tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23230247774416898662024-02-07T00:14:32.194-08:00Design SmileLaughing through the journeyAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-86937784106449287412011-06-22T19:23:00.000-07:002011-06-22T19:28:51.090-07:00A Little Bit of Dirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiRPCFcyf0X-9-0pW8WOKRK4ZMlmjWDNPrZE_PGUqWyz3uPdrcXuwIEAjgY4Oh4tSxqcin_71zI08FszX1n_Ht4ox3qKYIOjTtDsRZ0WNft64QtdJjnr_GXCAg0pxFbnlOSEjQfBbO-cX/s1600/IMG_3027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiRPCFcyf0X-9-0pW8WOKRK4ZMlmjWDNPrZE_PGUqWyz3uPdrcXuwIEAjgY4Oh4tSxqcin_71zI08FszX1n_Ht4ox3qKYIOjTtDsRZ0WNft64QtdJjnr_GXCAg0pxFbnlOSEjQfBbO-cX/s320/IMG_3027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>If you have read very many of my winter posts you will most definately sense a theme... we were sick a lot! Anyhoo whether it was stress, the baby or just plain germy hands, i plan to do my part to make sure we are not sick that much ever again! So todays project was to visit the 99 cent sale at a local nursery and get some indoor plants. We have done A LOT of renovating in the last year including painting, redoing hardwood floors, and recarpeting, all of which release a good amount of fumes. To combat this i read that it is a good idea to have some indoor greenery. And if you have to have dirt in your house... you might as well make it cute :)<br />
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1. snuggles at bedtime<br />
2. I am always right according to elli<br />
3. I always get to hold the baby first after delivery<br />
4. I get the final decision on the baby's name cause MY signature is required on the certificate, lol<br />
5. I can rest assured the nearby train will never wake me up...<br />
6. although i get most of the puke, poop, snot, skinned knees and all over yucky messes... i also get the MOST and LONGEST hugs and kisses ;)<br />
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On a lighter note I went to the mall today :) And i would just like to give a shout out to all the ladies out there carrying huge purses that are stocked full of the necessary (and sometimes unnecessary items). Ladies that are constantly getting made fun of, but are constantly being asked if they might have what someone else needs because they forgot theirs at home :). yep that is me- extra diapers, wipes, band-aides, clothes, cortizone, afterbite, bug spray.... the list goes on. Yes i carry an overnight bag for a purse and my baby and quite possibly my four year old would fit inside together. It is a lot... but i have nice biceps :)Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-23986767424309162162011-06-18T19:58:00.000-07:002011-06-20T05:12:09.354-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbtRn_FsUHOX1gpL8TVE4FQxG_skN1c7XS0-URvmf4GrN_vTzo6KTvg0BVc7HqJSkrTO9XtsOoy0lm1WzOJ1PSxJyRuWsi7nEsVQobKsbHKbUDdKIVE09eqiWdaMCGNHEVCU5rAGLJxGz/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbtRn_FsUHOX1gpL8TVE4FQxG_skN1c7XS0-URvmf4GrN_vTzo6KTvg0BVc7HqJSkrTO9XtsOoy0lm1WzOJ1PSxJyRuWsi7nEsVQobKsbHKbUDdKIVE09eqiWdaMCGNHEVCU5rAGLJxGz/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" width="238" /></a></div>So today while i was feeding Micah I began reminiscing on all of the things that have happend in my life over the last few months. Let's just say there are quite a few not so great things that have happened to me. For some reason i found them quite hilarious today. <br />
Hope you giggle too :)<br />
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It is so funny how different my kids are, even as babies! Micah is so expressive! That is a nice way of saying he cries and cries but he also has such a sweet, easy smile. I always had to work for elli to smile but she was smart as a whip and always ahead of schedule while Micah me-aners along waiting for me to push him to try new things. They are so special.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSoZg02YCJ32x8Gf14hoohq3U6_m3Ts_oHuzVaox3SlN9HiSKbynQ1Eko8VKffQZYcDhPA06o1qM2lSffAQxL-OMtdz66RTAL7bMT8iqjWyWvl2aWmt8_V5_ycigyyskrKLD5Ok1rr5dz/s1600/ellimicah2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSoZg02YCJ32x8Gf14hoohq3U6_m3Ts_oHuzVaox3SlN9HiSKbynQ1Eko8VKffQZYcDhPA06o1qM2lSffAQxL-OMtdz66RTAL7bMT8iqjWyWvl2aWmt8_V5_ycigyyskrKLD5Ok1rr5dz/s320/ellimicah2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Micah is getting so big! Every time i hold him i just marvel at how he has grown and how fast time flies by. I love having a little girl and although i had no idea what i would "do" with a boy when we found out that micah was on his way, I really love having a sweet little man in my life too :)Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-3487280999767858842011-06-11T20:29:00.000-07:002011-06-11T20:29:52.518-07:00New things :)I have been keeping busy...<br />
