tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75867982510103559782024-03-20T03:04:46.358-07:00Confessions of a Marine WifeLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-55600318625829031352012-03-19T12:02:00.002-07:002012-03-19T12:05:04.208-07:00Shop Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hey, y'all!<br />
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I know it's been a while, but I've been super busy lately. Between running around after Bear and trying to stay relaxed with Jasper, I completely space on updating the blog.<br />
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BUT!<br />
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I just wanted to pop in and say that I've been crocheting like a madwoman. I've re-opened the shop, made some changes, and have started adding new items!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shell stitch beanie, found [<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/95496018/shell-stitch-baby-or-child-beanie-choose" target="_blank">here</a>]</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I've also been working on some new patterns, and they are turning out awesome!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Granny stripe "Zebra" beanie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Earflap beanie. I made this one for Baby Jasper.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After a bit of tweaking and some mass production (or at least having more than one color combo to show), I'll be adding these to the shop inventory, as well.<br />
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I'll be back soon, hopefully with more items in the shop.<br />
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Feel free to check it out in the meantime, though, by clicking this [<a href="http://www.thesempergumbyshoppe.etsy.com/" target="_blank">link</a>] or going to "The [Shoppe]" tab at the top of the blog.<br />
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Have an awesome day!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-22531182825642745772012-03-10T19:40:00.000-08:002012-03-10T19:40:41.588-08:00The Big Switch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I've done it.<br />
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I've been converted.<br />
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I'm making the big switch.<br />
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CLOTH DIAPERING!<br />
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Yup. You read that correctly. We (that is to say, I) are now cloth diapering Little Bear. And Jasper when he gets here.<br />
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I got Bear's first 4 cloth diapers in the mail on Friday. I ordered them from <a href="http://gogreendiapers.com/9-fuzzy" target="_blank">GoGreen Diapers</a>. I decided to go with the fuzzy cloth pocket diapers because 1: they are cheap ($10 for 1!) and 2: I have heard that they work just as well (Thanks, Amanda!!) as the more expensive ones.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bear modeling his giraffe print cloth diaper.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Bear's been in his cloth diapers all day today, and they are working wonderfully so far. I'm a little iffy on keeping him in them when he goes down for the night, so he's going to still be using disposables every now and then.<br />
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I also decided that, since I'm making the effort, I may as well make some cloth wipes as well.<br />
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Doing that is super simple. I was going through Bear's old receiving blankets and found 4 or 5 that were covered in spit up stains. I took those, cut them down to fit into the wipe case, then made the solution.<br />
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I used about 1/4 cup each of baby oil and Burt's Bees Baby Wash and gently mixed that with 1 1/4 cups of warm water. I poured it over the wipes and voila! Washable baby wipes.<br />
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I'm super excited (and super late) to be joining the cloth diapering community. But I figured with bringing a new baby into our family, saving some money would be awesome, and it's great for the environment. :] <br />
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Sorry I don't update this nearly as much as I used to. I really need to get better at that.<br />
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So, I'm going to cram the last month or so down your throats all at once. Enjoy. :]<br />
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First off, today is March 1st. It's Self-Injury Awareness Day.<br />
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</tbody></table> I know it's late in the day, or else I would remind everyone to wear something orange or to draw a butterfly on their hand/wrist, but please be aware that self-injury is a terrible thing. You may not self-injure, but there are so many who do. They need hope, they need help. Be there to listen. Reach out.<br />
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That being said, let's get into life. :]<br />
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About a month ago, I moved! I'm moved in a bigger house on base. It is absolutely beautiful and so much roomier. I actually feel like I can spread out here. It's an awesome thing.<br />
