I felt horrible. I had a doctor appointment with my OB later that day, so I was just waiting until I could go there. My mother came over and cleaned the kitchen and then she took me to the doctor. My OB asked how I was doing so I told him about the pain and whatnot and he took note that I felt a bit warm, so the nurse came in with the thermometer. I registered a 101.4 fever and so he did another ultrasound and had my blood drawn, while they were waiting for the test results of the blood they had me wait. I was texting my mum who was out in the parking lot with my children, my husband who was at school, and my brother giving them updates on what was going on. Dr. Johnson told me that they were waiting for the white blood count to see if it was elevated and if so then they would send me to the surgeon to talk about getting my appendix out. My brother was texting me quotes from Spies Like Us from the scene where they are doing the appendectomy. My WBC came back normal but my doctor felt uneasy about it, so he sent me to the surgeon anyway. This entire time I was getting more and more nervous and just wishing that Jon were there with me.<br />
My dad had been called and came to the clinic and so we went over to the general surgeons office together and then I went back to visit with the surgeon. After the surgeon came in there was a knock at the door and he opened it and it was my sweet husband. I almost started crying! I was so happy to see Jon! The surgeon had me get on the table and felt my stomach and did some things that hurt and then he said that he felt it was my gall bladder and that it would be best to get it taken out. So we planned for the next day for me to go in and have surgery. I was instructed not to eat after midnight and that they would either call me or for me to call in the morning to see when they wanted me to come in. I had a bowl of cereal that night and then Jon and I went to sleep, at 6:30 Duncan woke up and nursed and then at 8:30 my mother woke us up so I could call the hospital. No sooner had I come up the stairs my phone started ringing and it was the hospital asking if I could go in right then! I told them I would be there in fifteen minutes. Mum rushed and got my dad who was half shaven and he and Jon gave me a blessing before Jon and I left. <br />
We got to the hospital and signed in and they rushed me back to get me prepped for surgery, the nurse asked a bunch of questions and then had me get dressed into the gown. They then put in my IV in my wrist- a new place for me! And they put these massaging things on my calves so that it would push the blood back up to my heart, let me tell you, those were wonderful! It was a fantastic leg massage! Then Jon and I were just waiting for a little bit and the anesthesiologist came and talked to me about what would happen when they took me back. Soon a nurse came and it was time to take me back into surgery. I remember saying goodbye to Jon and telling him I loved him and then the next thing I remember was becoming coherent and two nurses were talking, one of them said that they could go get the husband so I told them ok, she then said that I got to stay there and someone else would do it so I told her ok again. Jon came in and held my hand and then I proceeded to become more aware of what was going on. He told me that the surgeon had taken out my gall bladder and that it looked pretty diseased, he then said that he went and looked at my appendix and said that it looked inflamed, so he took it out so that I didn't have to come back in a month after it had burst. I could hear burping from all around me and I was so confused as to what type of surgery they all got to cause burping. It did not occur to me that that was them vomiting coming out of the anesthesia until Jon told me that I took anesthesia like a champ and thanked me for not throwing up. I don't know how long I was in and out of it for, but I went in around nine in the morning and didn't get home til 5:30. When it was time to go home the nurse asked Jon if he could help me get dressed which he could, so she left and then I took off the apron so that I could put on my clothes and I heard Jon say, "ew". I looked down and saw that I had truly been worked on, I have five incisions: three right down the center of my belly and two on my right side. I finished getting dressed with help and then was helped to a wheelchair. Jon went ahead of us to bring the car around and the nurse wheeled me out. Jon helped me into the car and then we drove to my mothers house. It is amazing just how many bumps are in the road when they are trying to be avoided.<br />
We got home and I was helped inside and just as I sat down Duncan saw me and he just lunged for me. You see, Duncan was quite hungry because he absolutely refused a bottle while I was undergoing surgery. My mother tried to get him to eat and he would just scream and kick his little legs and she just could not get him to eat. So when I got home he knew just who I was and that I was the one to have the food. Thankfully, the anesthesiologist said that as long as I was able to hold the baby I was able to nurse him. So I fed my baby and then I went and slept.<br />
It's been four days since having surgery and things are going well! I can walk unassisted now and am getting better every day. It used to be that I could walk from the couch to the bed, from the bed to the bathroom, but I had to get a break. Now I can walk all over the house, although I still haven't tried-nor am I going to- the stairs. I feel really good and I feel like I am recovering.<br />
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There is so many things to be grateful for within this week! The first being my family: when we went to the ER, my wonderful mother came and sat at my house while we went. I'm also grateful for Jon's dad and stepmom, they took Liam for three days so that my mom could focus on Duncan and me. I am grateful for Dr. Johnson for going the extra mile in my care and double checking everything and I'm grateful for the Surgeon for being able to squeeze me in and get me taken care of. And I'm so grateful for the wonderful nurses who took care of me while I was in the hospital. <br />
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So to the question what instruments can skeletons NOT play? The answer is organs.... which I am down two from now- my gall bladder and appendix.<br />
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<br />Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-51121730347504179352014-08-11T21:28:00.002-07:002014-08-11T21:28:46.453-07:00To Denver and Back!Well, my niece was getting baptised the first weekend of August. So we had all made plans to drive to Denver so that we could be in attendance. At the time of planning, Duncan was three months old and in the height of his colicky stage. He cried at anything and everything. All day. Every day. It was very hard to handle and made me grateful that I hadn't had him first when my PPD was raging on. One of the places that he had a special hatred of was the car. He could cry for hours! There was one day that I was driving home from my mums. Well, I had to stop by Walmart on the way home and then I found out that Jon had left his phone at my parents so I had to go back there and then drive all the way home. Duncan cried to walmart, he cried in walmart, he cried back to my mothers, then he cried all the way back to our home. And not just cute little baby cries. These were screaming, he was getting sweaty and red from crying so hard! I would complain to my mother pretty much every day, because it was so hard to handle such an angry baby. Driving to Denver is a 9 hour drive. And with two kiddo's it would be even longer! So 10 or 11 hours in the car with a screaming infant and a whiny two year old. Jon and I were so excited!<br />
Mother decided to get us airplane tickets so that we could just fly and not have to worry about driving. So that added on a whole new stress. Let me tell you, flying with two kiddos is difficult stuff! I wrote up a checklist of everything that we would need for the flight and then for our short two day affair. Then Friday came and Jon went to school to take his test early, and the second he got home we rushed to the airport. It was so not busy! Apparently 1:35 pm is a really good time for travel. We were one of maybe 8 people in line for security. It was great! Well, we made it to the machine that you have to walk through, and for some reason they wanted Liam to go through first. I told her that she had to hold on to his hand because he's a runner. Well, she didn't believe me and as soon as he was through she let go. Liam saw this golden opportunity and was gearing up to run away and had actually made it a couple steps until she grabbed on to him. Then I walked through and held his hand again. Then they swabbed my hands and then we were good to go.We got to the terminal and I got our seats changed around so that we were sitting together and then finally it was time to board. I had Duncan in the MOBY and so we took Liam onto the plane and got his carseat all set up and then strapped him in. We gave him his iPod with Curious George episodes that we had purchased off of iTunes and then poured his juice into his sippy cup. Then, once everyone was seated and the door was shut it was time for take off. I got Duncan out a little bit and started to nurse him and we gave Liam is juice and told him to look out the window, we took off and Liam was thoroughly unimpressed. He even shut the window. We got to Denver and were gouged out of a lot of money from the car rental, even though I had already paid for the car- or so I thought- and we drove out to Colorado Springs to meet up with Carlos and family and my brother Paul and his wife, Andrea who had driven from Denver to see the family. We had a fun time chatting and Elise had made a wonderful dinner for everyone.<br />
Saturday was the baptism. It was very sweet. My niece Jacquie gave a talk on baptism and then my mother gave the talk on The Holy Ghost. My niece Christie was baptised by her older brother Nate who just turned 16. It was very sweet to see such a wonderful ordinance be performed by my nephew. After she had been baptised, Liam threw a fit because he wanted to get in. I just told him that he had six more years! My brother, Carlos, confirmed Christie a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and my sweet husband got to be a part of the circle. It always makes me so happy that I married a worthy Priesthood Holder.<br />
Later that night, we met up with our dear friend Matt who is in his graduate program at the University of Denver. It was great to see him again and we took him and Rachel who happened to be visiting Matt that same weekend out to dinner for his birthday the next day. Matt is Jon's best friend, and I cannot express how grateful I am for his role in Jon's life. They are as different as night and day, but they complement each other so well. They can debate and argue and fight about topics but then they are still the best of friends. I am grateful for the friendship that we have with him and Rachel.<br />
Sunday morning we had to leave the hotel at 3 am to get to the airport so that we could get on our 6:30 am flight home! It was crazy, Liam slept on the plane ride home and then refused to sleep when we got home. Jon had driven all in Denver so I knew he was tired, and so at 10, I got in my church clothes and got Liam ready and then he and I went to church. He finally napped for the last ten minutes of Sacrament, and then I took him into Nursery and he played happily, but was also very willing to come with me when I picked him up. We went home and that's when I took a nap and Jon took over the boys. When I awoke from my nap, I went downstairs and Liam was curled up with Jon asleep. He's so stinkin cute when he's asleep. Finally, at about 7 I picked him up and took him upstairs to put him in his bed, he rolled over and slept until morning. He did so well on our trip and I'm very proud of him.<br />
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Then on the 6th, it was time for Duncan's four month check up! I took him in and he got weighed and measured! He now weighs 14.8 pounds and is 25.7 inches long. He's a big boy! He got his shots and did very well with them! He only cried for a minute and then he was smiling again. I am so grateful that he is getting out of his colicky stage. He used to be so hard to handle because he would just cry and cry. But now he doesn't cry that often and when he does it's because he's either hungry or over tired.<br />