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Lately i have been thinking a lot about mothering advice. Some of my friends are having their first babies and i just recently brought home my second, and let me tell you i will sit and listen intently to any advice anyone has to offer. Weather i try it or not ... it's a toss up :) and on that note i would like to introduce<br />
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ASHLEY'S LIST TO ENSURE THAT YOU WILL NOT GO CRAZY ONCE YOU BECOME A MOTHER...<br />
or ALTETYWNGCOYBAM (I like cloudy with a chance of meatballs )<br />
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1. If you are nursing always wear 2 shirts. I like to buy those spaghetti strap tanks and wear them under everything. That way when i am in public and need to nurse the top shirt pulls up, the spaghetti strap shirt goes down and my whole back and side isn't exposed for the whole world to gawk at.<br />
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2. keep a onesie, diaper and emergency wipes in the glove box! There is nothing that can ruin a day faster that a crying baby with poop all over him.<br />
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3. i know you are sleep deprived and the baby might cry, but for heaven's sakes take a shower before your husband gets home from work... yes that smell is you! (men scare easily take this into consideration if you ever want more children, lol)<br />
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4. buy the cheap clothes... kid's are messy. Like a food fight messy, only their food stains clothes more easily and if by some miracle you make it through a meal with a clean shirt don't worry their mustard poop will most likely show up on it later :)<br />
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5. relax, i think just about every mother comes home feeling overwhelmed and a little afraid they might do something monumentally stupid that would hurt their baby. Being concerned for their saftey is a good sign. Focus on loving that new little life and they will be safe. <br />
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6. if they aren't blue... they are breathing! Do not, i repeat Do not wake them just to make sure they are still alive<br />
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7. Call your momma, or another mother and just talk to someone! six weeks alone can really make you feel like a hermit and frankly a little depressed. <br />
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8. Do not sanitize your baby's pacifier with those anti bac hand sanitizers but do sanitize their hands (people have a tendency to know they shouldn't touch a baby's face but they constantly grab their hands and let me tell you baby hands are almost always in their mouths)<br />
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well that is all i can think of now! But i am sure that you guys have learned your own little trick along the way so please post your advise in the comments! <br />
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Night!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-83162455884227348162011-04-02T19:01:00.000-07:002011-04-02T19:01:35.160-07:00Honest to God TruthI love it when people are completely transparent. I guess some people think that it is weird or maybe rude to always tell the honest to God truth all the time but i think it is refreshing :) i would also like to point out that a soft answer turns away wrath, so check your heart if people respond to you in anger when you tell them the truth... from the heart, the mouth speaketh!