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We found out that L.B. is a boy! His name is Jasper Gregory. We can't wait to meet him. For more on our little guy, visit my <a href="http://www.littlebabybohman.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">pregnancy blog</a>.<br />
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Husband is doing well overseas. We hear from him anywhere from one to three times a week. I'm extremely grateful for that, as I know that there are some Marines who are not able to call home as often.<br />
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Bear is doing well. He has his 18 month check up tomorrow! I'm excited to tell the doctor that he knows a zillion words. :] My Little Bear is so polite. He shakes hands, says please and thank you, says hello and goodbye, and so many more words and phrases. Other than the occasional tantrum, he's an absolute angel. I'm so blessed.<br />
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In May, there is a craft fair that I'm 98% sure I'm going to be participating in. I have about two months to get everything made. I'm a bit nervous, but I know that if I just put my mind to it, I can do it. :]<br />
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The plan is to start blogging at least once a week now. We'll see how that goes.<br />
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I still have a tutorial to photograph and post. Sorry, Miss Bee! I promise that will be up soon.<br />
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Thank you all for sticking with me through my long absences. Y'all rock!<br />
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Til next time!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-87248204117498355892012-02-20T23:30:00.001-08:002012-02-20T23:30:53.614-08:00A Little Announcement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCb8woI5au5ToVlrJlUhmVDx5Z11lOXXKBJ4Yzh8DVUqtlsvxiJSdja-5XgtR-iIYlFBCjkH_cjxNusxKPdjQAKOTOybvIIMKerEYOhGAj7joVBOfQWDwJJX6APf78m9F1l7DhKOYngG4/s1600/tumblr_lxgcuf6mx21r0o4ae.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCb8woI5au5ToVlrJlUhmVDx5Z11lOXXKBJ4Yzh8DVUqtlsvxiJSdja-5XgtR-iIYlFBCjkH_cjxNusxKPdjQAKOTOybvIIMKerEYOhGAj7joVBOfQWDwJJX6APf78m9F1l7DhKOYngG4/s320/tumblr_lxgcuf6mx21r0o4ae.png" width="320" /></a></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-56804300827910194582012-01-27T19:55:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:56:19.246-08:00Deployment Update - Week 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Husband is safe and sound in Afghanistan. Well...as safe and sound as he can be, I suppose.<br />
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We got to Skype with him tonight, and it was amazing, if not a little awkward.<br />
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It's cold there, he says. About 30 degrees. Brr. I can't even imagine, what with being in 29 Palms. The coldest it gets here is about 60 degrees. Woo. :/<br />
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He's going to be staying where he is for about five days to get integrated, then he's being transferred wherever he is needed.<br />
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Bear was super excited to see Daddy. He was all smiles and waves and "hi" and shyness. Now, however, he's sad, and hasn't let me put him down since we were done talking with Daddy.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa-6cnwWwr3HQuV1ToI3lzJIRoTidrS85Ch-a6tAakZuIZ5Dx-5OdFYRipH35XjvT8pJc_Xem8dMG7kwfGwnoh5tgOjilvKYtoNPCy0hq0xOL-av8_1yJ__MaMR4eBAV5RT344gKelQw/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-27+at+18.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa-6cnwWwr3HQuV1ToI3lzJIRoTidrS85Ch-a6tAakZuIZ5Dx-5OdFYRipH35XjvT8pJc_Xem8dMG7kwfGwnoh5tgOjilvKYtoNPCy0hq0xOL-av8_1yJ__MaMR4eBAV5RT344gKelQw/s320/Photo+on+2012-01-27+at+18.47.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I can't wait til we get on a better schedule for talking. All this constantly having my phone on me (for FB texts) and having the volume on my computer up at max in order to hear Skype ringing is getting a little old.<br />
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This last week has gone by both slowly and quickly. Slowly in the days seem to drag by, but quickly in that I can't believe he's already been gone for almost a week.<br />
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I hope it goes like this the rest of the time he's gone.<br />
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">♥</span></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-19720053480682301532012-01-25T14:23:00.000-08:002012-01-25T14:23:51.275-08:00Just A Quick Little Share<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/confessionsofamarinewife/16457137519/1/tumblr_lycg15Umf41r9i52p" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/confessionsofamarinewife/16457137519/1/tumblr_lycg15Umf41r9i52p" width="320" /></a></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-58542652496712009742012-01-23T15:46:00.000-08:002012-01-23T15:46:21.459-08:00Dear Deployment: Day 1, Week 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">First off, deployments, you suck.<br />
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I only saw him off this morning, and I'm ready for him to be home.<br />