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I love my boys to death! They are so cute and I love being their mommy!Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-53896595850563385442014-07-31T12:17:00.000-07:002014-07-31T12:17:42.219-07:00Last of July!Well, lots of things have happened just in this month. I feel as though this month whizzed by, but then I look back and wonder how everything happened in just this one month.<br />
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Liam's birthday was at the beginning of the month and I already covered that, but then we had his 2 year wellness visit. It went pretty well, we got in there and he got measured and weighed. He weighs 27 pounds and is 36 inches tall. He grew four inches in the past six months! He is in the 90th percentile for height and the 40th for weight. He's my tall skinny red head! He had to have a shot at his appointment, which I had completely forgotten about, and so the nurse came in and had me hold him down and she gave him his shot. She left and we got him redressed and as we left he still waved to her and blew her a kiss and said bye. She was so touched, because she said that most kids won't even look at her after their shots. But not my Mr. Liam! He is the most tenderhearted child ever and he has no malice toward anyone and he never holds a grudge. It was very sweet.<br />
His vocabulary is expanding exponentially every day! He will have little conversations with you and he is just so sweet. His voice is adorable. He loves to say daddy, but still refuses to say mommy. I'm trying really hard to teach him how to say, "not the mama" to people from the tv show Dinosaurs. It's on Netflix and I had forgotten how much I loved it!<br />
Liam is doing really well at listening. Some days are better than others, but for the most part he is doing a good job. I usually have to tell him twice and then if he still doesn't listen I will tell him that I've already asked him twice and then he finally follows directions. Some days are still a battle of wills with him, and I've gotten really good at learning when to pick my battles, but he's such a sweet spirit that he usually does really well.<br />
The inevitable finally happened this week though. On Sunday we were at my parents house and we put Liam down in the pack and play so that he could take a nap. Well, about ten minutes into his "nap" the door opened and he came running out, just beaming! My little monkey learned how to climb out of his pack and play and so nap time is a thing of the past now. He rarely takes a nap nowadays and so naptime has turned into quiet time. We will sit on the couch or on my bed and just read stories during Duncan's afternoon nap. I'm pretty sure that I read through every Dr. Seuss book I have in my house, but we didn't read it all the way through... oh no.... we would get about half way and then he would take it from me and hand me a new book. The only one he sat through was "Oh the Places You'll Go".<br />
Quiet time happens to be one of the ways that he gets punished now too. If he does something that is wrong I usually give him a warning, and then if he does it two more times he gets put in quiet time. So he has to sit on the couch and read through a book. However, he accidentally dropped it and I told him that he could get down to pick up his book so he could read it. Give an inch they take a mile. He will now throw his book on the floor so that he can get down. So that practice had to be given up quick, so now, if he throws it, it stays put and he doesn't have anything to keep him entertained.<br />
He really is such a good little boy, and I am constantly in awe of just how smart he is and how fast he picks up on things. He is the type of kid where he doesn't need to practice anything over and over. He watches how others do it and then he follows suit.<br />
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DUNCAN:<br />
Oh man, I don't even know where to start with this child. He is such a difficult baby. I am practicing being patient every single day with him. He used to cry all the time, it's gotten much better within the past couple weeks, but it's so stressful and frustrating to have your child just cry and you not know what else to do for them. I go through my checklist of things on a daily basis. There is rarely a day where he doesn't cry and he is just content. I love him to death, but he really is the absolute best birth control anyone could have. I am so grateful that I am a SAHM because I would not trust anyone else to be with him all day long. He is very hard to handle some times and there are days when after I've done all I can do, I just put him in his crib and turn on the vacuum so that he goes to sleep.<br />
He is very difficult to read his cues. Liam would sleep anywhere if he was tired, Duncan is different and will only go to sleep if you catch him right when he's ready to sleep and put him down specifically for a nap. He only likes to sleep on his belly and hates laying on his back. He used to cry all the time in the car but we got him those toys to put on the carseat and he has been much better. It's amazing to see just how different siblings can be, Liam was seriously content wherever we went, Duncan is a bit harder. He loves to be held and doesn't like being put down for anything. He also doesn't like it when he is wet for too long. It seems like every time he pees he needs to be changed right then! He doesn't like being messy. He is also a stealth spitter! You don't realize that he needs to spit up until all of a sudden it's down your shoulder. Our friends JD and Amanda came over the other day with their little one and after she ate there were barely burps that were emitted from her tiny frame. Duncan can challenge anyone in a belching contest. His literally shake his whole body, and then the spit up just flows out. Thankfully, since changing up my diet he doesn't projectile his spit up anymore.<br />
He is a giant kid. He is tall and he is chunky. Our friends' baby was 9.1 at three months old. Duncan was that at three weeks! He was 12 pounds at his last appointment and his next one isn't until next week, so we'll see how much he weighs then. 3 month clothing is tight on him, and so we've been in 3-6 month clothing for the past couple weeks. He is a big boy!<br />
He can roll over from back to front and front to back now, although he doesn't do it all the time. He's more relaxed than Liam was and isn't as big of a mover as him. He is getting really good at grabbing things and pulling them to him now. He loves the toys that go on the carseats and will grab at those to play with now, we have this one butterfly one that the wings crinkle when he grabs it and he loves hearing it!<br />
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JON<br />
We also celebrated Jon's birthday on the 12th! We had a little barbeque with some friends and cooked flank steak, peppers, asparagus and we had lots of little treats while we watched a movie later. We really did have quite a fun time and I think that Jon had fun. He is doing well in school and even though he is a little nervous about his Calc 2 class, he is doing really well on his quizzes and did very well on his last test. He is working as a computer tech at Weber State and is enjoying it very much! He has really awesome co-workers and he gets along great with his supervisor.<br />
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ME:<br />
Well, this past week has been crazy! I was really ill all last week and felt like death warmed over, and then Liam managed to get a cold somewhere and then the little stinker got me sick. It was awful! I didn't even remember what day it was. Jon was an amazing husband and took care of the kids while I slept, rested and watched Netflix all week. The cold Liam gave me turned into a sinus infection, so then on top of having a sore throat and runny nose, I also had sinus pressure! Who knew you could have a runny AND stuffy nose at the same time. The worst part was everytime I turned in bed it was like all the snot would run from one side of my nose to the other causing me not to breathe again. Jon was awesome and went and got spicy food and hot and sour soup from Dragon Hill in Clearfield and that cleared out my sinuses pretty quickly! Two days after that my sinus infection cleared up and I just had a runny nose, sore throat, and a major cough. These past ten days have been a complete blur of Pretty Little Liars, tissues, bed and breastfeeding. I really didn't do much else. I did finish the four seasons of PLL on Netflix and then the seven episodes of this season, and now I have to wait for one a week! Who came up with that idea?<br />
Last night, I was feeling much better!! As was Liam, and so after I had finished feeding Duncan I put him in his bed and came out of his room. Liam was still awake and sitting in front of his gate fighting going to bed. So I told him to go get his shoes. His eyes lit up and he ran to grab his shoes, I changed his pants and then put his shoes on him and then we went to the Farmington Station movie theatre and caught the last showing of How to Train Your Dragon 2. We got popcorn and a drink to share and went into the theatre. Thankfully, there was only six other people in the theatre and so I wasn't super nervous to have Liam be there. He only spoke out a couple times and he tried to move seats, but he did really well! He finally climbed into my lap and I scratched his back and he fell asleep on my shoulder, but he did really good for our first time alone together. However, his late night didn't stop him from waking up right on schedule. My silly little boy.<br />
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<br />Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-89426720347807436182014-07-06T08:39:00.001-07:002014-07-06T08:39:33.379-07:00Happy Birthday Liam!My heart is so full as I recap this past weeks events! July 3 was Liam's birthday! We were so lucky that Jon was able to get the day off so that he could spend this day with us! We had so much fun! For about five months now Liam has been in love with trains, Jon took him to the Treehouse in Ogden and Liam ran to the little wooden train set and started saying, "Choo Choo!" We don't know where he learned it, but it's adorable! Anyway, we went to the train store in Salt Lake and we weren't too sure of the place when we first walked in, but then we went into the back of the store where all the model trains were, and OH, MY! It was amazing! There was a giant enclosure of about three or four trains, and if you put in quarters they would run and we could control them. So we did that for awhile, and then we went into where there was more trains! These ones were smaller than the big ones out in the main area, but they were so cool to watch. Liam loved every moment of it! We got him a wooden train set and a conductors hat and a train whistle. After the train store, we went to the Aquarium. The parking lot was so incredibly full that we just turned around and left, if anyone knows Liam you know that a huge crowd is a recipe for disaster! We came back to Layton, and went to Chuck E. Cheeses and had a really fun time! We ended up getting 250 tickets! So that was fun! The giant mouse came out and did his little dance with all the kids and Liam ended up running up and hugging his legs. This kid is totally ready for Disneyland! Afterward we went to Petsmart to look at the Fish, since we didn't get to go to the Aquarium. I ended up taking Liam with me to go to the bathroom-and I wouldn't tell this story if it wasn't so funny- so, this was Liam's first time in a public bathroom. We went into the big stall, because it would be easier with Liam being as busy as he is. Well, this little kid was <i>fascinated</i> with everything! He kept asking, "Ooh, what's that?", well... eventually another woman came into the bathroom and went into the next stall and I could hear her chuckling everytime Liam would ask what something was. The next thing I know, Liam sees her feet from underneath the stall and immediately rushes over and bends down, I knew that he was going to try to escape from me to go say hello, so I had to awkwardly lean over to grab him before he invaded this poor woman's privacy. He was not very happy, but then the woman left without realizing that I had totally just saved her from a nosy two year old! After I was done, we went and looked at the fish, and Liam was doing really well at staying close to me, so I didn't bother holding his hand. That is a mistake that I will never do again.... he saw his opportunity for freedom and ran away from me. In the middle of petsmart. I was running down the main aisle chasing after him, and he is fast despite how short his legs are! I finally caught up to him and grabbed a hold of him and he was just laughing, the little snot! I held him close and told him that he cannot run away from mommy. We left promptly after that. We went and picked up some fireworks and got home. We cooked dinner and then I fed Duncan and then put him into his bed. And we went outside with our little two year old and Jon lit the fireworks. We had a lot of fun together! Liam got to hold a sparkler, and he got to throw the pop its. Finally, it was time for bed.<br />