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-61883729024469862272011-04-01T20:20:00.000-07:002011-04-02T18:19:03.951-07:00You never kick the ball with your toes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVqx3x_kVzCWVql2FgTNX8rEr6rP7jAX3BZGPWXDH8CbPat6yfsZlxc2Yf9iG_kU2qkXdUdOp9PI2KM6lT_YMubbyuJPxn1Jc9IbbdZOudd0CPSpqf34t2iawR9oSha2Mw9jCbhpClEZd/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVqx3x_kVzCWVql2FgTNX8rEr6rP7jAX3BZGPWXDH8CbPat6yfsZlxc2Yf9iG_kU2qkXdUdOp9PI2KM6lT_YMubbyuJPxn1Jc9IbbdZOudd0CPSpqf34t2iawR9oSha2Mw9jCbhpClEZd/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriWc-Sj9N2oo1Wc2jCdBLwXvWVM97oYmPuOqhzNAcCYdkhcj4jSYbfA9dRPG7dkLc6Pp4lPmeAsNHWuholrxpEdcz-hYSvQKSXvJRKxwcmLNd3Z2DNgvNdwRwI0Ti0PxX7dzI5jH2yZWF/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriWc-Sj9N2oo1Wc2jCdBLwXvWVM97oYmPuOqhzNAcCYdkhcj4jSYbfA9dRPG7dkLc6Pp4lPmeAsNHWuholrxpEdcz-hYSvQKSXvJRKxwcmLNd3Z2DNgvNdwRwI0Ti0PxX7dzI5jH2yZWF/s200/IMG_1519.JPG" width="148" /></a>It was the Saturday before last. A day that will live on in infamy... at least in my immediate family. I will never live it down. After hitting the avalanche, having the flu, losing my milk and having a "discussion" with my hubby ( you know the kind you have about the same thing like 1000 times, lol) I had a minor melt down... a temper tantrum if you will. I kicked the wall (yes the kids were in asleep in bed thank God). Turns out my walls are made of plaster cement and the only other thing i have ever kicked is a soccerball. Both of these factors plus the sheer force of my frustration led to 2 broken bones in my right foot. <br />
Today my daughter sweetly told me she hopes i get a new bone soon :)<br />
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I love my familyAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-33676227837738065552011-03-18T19:42:00.000-07:002011-03-18T19:42:17.101-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjf97e1qp1666qXGPv6z3ANlXOt38fdOW75f7Y564hESfneQHeMRIlFWYI5MZdcCdm434RzUmaxw8Cb-hgb63fk546O2CuzePcGux9GHwYDew0gVLPYTMIelX2lI_cc8Nz0vJCKnT9GZc/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjf97e1qp1666qXGPv6z3ANlXOt38fdOW75f7Y564hESfneQHeMRIlFWYI5MZdcCdm434RzUmaxw8Cb-hgb63fk546O2CuzePcGux9GHwYDew0gVLPYTMIelX2lI_cc8Nz0vJCKnT9GZc/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I just have to say there is nothing more heart warming than the sound of a softly snoring child ( or loudly...considering all the colds from this winter, lol) on your shoulder. God has been so good to send me these two marvelous little blessings. I am enjoying my snuggle time again.Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-22748677044694959072011-03-17T21:44:00.000-07:002011-03-17T21:47:29.391-07:00the good from the badSince it is late let's just make a list, shall we?<br />
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</div><div>The Bad... dun dun dun!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60SvtQtEeF0mqx15HhwxlYSd8x-aYPsbClceHWYEFU88bxlNCTp_LQEVjhusB-09YAKkH6e996Svpv-u1woSV3DQ7feWnrGIYv7QU41Nmwx1AZwT1Zcq8gN_2wzGz0Mhg0E_xwg63ohgK/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60SvtQtEeF0mqx15HhwxlYSd8x-aYPsbClceHWYEFU88bxlNCTp_LQEVjhusB-09YAKkH6e996Svpv-u1woSV3DQ7feWnrGIYv7QU41Nmwx1AZwT1Zcq8gN_2wzGz0Mhg0E_xwg63ohgK/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" width="320" /></a>1. nauseous most of monday and tuesday</div><div>2. got pregnancy test tuesday</div><div>3. Hit a glisteningly new avalanche in the parking lot of the pharmacy (yes it was parked, lol, there were of course extenuating circumstances)</div><div>4. h.h. police department hit up my phone</div><div>5. 5:00 tuesday the puking began...</div><div>6. and didn't end until late wednesday night</div><div>7. had to formula feed little man due to my inability to eat or drink= no milk</div><div><br />
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</div><div>And then there was ... The good!</div><div>1. The test was negative... let's just say i am more than ready to wait a while before i see that second pink line, lol!</div><div>2. The officer was super nice assuring mr. avalanche that hit and run's do not usually leave apology notes with names and numbers :)</div><div>3. I actually managed to squeeze in a play date this week for elli (during the nauseous stage of the week)</div><div>4. my stomach has returned to it's previous stage of simply feeling sick and not actually getting sick :)</div><div>5. i ate today... a little and my milk is returning!</div><div>6. i realized how much i love to snuggle elli at bedtime and kiss all over micah's cheeks. Can't wait to relieve daddy of those duties!<br />