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It was really hard...It took all I had not to start bawling in front of everyone.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/401452_3067585486000_1154444287_33243070_1900879705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/401452_3067585486000_1154444287_33243070_1900879705_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I hope he is able to sleep on the bus/planes over there... We didn't get much sleep last night, because he had to be on base at 3:45 in the morning. Yuck.<br />
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He left me his wedding ring...Didn't want anything happening to it, and just in case "something happens," he said. Jerk.<br />
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Poor Bear...He knew something was up.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/408095_3067575485750_1154444287_33243068_321415837_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/408095_3067575485750_1154444287_33243068_321415837_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>It's not very often he gets woken up in the middle of the night to see Daddy in uniform.<br />
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It was really cold, so we spent the last two hours in the truck. We just talked to Bear and spent time together.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/402436_3067613686705_1154444287_33243096_906987787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/402436_3067613686705_1154444287_33243096_906987787_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I don't know when I'm going to hear from him...I hate that. I've got my phone ringer on the loudest possible setting, just in case he can call from the USO at the airports...I'm refreshing my email every half hour or so, and Facebook and Skype are always open. Just in case.<br />
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Watching him get on the bus was so hard. I didn't want to let him go. But I had to. I had no choice.<br />
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I hated seeing him go.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/404732_3067646367522_1154444287_33243102_1412657902_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/404732_3067646367522_1154444287_33243102_1412657902_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And so, deployment...You can go and do several unmentionable, inappropriate things to yourself.<br />
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Just bring him home safely, and in one piece.<br />
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I definitely miss high school, and if I could, I would go back just so I could do these things.<br />
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In theater, I was in one big stage musical ("Thoroughly Modern Millie"), several smaller plays and several Dramatic Interpretations for Theater Meets, including Claudia from <i>Interview With A Vampire </i>(the novel, not the movie).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thoroughly Modern Millie cast. I'm in the middle row, second from the left in the blue dress.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TMM, with Tanika Lee (left, blue dress) and me (right, gold dress). I got soy sauce dumped on me right after this.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today, I popped in the DVD of my high school production of TMM and just sat in awe. It's been so long since I've done anything like this, and it makes me so sad that I can't anymore (no auditions at the local theater group).<br />
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Now, granted, I'm not the best singer, not by far, but I like to pretend I have a pretty nice voice. I was in chorus for 9 years, from second grade to senior year, minus one year that I pretended I was too cool for it. I miss it, too. One thing I love about church is getting to sing the hymns and stare at the sheet music like I know how to read it. I don't. :]<br />
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One thing I remember about chorus was the time we got to go up to Temple Square and sing. It was so beautiful, even if I did have to wear one of the worst uniforms ever to be imagined.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Singing in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, December 23, 2007.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another angle of the JSMB. This place was gorgeous.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I even did some singing with my friends for a talent show. We had a little one night band called Sisterwife. We were a cello ensemble, with only one cello and a drummer. It was pretty awesome.<br />
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Sigh. I can't wait until I am able to do something similar to this again. I miss it so much.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Husband decorating the front window</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bear helping Mommy decorate his room</td></tr>
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</tbody></table> Have a good weekend!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-86678790761970856132011-11-23T01:18:00.000-08:002011-11-23T01:26:36.567-08:00The Birth Of Little Bear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I know this is a long time coming, but I wanted to share the birth story of my Bear. Please be aware that, since this happened fifteen months ago, I really can only guesstimate at the exact times. <br />