The next day was the 4th of July! We woke up late, and I made some blondies, and then we went over to my parents house for lunch. It was really good! And Liam had a fun time with my brother Timy, and Duncan loved spending time with Richard. Everybody loves Richard.... Later that night, we got some more fireworks and then went home, it was really nice because the Layton Fireworks were precariously placed in such the perfect position that we were able to watch those from the back of the truck in our front yard. It was pretty awesome, no crowds and we still got to see the fireworks! Liam loved them! Afterward, we set off some more of our fireworks and then it was time for bed.<br />
All in all, we've had a really good weekend. It's been fun!Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-74727858217184280332014-06-30T19:20:00.001-07:002014-06-30T19:20:28.366-07:00Terrible Two's!This too shall pass right?<br />
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Please tell me that this phase will pass....<br />
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Liam is turning two on Thursday, and it is very apparent that yes... he is in fact going to be two. Complete with the terrible two tantrums pretty much every day, over everything.<br />
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"Liam, please use your fork to eat your food not scrape the table."<br />
<i>Tantrum</i><br />
"Liam, it's time to pick up your books"<br />
<i>Tantrum</i><br />
"Liam, please don't sit on Duncan"<br />
<i>Tantrum</i><br />
"Liam, it's time for bed"<br />
<i>Tantrum</i><br />
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Everything that this kid is asked to do, or told to do, or told to stop turns into an all out war. Holy Chalupa! Between him and Duncan being colic, there really isn't a time of day that is silent. I hear screaming constantly, whether it be from Liam throwing a fit or Duncan throwing a fit. I love my boys to death, I really do, but sometimes I want to just want to lock them in their rooms and take a breather. Today, I didn't even get a break with Liam, I put him down for his nap and instead of him taking a nap, he fussed and cried and screamed at me until I finally relented. I feel like my patience has grown exponentially with Liam, and then having Duncan be the colic child he is, makes me so grateful that I didn't have Duncan first. I know I've said it before, but God blessed me so much with Liam being our first. I could not have handled having a colicky baby while going through Postpartum Depression. I most definitely would have gone insane. Even now, hearing that constant screaming leaves ringing in my ears when they miraculously stop. I feel like a walking zombie most days trying to muddle through and get things done. I have so many people ask if I'm feeling ok and if I'm having the same "problem" as I did before, as if saying Postpartum Depression is a naughty word. Truth is, nope. I'm much better this time through. Exhausted, but that's to be expected, you know what Liam is like. I am able to get work done, even though it feels like it's NEVER done! I swear I cleaned my kitchen last week, and this week it looks like a hurricane blew through again. How does that even happen? Today, I cleaned my room and cleaned out a closet. Growing up, it never bothered me when my room wasn't clean, I'm becoming much more anal about my room and the constant flurry of clothes and Jon's endless number of socks was getting to me. It is most definitely not perfect, but I threw out two giant black garbage bags of crap and some boxes, and I have four or five bags to go to the DI now. It feels wonderful to dejunk your space and I honestly don't know how we've accumulated this much crap in our marriage. People! We've only been married three and a half years, and yet, we have so much stuff! I don't even know where half of it popped up!<br />
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world know that I now have my own computer. Cool huh? Complete with a
27" monitor. I'm almost as cool as Jon now! Basically, there was some
super cool sale on some egg website (don't worry, I don't know what eggs
have to do with computers either!) but this computer was on sale for a
pretty good price. Jon told me about it and then asked if he could get
it for me. I said sure, not really thinking that he would really go
through with it. But he did. Apparently all the guys at work were
jealous, but in the end I am now typing on my brand new keyboard that
goes along with my very own computer. Who would have thought that I
would be the one to have my own desktop.<br />
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things to report! My kids are cute and I love them! In fact, if Duncan
wasn't cute I don't know what I would do. You see, Duncan is quite the
demanding child. Much more so than my dear Mr. Liam. Duncan loves to be
held and snuggled, which I love-don't get me wrong- but it's hard to do
things when he constantly wants to be held. Jon got me a MOBY wrap for
my birthday a couple weeks ago, and it has been a sanity saver! When
Duncan gets fussy, I just wrap him up to me and he immediately falls
asleep for quite awhile. I can do dishes, and I can vaccuum, and I can
do all sorts of things that I couldn't do without it. It's amazing! The
other day, Duncan was very colicky and I was holding him and nothing I
was doing was working. I had to go to the bathroom, so I decided that if
he was going to cry whilst I held him and cry when he was put down, I
would go to the bathroom and pee in peace! Then, I went into the room that had been designated as his, and I was
fueled with energy to get the room finished. Up until then it had two
coats of blue on three of the walls and I had painted the top six inches
grey. I knew I still wanted to do a strip on the bottom, but there was so much to do! So I
got my handy dandy vacuum and I vacuumed up the dust and then I taped
up the bottom and painted that and the door. Then I moved furniture
around that had all been put in the middle while we had taken off
wallpaper and that nasty wallpaper glue, and then I washed the sheets
for the crib and I moved the changing table into the room from my room
and then we switched out the dressers from Duncan's room and Liam's room
and then we moved the glider into Duncan's room. Then I vacuumed and
got it all nice and now Duncan has his very own room! It's wonderful! And I have my room all to myself now! <br />
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DUNCAN- two days shy of 3 months old:<br />
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<li>holds his head up really well and can push himself up on his arms while on tummy time</li>
<li>Loves.
His. Thumb! Seriously, this kid is hilarious. He rolled over a couple
weeks ago for the first time and it wasn't because he wanted to... oh
no... it was because he was trying to find his thumb and kept pushing
his body over and then he just kind of flipped. The look on his face was
priceless. I have tried to push the binky over the thumb, but it
doesn't work out. He will spit out the binky and immediately go for his
thumb</li>
<li>We've gotten into a good routine with him, I feed him at
about 9 or 9:30 pm and then he will sleep til 8 or 8:30 depending on how
loud Liam is when he wakes up, then he stays up and will coo and giggle
until around 1 when he gets a little cranky and he'll go down for a nap
from 1-5pm. I'd forgotten how wonderful schedules are!</li>
<li>He smiles and giggles so cutely! Oh my goodness, my heart just tingles when I hear his sweet little giggle</li>
<li>He still has his blue eyes! So happy about that! </li>
<li>His spitting up has gotten much better since I started eliminating things from my diet. I no longer drink milk or eat much cheese, nor do I drink caffeine, and I'm starting to eliminate bread out of my diet as well.</li>
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LIAM- a week shy of 2 years old:<br />
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<li>Liam turns two <i>next week!</i> We've kept him alive for two years! It makes me cry thinking about it</li>
<li>His
vocabulary is just blossoming. I was really nervous about it for a
little bit, but he is just like a sponge and is just soaking up
everything that we say and do!</li>
<li>He has his very own chore chart,
which I need to get better at enforcing every night.He is supposed to
pick up his books, blocks and laundry. Most of the time he does a pretty
good job when I ask him to</li>
<li>He's getting much better at
listening and following directions. He will stay closer to me and not
run off all the time now. Today, I had to clean out my van so we could
get it inspected and registered and he stayed by me almost the whole
time. He only ran off once!</li>
<li>He loves to go outside, and every
time that my dad comes home he will run to him and make him pick him up
and then point to outside. We got him a trampoline, and we are going to
get him a swingset and I want to get one of those water tables for him
to play with too. </li>
<li>He is the sweetest little boy, who loves
everyone! It's amazing to see him everywhere we go, he doesn't
discriminate and he just loves everyone he sees. He's always willing to
wave and say hello to anyone within earshot. </li>
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wanting to help mommy! It is so sweet, even when he's a little more of a
hinder than a help, I am grateful for his willingness</li>
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able to take care of himself... the other day at the park, this little
girl who was about a head taller than him took the toy he was playing
with- and without hesitation he full on ran after her and tackled her to
the ground. This same day he randomly sat down in some guys lap and was
getting comfortable until his child became quite distraught that he'd
taken over her daddy. So... if any of my single friends want to borrow
him to meet people, go for it!</li>
<li>I know I'm missing more of his hilariousness but I'll write another post some time for him</li>
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ME- just turned 24:<br />
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<li>I'm getting better at this whole being a mom of two kids thing and being an awesome wife! I pack lunches for Jon. I'm so awesome!</li>
<li>This month was kind of crazy: at my 6 week postpartum checkup I had to have a pap-smear done, what I wasn't anticipating was that it would come back abnormal. So my doctor wanted me to go in and have a colposcopy done. I researched it and discovered that it could be either nothing or it could be pre-cancerous cells that caused the abnormality. After officially freaking myself out, lots of prayers, fasting and a Priesthood Blessing I went in to have a colposcopy done. There was some inflammation and so my doctor did two biopsies to send to the lab to have more testing done on. Thankfully, a week later, I got a call back saying that it wasn't pre-cancerous and that it was just an infection that could easily be cleared up. So yay for not having cancer!</li>
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week I cleaned my kitchen, living room, dining room, got a bag ready to
go to the DI, Duncan's room, Liam's room and the basement!
Unfortunately life was lived and my kitchen, dining room and living room
are now a mess again. I feel like I'm always cleaning something</li>
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am getting ready to do some small renovations in the house. Basically
making it more aesthetically appealing! I am going to be painting my
bathroom a light blue and sanding down the cabinets from the brown that
they are and painting them a lighter colour, and I'll be doing the same
to the cabinets in the kitchen and doing some work in there. I also am
going to be doing some more work in my bedroom, I've found a nice
bedroom bed set that I am going to get to update my bedroom a little
more</li>
<li>Like I said earlier I've had to give up several foods
because I'm nursing. Through trial and error I've discovered that some
things cause Duncan to have tummy issues- such as dairy and caffeine...
so many things have milk and life is hardly bearable on tough days
without my diet coke with lime. But nursing is so important to me and I
would cut out anything to make sure that I could still do it</li>
<li>Jon and I had a date night <i>without</i>
our children! Holy cow, it was so weird but I was so grateful for it!
We just went to dinner but it was wonderful to be able to just eat
without having distractions of children</li>
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JONATHAN- two weeks away from 26:<br />
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<li> still going strong in school, which I am SO proud of him</li>
<li>he gave a beautiful blessing to Duncan</li>
<li>we
decided that because he will study until the wee hours of the morning
that on those nights he will just stay downstairs and sleep in our guest
room, because he doesn't want to wake me up and it's not good for him
to be awakened by our children early in the morning when he went to bed
sometimes only four hours before they wake up. Anyway, on those days he
will always leave a note on the bed for me in the morning. Most mornings
it makes me cry to think about how sweet he is</li>
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"date box" subscription for us! It's this cool box that comes to us and
it has a planned date for us all planned. Jon and I used to do special
evenings but with hectic schedules and then children, it just hasn't
happened. So it was really fun to get a cool date box... even though we
haven't done it yet. Soon!</li>
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Liam and Uncle Scotty! Scot will come over and help me out sometimes in the morning now that it's summer break and he's such a huge help, because he will play with Liam all day long and I'm able to get some work done!</div>
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Liam and I on my birthday! We went to Target and he found a hat that he loves and refused to take off! It was a battle to let the checkout lady scan it!</div>
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My MOBY wrap that Jon got me for my birthday! I was so happy to finally
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This is Dr. Johnson! He's the man that delivered Duncan. I was so grateful that I was able to find another Doctor that I loved as much as Dr. Hall! As sad as I am that Dr. Hall retired, I am so grateful that I was able to get in as Dr. Johnson's patient!</div>
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Look how strong my little man is getting!!</div>
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We took Liam and Duncan to This is the Place park. And he loved it! This shot was too cute not to get! I love how Liam will hold our hand everywhere we go! </div>
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One thing that Liam loves to do is play in water! So I fill up the sink with warm water and bubbles and give him measuring cups and spoons and let him have at it! He gets the area VERY wet, hence why he is in just a diaper. I actually hate it when kids run around in just diapers. </div>
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Liam's little hand in mine. It's so sweet when we sit and watch Bubble Guppies or Little Einsteins or Peppa Pig and he will just hold my hand. These moments I will cherish forever!</div>
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Duncan's smile! Oh my goodness. I love when he gives me smiles and coos! His giggles are pretty cute too!</div>
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Me and my two little boys! I love them so much and I am so lucky to be their mommy!</div>
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This look was so funny! Duncan was nursing and he was staring at me the whole time! He is starting to become very aware of his surroundings!</div>
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Liam and I the other day lounging around downstairs doing some laundry!</div>
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I love when Jon will nap with the baby! They look so adorable and Duncan is definitely comfortable. He loves his daddy!</div>
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My niece Jacquie and nephews Nate and Trevor with Duncan. Liam absolutely loves Nate! And my other niece Christy. Liam and Christy are inseparable, only because Liam won't let her out of his sight! </div>
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The men that participated in the circle were: Rod Mosher, Jeff Thompson, Cameron Johnson, Nate Barton, Carlos Salazar (brother), Carlos Salazar (my father) with Jonathan Mosher giving the blessing. It was beautiful, and I cried. Our little family is so complete!!<br />
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Those two letters put together are said more often than not. After dealing with Postpartum Depression after Liam's birth two years ago I hear this word all the time. At first it was me saying it after someone would ask how I was, "Oh, I'm doing <i>ok</i>". Then it was Jon telling me that I wasn't <i>ok</i>. Then it was me telling my doctor that I wasn't <i>ok</i>. Then it was everyone around me asking if I was doing <i>ok</i> and I was telling them that I was <i>ok</i>. When I got pregnant with Duncan the question of choice was, "do you think you'll be <i>ok</i> this time around", and now that he's been around for a couple months the question pops up occasionally now: "are you doing ok?"</div>
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I cannot tell you how many prayers I said to Heavenly Father that I would be ok after Duncan's birth. How many journal entries were basically just my fears of having to deal with Postpartum Depression again. When Liam was born, he was a very easy going baby; he didn't care if he was being held or put down, he loved to just be. He's been a go-getting from the time that he was little. There was one night I remember when he just would not stop crying. I remember rocking him, and patting his bum, and singing lullabies- I remember trying to feed him, and change him and just everything I could think of to soothe his cries, but nothing worked. He just cried. Then I cried because I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. My best friend Rachel came over, unannounced as we hadn't made plans to get together and found me in tears rocking my baby in his room. She took him from my arms and told me to go take a shower. So I did. She is my best friend. Apart from my mother and husband, she is the one that I trust the most with my children. I remember with Liam, I felt completely overwhelmed, even though he was only one child- I felt completely burdened down. I remember that getting up to make him a bottle was pretty much the only thing that I could handle some days, and we would just lay in my bed because I couldn't bring myself to get up and all I wanted to do was sleep. I remember the days starting to get darker, not literally but it seemed as though everything around me was in a fog and I couldn't really see past my own hopelessness. I remember feeling ashamed, guilty, mad at the fact that I was completely surrounded by people who loved me and I <i>still</i> felt overwhelmed. I would think about my mother and how my father was in the Air Force for 32 years, and so for 32 years and five children she was basically a single mother, I thought about real single mothers, and those who didn't have a support system at all, and I felt ashamed and guilty that I felt like I was barely holding on even though I had a wonderful husband and family and friends who were willing to help me in any way possible. Jon and I getting into that argument was the best thing possible, even though when he told me that he thought I was depressed it was like a cold slap in the face. It was just the push I needed to finally get help. Postpartum Depression didn't rear its ugly head until Liam was about five weeks old and at that point, I probably could have gotten past it, but with the birth control that I chose it emphasized my baby blues to full blown depression. </div>
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So, here are the things that I learned from having Postpartum Depression:</div>
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<li>It will get better- I cannot emphasize this one enough! If you are willing to accept the fact that you have a problem, it'll get better each time you own up to it. When Jon said that he thought I was depressed and I finally said it out loud, I felt a huge weight lift off of me.</li>
<li>It won't go away immediately- That first month of being on anti-depressants was rough. There were many ups and downs and there were still days where I would just lay in bed. </li>
<li>It's ok to need help- I remember being a new mom and needing to take care of my baby, but also take care of my dishes, laundry, kitchen, bedroom.... and the list goes on and on. I wish so badly that I had put away my pride and called my mom to ask for her help in cleaning.</li>
<li>It's ok to ask for and accept help- There were many times that my mother would text me and ask if I needed her to come help me clean the kitchen. So many times I turned her down because I didn't want her to see how bad I had let it get. Again with that pride thing! </li>
<li>Talking about it is good- I remember when I first had been diagnosed I tried to hide it from everyone because I didn't want people to think that something was wrong with me. Most of the time when people hear about postpartum depression it's when horrible things have happened due to postpartum psychosis, rarely do people speak up about a problem that is at your very core. Sometimes I feel weird talking about it still, as I don't want people to think that I made it up, or am trying to get attention. I honestly don't want anyone to go through what I did so I talk about it, and I let people ask me questions.</li>
<li>Having Postpartum Depression does not mean you are a bad mom- This was my biggest fear when I was in the deep of my depression. I remember having thoughts that I was a horrible mother, and that Liam didn't need me as his mom because there were other women in his life who could assimilate that role and that he would be better off without me. The only reason I never hurt myself was because every time I thought about it, I would think about the consequences and the one that stood out the most was that I would get my baby taken away and that I wouldn't be able to ever see him again. Extreme, but that was what my conscience would tell me when I was battling my own mind. </li>
<li>There will be flashbacks- I cannot even count how many times someone would say something and it would take me back to my dark days. I would just sit and cry.</li>
<li>It's therapeutic to cry- There are times even now when I think back on those times and it really does make me sad that I allowed myself to feel so hopeless. What people don't understand unless they've been through it is you can't just turn it off and on. It's something that affects your whole persona and nothing you do can "fix" it. Many a cry session has been made in the comfort of my bedroom alone.</li>
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Duncan has been a much more difficult baby than Liam so far. He's very cuddly and he hates to be put down, he has a fussy time of day in the evening and will literally scream the whole car ride home from my mothers house (15-20 minutes). Today, I had to stop by Wal-Mart to get Liam new diapers. Duncan cried to Wal-Mart, he cried in Walmart, I had forgotten stuff at my mums so I had to go back and he cried all the way back there and then cried all the way home. It was a good 45 minutes of him just screaming. By the time we got home, I had a huge headache from listening to him scream and I told Jon that I didn't want any more babies! But even in all of that, I didn't feel like I had with Liam two years ago. I was frustrated, I had a headache, it was more than enough birth control for me, but I didn't feel overwhelmed or hopeless because I couldn't make him stop screaming. I was glad that Jon was home so he could hold him and I could pop a Motrin, but the feelings of no self worth were not there. I hated going through PPD at the time, and at the time I would have given anything to have never felt like that ever. But now that I'm on the end side of it, I am grateful that I had to endure that trial. I feel as though it gave me a better appreciation for my children, and for my own mother who chose to have 6 children and WANTED more! I tell everyone who asks about my pregnancies and children: if I had had Duncan first, there would not have been a second! Liam spoiled me, and even now when he makes me want to pull my hair out from frustration, he is the sweetest, most loving, hilarious little boy. And I wouldn't give him up for anything! Duncan is turning out to be a hard infant but I love him so much and I can't help but smile when he gives his gummy baby smile and lets out his little coos and baby giggles for me. He's going to be my snuggler, and as outgoing and charismatic as Liam is, Duncan is going to be the sweet, soft-spoken one who is just content to be in Liam's big shadow. It's amazing how two little boys who were created by the same two people turned out to be so different. I'm also hoping that since Liam was a freakishly easy infant who turned into kind of a terror of a toddler that Duncan will be my difficult infant who will actually listen and follow directions as a toddler. Who knows?</div>