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<b>6:30 a.m.</b><br />
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On August 16, 2010, Husband's alarm went off. He had to be at the recruiting station at seven for group PT. Everything felt completely normal as I rolled over and slapped Husband awake. Being Husband, of course, he reached over me and hit the snooze button. So, of course, I lay there in the darkness, feeling Bear squirm around in my uterus, and wait for the alarm to go off again.<b> </b><br />
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After almost ten minutes, I'd nearly drifted back into sleep. Then, my water broke at almost the exact moment the alarm went off again.<br />
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I had to slap Husband awake. I told him my water broke, but he brushed it off as a joke. I think when I started yelling, he realized how serious it was. He jumped out of bed, helped me up, and while I changed my pants, he ran downstairs to tell his dad.<br />
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<b>7:30 a.m.</b><br />
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We made it to the hospital without much incident (Husband drove basically on the side of the road with his hazards on) and, since it was so early, we had to go in through the emergency room. I had called my mom and Husband's mom (she was in England with Husband's sister at the time) to let them know what was going on.<br />
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<b> </b>Since my contractions hadn't really started yet, I had to wait around in a wheelchair for a bit. After about thirty or so minutes, I was taken straight to a delivery room.<br />
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<b>10:00 a.m.</b><br />
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Chilling in my bed, hooked up to fetal monitors and i.v.s and getting a pitocin cocktail and the like. It was around this time that I was actually able to feel the contractions that had apparently been happening.<br />
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The plan was to do this natural. But then the pain started. And it was only back pain. I gritted my way through it, determined to avoid the GIANT needle. I slept as much as I could while Husband drove back home to pack our hospital bags.<br />
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<b>1:00 p.m.</b><br />
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The pain was excruciating. I couldn't handle it anymore. After being torn from an unsteady sleep by another contraction, I sobbed at Husband to get the anesthesiologist. I couldn't take it anymore. I have a low pain tolerance, and could do nothing more than focus on the fire in my lower back. I couldn't even breathe.<br />
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<b> </b>The anesthesiologist came in and, after signing the paperwork, he prepped me for The Needles. Had me sit up with my legs over the side of the bed, with Husband holding me up. He numbed me, which I thought was horrible. Then as a ginormous contraction hit, I could feel The Needle entering my skin. I immediately began pulling away. I don't think I've ever cried harder in my life. Then...nothing.<br />
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Husband and the nurse helped me back into bed, then the nurse "checked" me. I was only dilated to about a five. Nowhere near close enough.<br />
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<b>3:30 p.m.</b><br />
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It is around this time that the nurse came in and told me that I couldn't sleep anymore. I needed to monitor my contractions and breathe, <b> </b>because the baby's heart rate has started to drop during my contractions. She taught Husband how to read the monitors so that he could help me.<br />
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<b>8:00 p.m.</b><br />
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By now, the baby's heart rate had dropped almost dangerously low several times throughout the day.<b> </b>The nurse checked me again, and determined that, yes, I was ready to push.<br />
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With Husband on my left side, holding one leg up, and a nurse on my right holding the other, I began to push.<br />
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I really do have to commend Husband on being amazing. He was so calm and supportive throughout the entire process. From encouraging me and telling me to push ("I AM PUSHING!"), to peeking over and seeing...everything (I respectfully declined). He was just great.<br />
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Unfortunately, it is around this time that my memory blacked out. Pretty much everything from this point on is based on what Husband told me happened.<br />
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<b>8:18 p.m.</b> <br />
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Bear's head came out, quickly followed by the rest of him. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck three times. He was sickly grey-white, not crying, not even breathing. Husband quickly cut the cord and Bear was whisked to the warming crib to the side of my bed, with Husband right behind.<br />