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-19181365698136845432014-06-05T15:21:00.001-07:002014-06-05T15:21:21.935-07:00June update!um... wow. So much to write about!<br />
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Duncan is two months old now! We went to his two month check up and he weighed in at 12 pounds 9 ounces! That is exactly four pounds gained from birth, in two months! Time goes by so fast, especially with a busy toddler and a newborn!<br />
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About a month ago, the latch on pain while breastfeeding had gone away for about a week, and then all of a sudden nursing hurt again. I didn't know why, and I just assumed that it was because Duncan was getting lazy with latching, so we worked on the latch pretty much nonstop during nursing sessions, but the pain wasn't getting any better. I finally called the lactation consultant and she didn't answer so I left a message. Then that night, Duncan woke up at four to nurse and after he had finished on one side, I burped him. And it was not normal spit up colour, I made Jon turn on the lamp as I was just using the light on my cell phone and when he turned on the lamp we saw that Duncan had spit up blood. Nothing I write could adequately describe the fear in my heart as I patted his back again and watched as more blood came out of his mouth. I immediately called my mother to come and sit at the house for Liam as Jon hurried and put clothes on for us to take him to urgent care. Jon put him in his carseat and got in the van and left, while I waited at the house for my mother to come. She got there pretty fast, and I got into the Taurus and pretty much sped the whole way to urgent care. He had already been taken back by the time that I got there and so I went back into the room and he was laying on the table, just as content as could be. The nurse was taking his temperature and doing the nursly duties. Then the doctor came in and examined him. Upon looking in his mouth he said that Duncan had thrush, and that it most likely had caused little tears in my breast that his sucking would open up. He prescribed nystatin to both Duncan and I and then told me to keep breastfeeding him. We took our baby home relieved that nothing seemed too horrible wrong. Breastfeeding hurt like none other for the next couple of weeks, it was toe curling, make me scream and cry pain. I pumped one bottle and that made it worse and watching Jon feed that one bottle to Duncan was really hard for me because I didn't want to start giving him bottles this early. It was consoling to me that Duncan absolutely hated the bottle and didn't want to drink from it. That definitely made me feel a ton better!! At his two month appointment, the thrust hadn't completely gone away and so the doctor prescribed diflucan to kick it to the curb. And now I can't see white patches in Duncans mouth at all!<br />
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Liam is like an explosion from the time he gets up to the time he goes to bed. Nap time and Bed time are my favorite times of the day! He can say all sorts of words now and getting him to say them are pretty cute!<br />
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Words Liam can Say!<br />
1. Uh-oh: this is one of his favourites! He says it almost every opportunity he can. And it's so stinkin cute!<br />
2. Oh-no!: this is one of my favourites! He just sounds so defeated when he says this! The other day I heard that he was playing in his room and so I went and looked in on him, and he had dumped all of the dirty clothes out of the basket and was sitting in his basket. Upon seeing me, he looked around and said, 'Oh no...." it was the most adorable thing ever!<br />
3. Choo-Choo: Jon first heard this one while at the Treehouse!<br />
4. Two: Liam loves to count, but only count two. We'll watch him set things aside saying, "two... two... two..." it's adorable! He also knows that he's turning two next month!<br />
5. Ah-choo: He loves to pretend to sneeze!<br />
6. GO!: This usually goes along with two- "two, two, two.... GO!"<br />
7. What are you doing?: It's more slurred together but it's pretty cute!<br />
8. Where are you going?: Same as above<br />
9. Hewwo: His version of Hello. He sounds like Scooby-Doo.<br />
10. Bye: Complete with waving<br />
There are more such as animal sounds and whatnot, but I can't remember all of them as I am typing this up.<br />
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I love my two boys so much! They are such a blessing to me every day! And I am so grateful that I get to be their mother. I learn so much from the way that they act. Liam is a very loving older brother and will come and give Duncan kisses, and he'll want to hold him and have him sit next to him. And when Duncan is crying Liam tries so hard to give him his binky, or he'll come grab my hand and point at Duncan to tell me to take care of it. As curious and mischievious as Liam is he is equally loving and sweet. He's like my sour patch kid- first he's sour, then he's sweet. I have come to find the differences in Liam and Duncan's personalities the more Duncan grows. Liam has always wanted more freedom to do what he wanted. When I would put him down for tummy time he would immediately wiggle and move until he rolled over at four weeks. When Duncan goes down for tummy time, he immediately finds his thumb and just falls asleep. Duncan is more chill about everything whereas Liam is very excited. Liam hated to be held and Duncan hates it when he's not being held. It's amazing to me how children who are created by the same two people can have such different personalities.<br />
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Jon and I are doing awesome! I spend all my time talking about our kids that I rarely mention us anymore! Jon is doing really well in school, I couldn't be more proud of him. He's getting to where the light is visible at the end of the tunnel and he only has about a year left before he has his bachelors! What an amazing accomplishment for my dear husband.<br />
And me? I'm doing really well! I am tired most of the time and there was about a week of pure physical and emotional exhaustion that had hit, but I'm pretty much over it and we are persevering! I was really afraid that I was going to have to deal with PPD again this time around, but this experience has been much different. I've been able to exclusively breastfeed Duncan and I am loving it! It's hard and frustrating at times, because there have been so many times where I want to do something but I have to put it on hold so that I can feed Duncan for forty minutes, but it's so completely worth it! Duncan is doing really good at eating for twenty minutes on one side, relaxing for about a half hour and then eating for another twenty minutes on the other side and then he will sleep for anywhere between 5-6 hours. I'm getting anywhere between 6-7 hours at night and I can usually get a nap in during the day when Liam takes his nap.<br />
Now that summer is here, I have been having my nephew Scot come over and just play with Liam and keep him entertained, and I've been able to get some major cleaning done! I spent two days on my kitchen this week (and I'm not even finished!) and I spent a good hour and a half on the guest bathroom. It's so nice to be able to get things done without having to really worry about Liam, I love him but he gets in the way! So it's really nice to have Scot come and help me out!<br />
I also have started working on my scrapbooks again! I had 455 pictures printed off (for$50 I might add!) and I've been going through them. I haven't scrapbooked since Liam's first birthday, and his birthday is next month! That's a whole year of pictures to document! I have worked pretty hard and have gotten all the way up to Duncan's birth done. It was a little hard because Duncan always wants to be held and I can't scrapbook and hold Duncan at the same time- so for my birthday today, Jon and I went and got a MOBY wrap and now I can hold Duncan while still being able to use my hands! I love it- and am actually utilizing it right now! Duncan is fast asleep, it's genius!<br />
Rachel and I also started doing Insanity, and we did it every day for about a week and a half, and then it fizzled. I do it every couple days now, but I know I need to get back into it. I am wanting to lose all of the awful pounds that I gained through Liam's pregnancy, Postpartum Depression and Duncan's pregnancy. Two years worth of weight. I've been better at drinking mainly water and have been really good at walking. It'll take time, I know it. But I'm excited.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My parents got Liam a motorized batman four wheeler. Totally adorable. He can't steer very well but he caught on to how to make it go pretty fast!</td></tr>
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-52739799141522935102014-04-14T22:30:00.000-07:002014-04-14T22:30:14.451-07:00Our Crazy Life Updated!Our little Duncan has been in our family for two and a half weeks now! We have had quite the experience, and not all of it has been easy. Today was the first day that I was with Liam and Duncan alone, it started out fine, and then slowly it turned into an all out war with Liam and I. He disobeyed, he didn't listen, he didn't follow directions, and when I would start nursing Duncan he would start getting into everything. Jon wasn't even gone all day long, but Liam was being a stinker pretty much all day. When Jon got home, he had been put down for a nap, and I decided to go on a walk. So I loaded Duncan up in the carseat and attached it to the stroller and filled my water mug and we went on a walk around the neighbourhood. It was a much needed break, until I realised that I had walked too far and still had to walk home. I was in a lot of pain when I got home, as good as I feel and as healed up as I felt before, I definitely wasn't completely ready for that big of a walk.<br />
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Well, we've had a fun two weeks!<br />
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<i>Duncan:</i><br />
- He is gaining better control of his neck muscles<br />
- He is a very good eater. He loves to nurse and we have officially gotten past the soreness aspect of breastfeeding. We sometimes have issues with the latch and so we have to unlatch and relatch again. But we are getting into the hang of it<br />
- He is really funny because even though I change him before we nurse, he always manages to give out big boy jobs in the middle of nursing<br />
- At his last appointment he was 8 lbs 7 oz. We just have a couple more ounces until he is at birth weight, I just have to take him in this week for another weigh in to make sure that he is up to birth weight<br />
- He is sleeping about 3 1/2-4 hours every night before waking up to eat, and then he will eat about every 2 hours during the day<br />
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<i>Liam:</i><br />
- Is completely and totally busy... all the time... everyday<br />
- We got a gold membership to the Treehouse for him. He is the "member" and we are his grown-ups. He loves the Treehouse! He loves to run around and explore and it is really good for getting some of his energy out<br />
- Jon and I are afraid that he is a bully and frankly we don't know where he is getting this behaviour from. In Nursery, and at the Treehouse he will enter a room and if there are any children anywhere in his general vicinity he will run over and just shove them, or push them, or steal whatever toy they are playing with. It's getting to be a real big problem, Jon and I play interference as much as we can, but he is super fast and we can't always stop him. But we are trying our hardest to get him to stop<br />
- He says several words nonstop now. "Choo Choo", "Oh No!", "Uh Oh", "A-E-I-O-U", and he will Growl on command too. He also will wave and say "bye", and he will blow kisses and give hugs. He is very sweet but he's also a terror. I live those 'Sour Patch Kids' commercials.<br />
- He is very curious and yet at the same time extremely apathetic toward Duncan<br />
- As crazy as he makes me, everytime he flashes that smile at me I just melt. And he knows that<br />
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<i>Jon and I:</i><br />
- I am slowly but surely healing after giving birth two weeks ago. It's a long and arduous process, and I'm ready for the six week healing period to be over, but definitely not ready for my baby to be six weeks old. I am loving and am very stressed out about having another newborn. It's not the same as with Liam, because not only do I have this brand new baby and myself to really take care of during the day, I have an almost two year old to care for as well. It's a whole new experience being the mother to two children. I love them both, but I honestly don't know how mothers of more than two do it! But Liam is so busy that he probably counts as multiple children just by himself.<br />