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I do remember asking why he wasn't crying and why I couldn't see him yet. I don't think I got a direct answer.<br />
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Husband says that while I was delivering the placenta (which was also whisked away, but this time to a lab) and getting sewn up, our little boy was being suctioned and getting a tube-thing put down his throat to clear his airway. Husband tells me that he honestly thought that Bear was dead for those first few minutes.<br />
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Finally, when Bear was breathing on his own, he opened his eyes for the tiniest moment, just long enough for Husband to snap a couple of photos.<br />
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This is how I first saw my son. While he was getting cleaned up, now that they knew he was alive, Husband and I looked at these pictures. Right before the nurses took him up to the Level 2 nursery*, Husband was able to grab one more photo.<br />
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<b>11:45 p.m.</b><br />
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By now, the epidural had worn off and I was exhausted. While I rested, Husband went up to the nursery, and even got to hold Little Bear's little hand.<br />
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<b> </b>After what seemed like days, the nurse told me that I was able to hold my baby. She wheeled him in and handed him to me, and my heart felt whole. Everything seemed so perfect at that moment, with my baby in my arms and my husband at my side.<br />
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And that is the story of how Taylor Matheson Bohman, Jr. (more commonly known as Matheson or Bear) was born at 8:18 p.m. on August 16, 2010. He was born at 36 weeks exactly, just under a month early, and weighed 6 pounds, 1 ounce. He was 19 inches long. Tall and skinny, just like his daddy.<br />
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I honestly can't wait to experience this again. Although, hopefully with less scares this time.<br />
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July can't get here fast enough.<br />
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♥<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*I never was able to get that initial bonding moment with my Bear. I didn't get to see him or hold him until he was almost four hours old. There is a lot of guilt and heartache that I still feel over that. I'm not sure if that will ever go away.</span></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-70325369586204499872011-11-21T16:17:00.000-08:002011-11-21T16:17:12.941-08:00Announcement For The Shop[pe]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J3pqxHjT-DBdy9vPY0inV_zz1edJKBiXNGOjqWcUF80SUJsdkAzWJFdQ8YPiVitW8KX41z73kKafhoBrSx87t8p_nELhw7jg5dmiEeYspht5bJY7kFWcvztklyXTxgzOjUrP5ELoZFs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+4.15.52+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="94" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_J3pqxHjT-DBdy9vPY0inV_zz1edJKBiXNGOjqWcUF80SUJsdkAzWJFdQ8YPiVitW8KX41z73kKafhoBrSx87t8p_nELhw7jg5dmiEeYspht5bJY7kFWcvztklyXTxgzOjUrP5ELoZFs/s320/Screen+shot+2011-11-21+at+4.15.52+PM.png" width="320" /></a></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-20390943482290742432011-11-17T18:57:00.000-08:002011-11-17T18:57:22.527-08:00[What I Made] Blue French Toast!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yup. I got bored while cooking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375930_2622350835412_1154444287_33027401_1006093454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375930_2622350835412_1154444287_33027401_1006093454_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/318649_2622689443877_1154444287_33027683_1965354011_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/318649_2622689443877_1154444287_33027683_1965354011_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Use your favorite French Toast recipe, or you can use <a href="http://linzeh.blogspot.com/2011/01/brown-sugar-cinnamon-french-toast.html" target="_blank">this one.</a> Add blue food coloring. Cook. Easy peasy. :]<br />
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Let me know if you make some!<br />
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And then your baby turns 15 months, and you decide you hate his room.<br />
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Yup. That's where I am right now. Don't get me wrong. I actually love the room, I just want the theme toned down a bit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both photos are from Bear's half of the room in SC.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>What I want to do is play up the colors used, especially the greens and browns, and play down the actual animals. He has the wall decals up in his room here in California, and his matching lamp is on full display. But everything else...It just screams at me. I want it more mellow.<br />