I am getting excited to go back to the school to get into the last week and half of Aladdin. They open next Thursday! I am getting super stoked for them, and I am just hoping that it all comes together really well and that there aren't many things that are needing fixing musically wise. It's been nice to have a break to heal a bit, but I am very ready to get back into working with the kids and to see them grow and see the excitement of being on stage and having the show truly come together. It's been a little rough because some of the kids have not been very disciplined, but that's one of the things that we need to teach them. <br />
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- Jon, as per usual, has been getting the high score in all of his classes! We are so proud of him and of how hard he is working! He will be done with all of his classes/finals next Wednesday and then the semester will be over. Then, we will finally have him all to ourselves for just a little bit before he jumps back into Summer Semester. He has officially started the outside chores and mowed and edged the lawn this past week! Our house looks pretty good! He took Liam to the Treehouse this past Saturday, which was wonderful, because I was able to stay home and take a much needed nap with Duncan. And he took Liam and ran around with him and played with him and ran interference with him and poor, unsuspecting children who could have been his next victim. <br />
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<br />Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-7551458482478462532014-04-05T23:24:00.001-07:002014-04-05T23:24:41.505-07:00Duncan's Birth Story!I am so pleased to announce that our newest addition made his arrival a week ago! I've been meaning to write down the story, but this week has flown by!<br />
I had been feeling a lot of pain for awhile, especially when walking. The baby was hanging out way low in my pelvis and it was causing major sharp pains up my tummy. The baby had also slowed down his movements considerably so at my last prenatal appointment I told my doctor that and so we did a non-stress test and then decided that baby was better out than in. He was also measuring over 8 pounds and so we decided to induce. My appointment was on the Monday and my induction was scheduled for the Thursday.<br />
That week flew by it seemed! Then it was Thursday, we woke up and spent the day together before heading to the hospital. Jon and I decided that we would deliver at Davis this time around because of our horrible experience at McKay Dee. I was feeling really antsy and nervous and scared. I was terrified that we were going to have a similar experience as McKay Dee. I didn't know what it was like to have a normal delivery, because with Liam, I missed out on all of the normal firsts that women get to experience: the first cry, holding them for the first time, feeding them, getting to snuggle with them whenever I wanted. I also had lost so much blood that I was so exhausted and just completely drained of everything. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement.<br />
We arrived at the hospital and they placed Cervadil to start contractions and to "ripen" the cervix. I had until midnight until I wasn't allowed to eat anything and so Jon ran to the store so that I could have apples and carmel and carrots- don't ask, I was still pregnant at that point. Jon got back to the hospital at about 11:30 pm, it was like the most romantic "Cinderella" story ever, and I was able to have my last pregnancy craving!<br />
Jon pulled out the daddy couch/bed and we turned out the lights. At about two in the morning is when I noticed the contractions growing in intensity. They weren't very close together, but when they hit it was uncomfortable. I was starting to groan when they would hit, and Jon in the middle of his sleep shushed me once. I was taken aback and asked him what he just said to me, but he didn't answer because he was asleep. I finally managed to get a couple hours sleep even though I was not feeling too great, I kept thinking to myself- "why am I doing this again?". The next morning the nurse came in and took out my Cervadil and ran a bath so that I could soak for a bit before they would start the Pitocin. I was then started on my Pitocin and that's when the real waiting game began. My doctor came over to visit, and was going to break my water, but decided against it at that time because he wanted me to dilate a bit more than what I was at.<br />
Because the contractions were growing in intensity and getting closer together, Jon started rubbing my feet. These contractions were starting to be quite painful, and I was trying really hard to breathe through them and to relax as much as I could. I was not sure if I was going to get the epidural at this point in time or not, so I was trying to not focus on them at all. I would squeeze the bed rail and close my eyes and breathe really hard and focus on Jon rubbing my feet. In the middle of one of these contractions Jon oh so lovingly and sarcastically said, "you are so beautiful in this moment". I promptly told him to shut up. Then later, I felt the beginning of the contraction and it subsided for just a moment before another one started, Jon looked at the contraction monitor and decided that that was the perfect time to give me a play by play of what I was feeling and said, "you just had two contractions on top of each other!" as I was still trying to recover from the two on top of each other I thanked him for letting me know what I was feeling. This was also the moment that I decided that I was going to get an epidural. We let the nurse know that I wanted my epidural then, and Jon being the mathematician that he is, started using all of these math terms saying that he could predict when the next contraction was going to happen, the strength of it, and all of these other things about it. At the time all I could think was, "I can tell you when the next one is going to come. I don't need math for that."<br />
The nurse and the anesthesiologist came in and gave me my epidural, and then all of a sudden all of the annoying comments Jon had been making were hilarious to me! I was feeling super after getting my epidural! The doctor eventually came back to the hospital and broke my water, and then he decided that he was going to wait at the hospital because he was so sure that I would deliver within the next couple of hours. Ha! My body likes to have long labors-the joke was on him. He went home and then I continued to contract. Quite happily and without pain. Later in the night my parents came up to the hospital and Jon and dad were analyzing my contractions monitor. My mother was really funny and said that it seemed like I was cheating somehow in the whole child birth thing. It gave us a good laugh.<br />
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My epidural started wearing off just a little bit, and I was able to feel some discomfort in my lower abdomen, but I was also starting to feel the pressure to push so I didn't want to push my button to get more epidural juice so that I would be able to feel when I needed to push. I told Jon that he needed to go tell the nurse that I was feeling like I needed to push, so he went and told her and she came in to check my dilation progression. I was at a 10 and it was almost time, so she went to call my doctor. He came up to the hospital and they had everything ready for me to push! Which was different than McKay Dee, because even though I had been in labor for 38 hours there and it was no surprise that I was having a baby, they didn't seem prepared at all for me to push.<br />
Dr. Johnson got up to the hospital and started getting dressed to deliver our baby! They put my legs in the stirrups and the nurse started coaching me on how to push. Dr. Johnson said that because there had been some meconium in the water when he broke it earlier he was going to tell me to stop pushing once the head was out so that he could clear the airways before I delivered the rest of his body. They waited for the next contraction and told me to push, so I pushed and I delivered the head, the nurse promptly raised her eyebrows and said, "well, you know how to push!" Dr. Johnson cleared the baby's airway and my baby let out the most beautiful sound that a mother can hear! He gave a good hearty cry, and after not having that moment with Liam it was such an amazing experience! This baby was born after 26 hours of labor and two pushes, it was so fast that the woman who was supposed to write down time of birth actually missed the birth; he was 8lbs 9oz and 21 inches long. Dr. Johnson looked up at Jon and asked him if he wanted to cut the cord to which Jon said no, the doctor seemed a little taken aback that Jon had refused, so he offered me the scissors to which I promptly said no, and so he turned to my mother- who also said no. So Dr. Johnson went back to Jon and so Jon did his fatherly duty and he cut the cord, which was also a first that he didn't have the chance to do with Liam. He handed the baby over to the nurses who started cleaning him up and measuring him and weighing him and doing all the tests they do when baby's are first born. The nurses told Jon to go over to where they were so that he could take pictures of what was going on. So he went over to get pictures taken of our new baby boy!<br />
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After the excitement had ended, they handed me my baby and let us be for about an hour, just us, as a family.<br />
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It was a wonderful experience. One that I will never forget! I was able to breastfeed him for the first time and he latched on wonderfully and was a very vigorous eater. The nurses eventually came back in and took our baby so that he could be bathed for the first time. Jon went with them as I was moved onto a gurney to be taken to my recovery room.<br />
A nurse eventually came in to help me to the bathroom, and then she told me that I had to go to the bathroom twice before they could take out my IV so that they could monitor my bleeding because of my hemorrhaging during Liam's delivery. If I started to hemorrhage they would need to administer medicine to stop the bleeding. The IV was starting to hurt and itch my hand and so I wanted it out! I drank so much water within that next hour so that I could get the nurse in to help me to the bathroom and I could get my IV taken out. It was quite an experience.<br />
Jon and I had been thinking about several names but when he was born and I looked at him NONE of them fit! We were looking at so many names and he didn't look like any of the names that we had looked at; until Jon said the name Duncan. I looked at our son and it clicked!<br />
He is such a good little baby, and I am so grateful for the wonderful experience we had at Davis. There were a lot of firsts that I didn't get to have at McKay Dee, but I am so happy that we had such a good time this time around.<br />
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It's been a week and I am still so in love with the newest member of our family! Liam has reacted pretty well to having a new little guy around. He reacts to change well. We are a happy family and I am so pleased to have my boys around! Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-73230391753242181642014-03-02T00:19:00.003-08:002014-03-02T00:19:44.894-08:00Patience is a Virtue<div style="text-align: center;">
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Never in a Man</div>
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I'm pretty sure that, much like the sayings that Pregnancy and Childbirth are beautiful, this verse was penned by a man.... who was gone all day long, and didn't see his children act out during the day, or when they were born was out in the waiting room, or out of the room completely with cigars with his buddies. </div>
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I've learned a lot about patience in this past 20 months that Liam has been alive. I've also learned that I barely have enough to survive the day lately. Patience is something that I've really had to work at, I always thought that I was a pretty patient person, and I'm pretty sure that, like most things, God laughed and said "well, here's your test". Liam is full on a toddler now. He will be 2 in four months. That time called "terrible twos" should be changed to "terrible 10 months to what feels like forever" Terrible Two's is just a pretty alliteration, that's the only reason it's called that. </div>
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Liam first started throwing tantrums when he learned how to walk efficiently, he took his first steps at nine months, but didn't feel comfortable cruising until about ten months. That's when his whole world of independence shifted. Suddenly, he didn't need mommy to pick him up to go anywhere, and he certainly didn't have to waste time with that crawling nonsense anymore. I remember thinking how excited I was that he could walk.... that excitement was short lived. Lately, Liam has been pushing boundaries to see how far he can go before he gets in trouble. He doesn't really talk yet, but I'm not all that concerned. My friend Rachel asked about his hearing and I know he can hear, because from wherever he is, if he is doing some dastardly deed, the second he hears you approaching he will immediately run away. No, his hearing is excellent indeed. He's just a stinker half the time now. </div>
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Today, I was feeling really run down and quite emotional, but that's to be expected being 8 months pregnant and still having to keep up with a very active child. Liam didn't listen to pretty much anything I said today; let me rephrase that- he listened, because he would acknowledge, then he would do the complete opposite of what I asked him to do or he just kept doing what he was doing. I was drowning in my frustration today. Finally, after all day of him hearing me and then pushing his boundaries he had had about three time outs, got yelled at twice and swatted on the leg once. I feel like I've been doing a really good job at being patient with this child, but today was really my off day. I pray everyday that Heavenly Father will bless me with patience, and usually I do really awesome. Today.... not so much. Sometimes being patient takes longer than I want it to, and doesn't get Liam to listen, so I have to yell at him. I hate doing it. Every. Single. Time. But sometimes I feel like it is the only thing that will get him to pay attention and follow directions. </div>
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I hate admitting that I have problems. I hate admitting that I feel overwhelmed sometimes. I hate admitting that I'm not the perfect "make cookies and have a clean house Mormon" mom. Truth is, I struggle, not all the time, because like I said earlier I pray for patience every day; and most days God helps me through and I am able to have wonderful days of patience and nothing Liam does annoys me. But then there is the one day out of all the good ones that remind me that I really cannot do this without my God's help. </div>
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After Liam went to bed and I recanted the days events, I just cried and cried and cried. In fact, I'm wanting to cry as I write this. I love Liam so incredibly much that it emotionally pains me when I get angry with him. Because like I mentioned earlier, he turns 2 in four months. He is not even two. That is something that I have to constantly be reminded of. I'm sure he is so frustrated at the fact that he doesn't talk and so he can't really communicate with me other than the head nods, points and babbles. All of the stress, frustration, emotions, hormones from the past little bit finally accumulated and I couldn't push them away anymore. I had a slight emotional breakdown. Which, I'm sure when Jon heard from the other room freaked him out. But he was very sweet and put a pause on homework to come and comfort me and to give me words of encouragement. I really married a wonderful man, and I am so grateful that I have him by my side. Then, came the guilt. I have to admit, I haven't felt like I did tonight for a good long while. I think it was a reminder of how I took my relationships for granted during my Postpartum Depression. I felt guilt because there are so many women who do parent alone, and who are single mothers- without help, encouragement, support or guidance. I'm lucky enough that I have so many people in my life who do give me these gifts every day, and tonight was kind of a reminder to keep the lines of communication open. Because it <i>is</i> ok to cry. It <i>is </i>ok to feel run down. It <i>is </i>ok to feel overwhelmed. It's <i>not </i>ok for me to hide those feelings from those who are closest to me, because they really have my best interest in mind and want more than anything for me to be ok. </div>
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Those are my thoughts from the past couple of days. It's always interesting to hear other people compliment you on something that you don't feel like you are doing very well. Liam and I went and visited Jon's grandma and during our stay she mentioned how patient I was with Liam. That took me off guard for a moment, because I feel like I'm not very patient with him- hence me praying for patience everyday. I definitely know that God hears and answers prayers, because even the simple act of being more patient with my child is becoming easier. Even if I feel like I'm not very good at it yet. I just know that I love my little boy so much and that I really do need to work on being the best mommy I can, and not stress so much about the little things that honestly don't matter. He's curious, he's adventuresome, he's a handful. And it's ok for me to not know exactly how to handle things. That's why I have an awesome mom who will send me encouraging texts, and a wonderful husband who will put his things on hold to comfort me. And a little boy, who still gives me loves and kisses after I've gotten short with him, and will pat my back as if to tell me that all is well and that he holds no grudge or malice of any sort with me. I truly am blessed. </div>
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My favourite scripture since finding out that I was pregnant with Liam has been:</div>
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-17282489908407491922014-02-25T21:16:00.001-08:002014-02-25T21:16:16.011-08:00A Little Pregnancy Story and Liam Updates!Alright, I'm trying to write down as much as I can about my experience with this pregnancy, as it has flown by pretty much and I haven't been able to document like I did with Liam. By the time that Liam was one, I already had three scrapbooks filled with pictures with a good two thirds of the first one just pregnancy photo's. I haven't really taken photo's of my pregnancy week by week with this one, and now all of a sudden I'm 35 weeks and had my first real labor scare tonight!<br />
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Baby Number 2's Pregnancy Story!<br />
Jon and I were not trying to conceive when this little guy decided it was time. In fact, Jon and I were going to wait until Christmas to <i>discuss</i> having another baby within that year. But July came around and all of a sudden I was feeling really sick. And I mean- <i>really</i> sick. I am not one to throw up. It's just not my body's way of dealing with anything. I will pass out, I will feel ill, but rarely do I ever throw up. Within one week, I managed to throw up at least three or four times every day; and when I didn't have any food to throw up, I was throwing up stomach acid. It got so bad one day that I was vomiting blood. I was at my parents house so that my mum could take care of Liam and I seriously sat in their giant tub all day long to help ease the nausea. My mum and I didn't know what was wrong with me and finally she asked if I could be pregnant. At that point in time I was grasping to anything to explain what was wrong, so she went and got me a pregnancy test. The end of June/beginning of July was my LMP and this was now the week of Jon's birthday (12th of July), I took the test and waited for the allotted time and it came back negative. So with that out of the way, we began looking at different illnesses that could cause that severe of a reaction in my body. We noticed that it was when I had eaten particularly greasy foods, so I started researching into that and saw that gall bladder problems could cause a person to become violently ill. So, my mum and I went to the store on one of my good days and we bought a whole bunch of new foods that are supposed to be good for people who get gall bladder attacks. Then about a week after we had changed my diet, I woke up and just instinctively knew that I needed to take that other test. I remember waking up and thinking, "you need to test today" and in my head I told myself: NO! But I got up and tested, and I didn't even have to wait for the two minutes it tells you to. It automatically brought up that second line.<br />
Getting in to see my doctor was more tricky this time around, he had an accident and so I didn't get in to see an OB until I was 10 weeks, we got an ultrasound to date how far along I was and there was our newest little baby! He looked like a little praying mantis, but a cute one! Then, my doctor finally was back in the office and so I got to go see him then! Then, the saddest day happened: my doctor told me at 22 weeks that he was retiring at the end of the year. So then the search for a new doctor happened. At 22 weeks I had the Anatomy Scan and we found out that we are adding our second BOY to the family, we also discovered that my fluid was low again with this pregnancy and so I was sent up to McKay Dee to meet with the Perinatal Specialist. I met with them and had the ultrasound done to check the fluid, then was told to come back at 32 weeks to do a follow up. Between this and my 32 week follow up I met with my new OB: Dr. Johnson. He is really sweet and I am really grateful that I was able to get in to be one of his patients. He is always very open and makes me feel like I am the most important patient that he has. He was very open about the choices that I wanted for my birthing experience, and was willing to listen to my experience with Liam's birth. At the my 32 week follow up, the ultrasound tech turned on 4D "just for fun". It was amazing! We were able to see features on this little baby, it was phenomenal to see him. And we determined that my fluid was up to 17.5! At my last appointment it was at a 15 but I'm still in the ok zone!<br />
Here I am at 35 weeks pregnant, and it's surreal to think that this little guy will be making his debut in about a month. Last night, I was having some real painful contractions, and not just the Braxton Hicks that I've been used to. These were not fun, after resting on the couch for a bit, I got up and I went up and took a shower and they subsided a bit. Jon brought me Tylenol PM and I was able to sleep. This morning I woke up and I was very sore, everywhere. It felt like I had done some intense workout all night long, and I was in some major pain! This little baby needs to stay put for at least another five weeks. It was good practice though.<br />
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Liam is so stinkin adorable! I love my little man so much, that's one thing that I'm terrified for for when I have this new baby, is the time alone that I have with Liam right now. Right now, we are able to do so much together, and I hope that he doesn't grow up to resent not having me 100%. I want to do the absolute best that I can, and I am having serious fears about not being a good mom to two children. I've heard so many people say that your love never diminishes for your previous children, but I really am terrified about how to split up my attention so that Liam and Baby 2 will have more than they need. I honestly don't know how mothers who have more than one or two children do it! I feel so guilty already and Baby 2 isn't even here yet.<br />
Liam loves to sit up on the counter with me while I bake! I've been in lots of baking moods lately, and so he will sit up at the counter and help me pour in sugar or flour, and I will give him his own little bowl and spoon so that he can stir. He really loves it! The other day, I was baking cookies, and I realised that I did not have chips to put into the cookies, so Jon ran off to the store; when he got back I put the chips into the batter and then gave Liam a couple to eat. Well, Jon took some out of the bag and put them on the table and closed up the bag and told Liam that these were theirs to share. Liam saw Jon ate one, and then realized that there were not going to be more after they were gone, so he took one chip and put it behind him and then ate a chip. Then he did it again, and Jon and I noticed and Jon said, "are you stock-piling?" We thought that was pretty funny of him to notice that there weren't going to be more and so he put them in his own little pile. Then the other day, I was making apple cake, and I had to check the cake in the oven. Well, I told Liam that he needed to stay out of the kitchen so that I could open the oven and check the cake. He was not ok with this and so I put him out of the kitchen and he threw one of his tantrums and then made sure that he put at least one foot over the threshold to the kitchen. He's such a stinker! He definitely loves to push boundaries and to see how far he's actually allowed to go.<br />
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Liam also has had a huge change in his life! I was trimming his hair one night and he moved right as I snipped the scissors-which left a huge gap of hair. So, much to Jon's happiness, I knew that I couldn't just leave it like that, so we got out the clippers and cut off quite a bit of Liam's hair. He didn't like the sound of the clippers at first so I had to let him hold it and put the guard on his hand to show him that it wouldn't hurt, and then finally he allowed me to cut his hair. It was such a hard moment for me, to see all of his gorgeous locks of hair falling to the ground. It was a lot shorter than I originally had anticipated, but he looks adorable, and he most definitely is my little toddler now. I was holding onto his infancy with his hair, but he's not a baby anymore, that is for sure!<br />
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Wow... What a difference! He looks even older now than when his hair was long.<br />