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What I want to do is make him some solid color minky sheets for his bed, as mentioned <a href="http://littlebabybohman.blogspot.com/2011/11/nursery-ideas-toddler-rooms.html" target="_blank">here</a>. But I also want to rip apart his little quilt. He doesn't use it anyway, so I don't feel bad for wanting to do it. :]<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bz1-img.com/images_customers/08/46/9837633_80975_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bz1-img.com/images_customers/08/46/9837633_80975_full.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>It makes a picture out of all of its sections. I want to turn those into separate little pillows for Bear to play with. Like a puzzle. I'm just not sure how to go about doing that. <br />
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If anyone has any ideas, shout them out! I welcome any and all help. </div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-79160626705591355392011-11-16T13:19:00.000-08:002011-11-16T13:19:04.751-08:00[For The Baby] Pregnancy Blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hey y'all.<br />
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Just wanted to let you all know that, for the most part, I will be posting anything pregnancy related <a href="http://littlebabybohman.blogspot.com/">here.</a><br />
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I will still be posting crafts and such that I may make for Baby, but everything else is on the other blog.<br />
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Ciao!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-76214244485628428672011-11-13T20:25:00.000-08:002011-11-13T20:28:04.975-08:00[For The Baby] The Beginning of...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've started something! Yay!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I found out the awesome news on Friday. Today (Sunday) I started my very first baby-related project.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuHix9NezUNr3trhPkJ6HDuACwl0geVsVG65d1n7HkJL1nNTCsL5JCe4mWPs1hPVzZI77ipIHJBjy1aLG9_Yhc9P5_iVDS-X0puf_W42OOHo73qtEzzhAxRsGDiinsNAqIfiK-4nj3B0/s1600/grannywm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuHix9NezUNr3trhPkJ6HDuACwl0geVsVG65d1n7HkJL1nNTCsL5JCe4mWPs1hPVzZI77ipIHJBjy1aLG9_Yhc9P5_iVDS-X0puf_W42OOHo73qtEzzhAxRsGDiinsNAqIfiK-4nj3B0/s320/grannywm.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm going to make the her (positive thinking :]) a blanket!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm going to use four colors: turquoise, red, grey, sage. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The squares are going to all look like this one. Simple, basic. I'll be making (at least) one of these square a week in any combo of two of the four aforementioned colors. :] </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On a slightly different note, I've had a request by a friend to do a tutorial for granny squares. I'll do it (I promise!), but I was just wondering if anyone else besides Miss Bee is interested?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let me know!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ciao!</div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-42099845960372922282011-11-12T14:02:00.001-08:002011-11-12T14:02:38.705-08:00[What We Did] Surprise!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNP9n8574H9gBHi4nuOU73ZUigukIa-qYP3IULNXNYLnvjtpu1SVBI_98VIRAv6hQZrkAWjlhWEDEzpK_usIeNdLLva_tnac8LzEwBFy5IIRa608qgebr19cOwb0vGTyQv6DxXMzZ3yA/s1600/watermarkest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNP9n8574H9gBHi4nuOU73ZUigukIa-qYP3IULNXNYLnvjtpu1SVBI_98VIRAv6hQZrkAWjlhWEDEzpK_usIeNdLLva_tnac8LzEwBFy5IIRa608qgebr19cOwb0vGTyQv6DxXMzZ3yA/s320/watermarkest.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-12543615865549255722011-11-11T10:18:00.000-08:002011-11-11T10:19:39.389-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7KGDIVhKY100mm0eW8hUACap-keVLF7Pb9jYORuHMIsP8BqwCeyhwpsOMLDl9zLv9g9JLmd8UlzaqgqBmh_i55Q9qm6cf4PqrlisEgx7VRKtdMBtv_fqITVW2eKf5svQqQKxfUtcU5s/s1600/tumblr_lugergnzRa1qjfucho1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="83" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7KGDIVhKY100mm0eW8hUACap-keVLF7Pb9jYORuHMIsP8BqwCeyhwpsOMLDl9zLv9g9JLmd8UlzaqgqBmh_i55Q9qm6cf4PqrlisEgx7VRKtdMBtv_fqITVW2eKf5svQqQKxfUtcU5s/s320/tumblr_lugergnzRa1qjfucho1_500.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiAQ3PEBeu_0ccKooZb54a_lBadhgW9GBNTnzLybozBOT1P6N4ER3ntKGh4jc-JbBItWegH9p_FWve57dj-yWBprQCejD7rqX6WKYJfPQQyAZS1ELtXbCRcptsY35f-tZPx5lb-gmtGw/s1600/tumblr_luicva923W1qjfucho1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiAQ3PEBeu_0ccKooZb54a_lBadhgW9GBNTnzLybozBOT1P6N4ER3ntKGh4jc-JbBItWegH9p_FWve57dj-yWBprQCejD7rqX6WKYJfPQQyAZS1ELtXbCRcptsY35f-tZPx5lb-gmtGw/s320/tumblr_luicva923W1qjfucho1_500.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you to all of our veterans for your service and sacrifice. Even though I don't know all of you, I love and appreciate you all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Veteran's Day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-2919873387175519462011-11-10T14:28:00.000-08:002011-11-10T14:28:04.587-08:00Oorah!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lugd1khPfK1qjfucho1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lugd1khPfK1qjfucho1_500.gif" width="320" /></a></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-85843246683425013602011-11-09T21:55:00.000-08:002011-11-09T21:55:41.112-08:00[What I Did] Tumblr<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I made one.<br />