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That's our latest updates as of right now. We are doing really well, and I am getting anxious for this next month when our world/life will be changed again!Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-81399435599208629392014-02-24T22:14:00.000-08:002014-02-24T22:14:08.654-08:00First Diploma! Many more to come!There is an old movie that my family watches called "What's Up Doc?" in this movie there is a really funny couple of lines that my family will always quote- those couple of lines are:<br />
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"I'll try to be the same"<br />
"The same as what?"<br />
"The same as those people who are not different"<br />
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The saying that we are our own worst critic is so completely true! I know that I am my own worst critic, at all times. Right now, my upstairs is looking amazing! I'm doing really good at keeping it clean (except my room.... that's a whole new story), unfortunately the basement has become the latest disaster area. I try really hard to clean it at least once a week, but I've learned that keeping areas clean with an active toddler is like cleaning up splatter from an open, running blender. I am proud of myself for keeping upstairs clean, but then the overpowering negative thoughts blare through and I feel pretty crappy about not keeping the basement clean. When I was going through the postpartum depression, I wouldn't have even given the clean upstairs a second thought (probably because it wasn't ever clean...) and all that would be on my mind would be the nagging feeling that I wasn't being a good housewife because I wasn't keeping a clean house. Now that I'm over the PPD, I give myself credit for what I have done, and I remind myself that while the basement is a mess, I have worked really hard to keep the upstairs clean. I have reached a whole new milestone as well in my life: I asked my mother for help. For those of you who know me, you'll know that that really is quite a big deal! I am a very proud person, and I don't like to ask for help, because I feel like I should be able to do things by myself. This was one thing that when I was going through the PPD that was extremely difficult for me. I remember feeling so stressed with Liam even though I did have help from Jon and my mother, and then I would feel guilty for feeling so stressed because there are women out there who are single mothers who are wonderful parents and can do it all without the amount of support or help that I had/have. But the other day, I texted my mom and I asked her if she could come and vacuum corners for me because I have officially gotten to the point that bending over is a struggle. We had a wonderful time! She came over and she vacuumed corners for me, and then she helped me clean Liam's room by bending over and picking up his toys and books that he takes out to play with when he doesn't want to go to bed right away. It was actually really fun to work along side her.<br />
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Now getting to the original part of being the same as those who are not different. The other day, I was reading blogs of other friends of mine, and one in particular mentioned having the same type of feelings that I do about keeping a clean house, and basically with goals in general. It was a huge wake up call to me because it made me realize that I really am not alone, and I am really not all that different. There are so many friends of mine that get on Pinterest all the time and I know that if I were to get onto Pinterest I would be super addicted, I also am not a fan of those type of websites because for me, it's hard to see all of the "perfect" things that people do. Most people don't put down the difficult things or hard things for them, they like to show off all of the wonderful things that they do. Which there is nothing wrong with, at all! But for me, I immediately think to myself, "why can't I do something that awesome?!" so it's just a lot better for me to not have the temptation there. I am really grateful that I came to the realisation that I am not alone in the world though, and that I am not alone in my strife for a clean home!<br />
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Things are going really well for us! Liam is quite the rambunctious child and he is definitely a toddler, because he wants to get into absolutely everything! His latest fascination is the bathroom. I don't know what it is about the bathroom, but he loves coming into the bathroom with me whenever I do anything. He makes me want to laugh and pull my hair out all at the same time! I get done doing my hair and makeup and then it's time to leave the bathroom and he throws a full on tantrum because we are getting out of the bathroom. It's ridiculous! Last night, Liam managed to get out of his room by pushing down the baby gate and he went into our bathroom and decided that it was in need of a cleaning. He had taken all of the toilet paper off of the roll, and he took the toilet brush and decided that not only did the toilet need a cleaning, but the walls... and the shower... and the counter... and himself... The worst part about this is the fact that Jon and I were both downstairs at the time and so we had absolutely no idea that any of this was happening. I had to go upstairs to get more water and saw that his gate was down, let me tell you that nothing strikes more fear in your heart in knowing that your child is not where they should be and that you really don't know where they are. But Liam came and found me and took me into the bathroom and showed me, quite happily, all the "cleaning" he had done. He was clapping for himself and smiling, and it was so cute to see him so proud of himself. So we had a little chat about how cleaning the bathroom is something he has to wait for mommy to help with, Jon came upstairs and took him to clean him up while I cleaned up the bathroom.<br />
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The other exciting news that we have is that Jon's diploma from SLCC came in the mail today! He officially has an Associates of Science! We are so excited! It is the first of many diploma's to come and I could not be more proud of him and of all the hard work that he is doing to provide for our family! The other day, he was sent an email stating that he was the recipient of two scholarships! I love that he is working so hard, and I love that he is being recognized for all of his hard work. There are days that are really difficult for me, because even though he is home, I still don't really get to see him because he is in his office working on his homework. I have to remind myself that he is working so hard for us, and that there will come a time that I will see him whenever I want, but for now, he has to lock himself away in his office to finish his homework! It WILL be worth it in the end! I just have to remind myself of that now.<br />
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Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970558707913625928.post-86851711216880910822014-02-13T21:49:00.000-08:002014-02-13T21:49:19.518-08:00Fluid is Up!Um... where has half of February gone to? So much has happened that I don't even know where to start!<br />
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I'll separate everything into sections! That seems much easier!<br />
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SJHS:<br />
We started second semester at the school, which meant that we were starting Musical Theatre and the audition process for Aladdin. We started working on the audition song the first day of class and then the next class period Kallee taught them the dance. We did the solo auditions after school that day, and there were some kids that truly surprised us. I love it when kids truly shine! We had callbacks and then we cast the show. I am really happy with how our cast turned out. We have had a slight drawback because our Jafar's father got a new job in a different state and so he is going to be moving about three weeks before the show opens. So we've had to switch some kids around, but part of being in theatre is being able to improvise and create something magical and that's just what we are doing.<br />
Alyn, Jon and I took a road trip to Orem to pick up the Cave of Wonders set piece. We had a blast! Stopped at the Maverik and drove to Orem, got the set loaded into the truck and tied down and then while driving back had to stop to re tie the set down because coming back around the Point of the Mountain was extremely windy! But the set looks awesome and I am so excited!<br />
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Jon:<br />
Jon is doing really well! He got another perfect score in his Calculus Exam! He is working really hard and I am so proud of him!<br />
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Liam:<br />
Liam has a mouth full of teeth now! After fretting a little bit about his teeth not coming in, they all came very fast!! He is also starting to talk, which is amazing to me, his little voice is adorable. Lately, he'll point at everything and say, "what's that?" and then when we answer he'll say, "ooh" with a little lilt. So cute. He is sleeping really well in his twin bed and he sleeps all night long. He has started doing something that I'm not too thrilled about, and that is throwing tantrums and pushing his limits. Every time I tell him no or ask him not to do something he will immediately burst into tears and throw a fit, he is so dramatic! My brother so kindly let me know that that was my fault, ha, which he is probably right. Liam is also into pushing his limits. The other day he taught me quite a lesson: he was playing with the humidifier and I asked him not to play with it anymore, he proceeded to shout at me and got a little more resilient. I, again, told him no and he then pushed the humidifier off of the table it was on and it broke and water went all over the carpet. I lost my temper and yelled at him and spanked him then put him in his room. He went to sleep almost as soon as I put him in his bed. I then went into my room and I began to just cry; He's only 19 months old and his behaviour really is a phase that he's going through. I just seemed to forget about that at the moment. When he woke up about an hour later I heard him get up and play in his room for a little bit. So I went to his door and knocked on it, and he came and opened his door for me and as soon as he saw me he threw open his door and wrapped his little arms around my legs and patted me as if to say that everything was ok. This little act pushed me to tears again because it's amazing to see how the smallest member of my household teaches me the greatest lessons. That night I prayed so hard that God would grant me more patience, and I feel like I've been blessed greatly just in the past week.<br />
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Me:<br />
February 3, I had a follow up appointment at McKay Dee Hospital to check my amniotic fluid. I showed up and the tech took me in and started the Ultrasound. She was going through the body parts of his that we could see and then she turned on 4D "just for fun". It was AMAZING! Ultrasounds themselves are pretty amazing but to see the little face of the baby growing inside of me with such clarity was phenomenal! He looks identical to Liam! It's pretty cool to have an idea of what he will look like! She checked my fluid and it's gone up to a 17.5! Which is right in the middle of where they want it to be. I was so excited. The baby is also measuring two days ahead and he is weighing about 4 pounds. Of course those are just estimates because he'll come when he is ready and weight measurements can be up to a pound or two off in either direction. Either way, everything is looking really good with him and me and we are having a really healthy pregnancy. We have about seven weeks left until he is estimated to make his arrival, and even though it's just that, an estimate, it's still coming up pretty fast! I can't believe that we are going to be having our second son in two months! I went to the mall today to go to Motherhood Maternity to look at nursing bras. They have a sale going on to buy 3 get the 4th free; I was fully ready to spend the money on good quality nursing bras until the sales associate got bratty with me. I had some questions and she acted as though it was such a burden to answer my questions, so then at the end when she asked which ones I wanted I just told her that I wasn't prepared to buy anything today and that I just wanted to see their selection. She seemed even more upset that she had "wasted" her time on someone who wouldn't be purchasing anything, but I was really annoyed by her attitude! After that I went to JC Penney, and even though Baby 2 will be using all of Liam's clothing I saw an adorable outfit that was only $11 so I bought it as this baby's coming home outfit. I am starting to get really excited about having a new baby. I'm excited to complete our family! Brittney Ann!http://www.blogger.com/profile/12122458157869263960noreply@blogger.com0