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Go <a href="http://sempergumbyshoppe.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">here</a> to see it. Follow if you have one. I'll follow back. Duh. :]<br />
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Something I've learned: watermark your original photos. People will steal them. True story.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RcuIuE1QIzk9JtUzffDAmmSVMoJ0xTeK1vUa0JmccjzSAeryQNKfwoMBf08JO2BIrbaiyXi5EAfJhxLtaJxsg4JxDe8EaBccGHIVAnf0pG5S-ZNoOp6Gs5F6Gr-TggtWmW4wkkBSIpc/s320/IMG_20110928_212634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1RcuIuE1QIzk9JtUzffDAmmSVMoJ0xTeK1vUa0JmccjzSAeryQNKfwoMBf08JO2BIrbaiyXi5EAfJhxLtaJxsg4JxDe8EaBccGHIVAnf0pG5S-ZNoOp6Gs5F6Gr-TggtWmW4wkkBSIpc/s320/IMG_20110928_212634.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend's photo, posted <a href="http://seamonkeytravels.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend's photo, stolen and watermarked by <a href="http://allyandbaby.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">this person</a>.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>People like that make me want to punch the world. :/ Sigh. But what can you do? What would you do if it happened to you (your photos being stolen and used as someone else's)?</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-1523009568173179612011-11-09T03:28:00.000-08:002011-11-09T03:28:41.965-08:00[Awkward and Awesome] Stupid Baby Gates<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Awkward:<br />
<ul><li>Hitting that weird, tender spot on your knee with the fridge. </li>
<li>Falling over the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs. Baby gates: now keeping babies, dogs, and Lindsey from going up the stairs.</li>
<li>Not being able to find that awesome photo of my “Wicked” section on my bookshelf.</li>
</ul>Awesome:<br />
<ul><li>Trying a recipe for the first time and being told it’s as good as something in a restaurant. True story. </li>
<li>Getting addicted to Tumblr.</li>
<li>Crocheting baby blankets. :]</li>
</ul>www.sempergumbyshoppe.tumblr.com <br />
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</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-53765222455653832412011-11-03T14:25:00.000-07:002011-11-03T14:25:55.525-07:00[What I Wore] Halloween Edition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I hope you all had a wonderful and fun Halloween. I know I did!<br />
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Me, Husband and our neighbor Lindsay went as zombie escorts for Jedi Bear. It was pretty fun. :]<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300920_2541803501779_1154444287_32975093_1604060956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300920_2541803501779_1154444287_32975093_1604060956_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/385300_2541793301524_1154444287_32975084_945242326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/385300_2541793301524_1154444287_32975084_945242326_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Also, there was a little festival on base the Friday before Halloween, and of course I had to do something fun for that, as well. :]<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305445_2530849227929_1154444287_32962181_315629397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/305445_2530849227929_1154444287_32962181_315629397_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381851_2530852588013_1154444287_32962182_463300643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381851_2530852588013_1154444287_32962182_463300643_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/387796_2530843827794_1154444287_32962179_1445528079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/387796_2530843827794_1154444287_32962179_1445528079_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/310663_2530298854170_1154444287_32961601_1888099520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/310663_2530298854170_1154444287_32961601_1888099520_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Although, I don't think either of these "costumes" hold up to last year's.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/72472_1650943630839_1154444287_31782771_6553358_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/72472_1650943630839_1154444287_31782771_6553358_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>What do you think?</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-5044232868047723102011-10-28T14:47:00.000-07:002011-10-28T14:47:03.727-07:00[What We Did] Trunk or Treat & Followers Fest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">So last night we packed up our truck and headed on base. Husband's unit (who is deployed) was holding a Trunk-or-Treat, and I wanted to have Bear experience something Halloween-y. The base fire department was there, too. Husband really liked that. :]<br />
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There is a fall festival on base tonight and another opportunity for dressing Bear up. I think I may even do something fun with my appearance this time. I love Halloween. :]<br />
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I just wanted to let you all know that I love you.<br />
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It doesn't matter if we don't talk that often, or if we haven't seen each other in years. I don't care about any little dramas that have happened between us; that stuff happens between friends.<br />
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You all mean so much to me. I hope you know that. We've been through both good times and bad times. Shared some awkward and awesome things, and laughed until we cried.<br />
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It doesn't matter if I've known you for years or only for months. If I consider you my friend, please know that I will do almost anything for you. Because that is what friends are for.<br />
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You know my obsessions and fears and odd little traits. You know that I've made mistakes, and you know that I am learning from them.<br />
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We've done a lot of really cool things together: first kisses, meeting in forums, Harry Potter, costumes, random videos, plays, designated dance dates, and lots and lots of hair dye.<br />
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To cut it short: You all mean so dang much to me. I love you. I hope you all feel the same.<br />
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Love: Linzeh</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06266153433174475749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586798251010355978.post-88077848944095517792011-10-20T07:25:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:25:44.522-07:00[What I Did] Family Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I know I'm not perfect. Far from it, in fact. I'm quick to anger and I have a tendency to snap when someone says something that I perceive to be snotty. I get frustrated very easily, especially when things don't happen just the way I want them to. I have a very low tolerance for stupidity (driving with me is nearly impossible).<br />
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But I'm trying.<br />
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I'm learning how to watch my tone. I'm learning to think before I say something that someone might call "catty" or "childish." I'm not always good at this. But I'm learning.<br />
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I need to, because I have to be a good example and strong leader for my family. I have to keep it together (my mind and temper, that is), not only for me, but for my guys. I don't want something avoidable to wear me down and break my spirit. That is not something that Bear needs to see in his Mommy, nor Husband in his wife. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://hphotos-sea1.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/s720x720/316920_2485121164756_1154444287_32925495_652150623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://hphotos-sea1.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/s720x720/316920_2485121164756_1154444287_32925495_652150623_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Something that is helping me do all of this is spending days out of the house with my perfect little family. Walking down to the park, wandering around San Diego, going to the fair with friends...All of this is helping me be a better person.<br />
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I make it a point to try and get out of the house at least once a day, even if it's just going to the MCX and looking at all the stuff I've seen a zillion times. I always try to leave for my doctor's appointments an hour early so we have time to walk around Balboa Park for a bit. I try so hard to avoid going back to our little apartment, and the distractions that dwell there.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300414_2466552260545_1154444287_32911482_841288131_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300414_2466552260545_1154444287_32911482_841288131_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I need to start bringing my camera to more things. I missed out on some pretty amazing Sea World pictures yesterday. I hate not being able to capture everything, even if it's only on my cell phone. Being able to hold on to these memories is something I cherish.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/303081_2455095934144_1154444287_32898865_178480875_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/303081_2455095934144_1154444287_32898865_178480875_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>My family is the thing I love most in this world. Husband and Bear are my anchors. They are my inspiration. I want to prove to them that I can be better than I am, regardless of the situation. Everything I do is for them.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307097_2485630297484_1154444287_32926335_1954450537_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/307097_2485630297484_1154444287_32926335_1954450537_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My guys have saved me in more ways than I can count. I strive to be a good, caring mother and wife in all things I do. If I fail something, seeing how much they care makes me want to try again.<br />
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I love them. Plain and simple.<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life. No matter what. </span></span></span> <br />
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