7. My friend Sarah had a beautiful baby boy with very squeezable cheeks:) love you Sarah!</div><div><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMswQZujIdFZJLaun7uFToxttgGTu0R9psGSImwLscgzcLzMBR93lkYg8kNI5FWWuWrxGUA7p-gWA6fN-pUl2gIxAjmzr51c0B9RlChkOsDV_WzVYgafZvl35JYtlYBZH9BM181jajhG3q/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"></span></a></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-84618099434949540332011-02-25T20:30:00.000-08:002011-02-25T20:30:02.588-08:00Just to make you smile :)I am soooo sleepy so i will be short today! I was sitting beside my beautiful little girl, nursing little man and watching tv. I was into this awesome DIY show when Elli starts poking me "mommy, mommy it's doing that thing." I look down to see my son looking up at me mouth wide open and milk spraying his face and my daughter's leg, lol! Hope my little disaster made you smile :)Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-66547831514991337182011-02-19T20:12:00.000-08:002011-02-19T20:12:32.532-08:00Smile... It will make you feel better!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAv2f5EtOr-1fx83Lk1YXU1sp7m1zaO4z0LrArdYo-En5xF6XKIYY1zJ_CiT9CUgDUZ8ZS1CN9d1eKykeQr13vtPKQGH9W4RPSk9-myJeoWiWmIwPvyBSrHQBXDh0DyzN39Wmwm8RW7Q5e/s1600/IMG_0877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAv2f5EtOr-1fx83Lk1YXU1sp7m1zaO4z0LrArdYo-En5xF6XKIYY1zJ_CiT9CUgDUZ8ZS1CN9d1eKykeQr13vtPKQGH9W4RPSk9-myJeoWiWmIwPvyBSrHQBXDh0DyzN39Wmwm8RW7Q5e/s200/IMG_0877.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Micah has a mohawk! Not on purpose but still it is there. It is getting more pronounced as he loses that little ring of hair where he rubs his head while he plays! Personally I think it is adorable. My brother keeps saying he will bring the mousse to make it stick straight up (as it is a little curly natural, lol). <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbk5DN8XqySjK3d4OowJaaleJ783D1r13-fhmqx-3T31e4N6Olm0l5-AvnzmI-ad-qRuH61ePSltoDxooV6b6W44lVvAinG40yIiGxq4MnabsDdb5_jb8iSPlxCy94FHKDVBxeiFlcOExy/s1600/IMG_0946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbk5DN8XqySjK3d4OowJaaleJ783D1r13-fhmqx-3T31e4N6Olm0l5-AvnzmI-ad-qRuH61ePSltoDxooV6b6W44lVvAinG40yIiGxq4MnabsDdb5_jb8iSPlxCy94FHKDVBxeiFlcOExy/s200/IMG_0946.JPG" width="148" /></a>I said i would post some pics of the awesome fabric i got at joannes but there is just a slight glitch in my plan! I am not sure i like the fabric together and one fabric has since become my lampshade fabric. I do promise to post pics soon though of the lamps and the pillows (even the ones i decided were ugly, lol).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMjR7dLsQsWWwfAwkJSD9GbXf-bCwEb8nZz8GZ3ZcU5NrbltLoi4Kh_T4Bfpmnw5dagme52p8xz-5Z0-JilcRwmS84uNjD-HQtJZY8NfXKlFsf_trT92DiahveJYXxQlOji1ul1dAcoKrq/s1600/IMG_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMjR7dLsQsWWwfAwkJSD9GbXf-bCwEb8nZz8GZ3ZcU5NrbltLoi4Kh_T4Bfpmnw5dagme52p8xz-5Z0-JilcRwmS84uNjD-HQtJZY8NfXKlFsf_trT92DiahveJYXxQlOji1ul1dAcoKrq/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" width="238" /></a>He is feeling better now, mostly. I am really reluctant to take him back out into the germy world now! Friday night was a little stressful. I could hear every breath he was taking. So we have been home for SEVERAL days and i get a little stir crazy, just ask my momma- i think i called her at least 6 times one day, lol! While i was being held captive by my house i made a chair slipcover, ice cream cookies (for my little singers in children's church), throw pillows and lots of cute pics of the kiddies that i hung in my room! I am so productive when i get bored, lol. <br />
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In an effort to help Micah recover ( he is still pretty congested and coughing but getting better), my family skipped church to hang out with my parents and aunt that was in town :)<br />
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We even got to visit joanne's (while micah slept). Love, love, love that place! I picked some really awesome fabric for throw pillows that i will post tomorrow ( i am just too lazy and it is too late to go get the usb to hook you guys up, lol). And speaking of posting pics, i made some really cute ice cream cookie sandwiches for our children's church valentines banquet that i will post pics of!<br />
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night all!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-71810474156305753352011-02-08T19:35:00.000-08:002011-02-08T19:35:39.577-08:00Disaster ... and not so DisastrousHere's the short list<br />
Disaster:<br />
elli and her ear infection (seriously we are getting no sleep here. And by "we" i mean me.)<br />
me crying on the stairs while Micah wails in his crib (which elli sleeps soundly through, amazingly enough)<br />
Micah has now started coughing too<br />
flower frame = broken :(<br />
no ink for photo printing ( I know, i'm a little bit of a drama queen but come on... i hate when that happens!)<br />
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Micah cried himself to sleep ( I have regained my sanity) and is now sleeping in his crib (fingers crossed) at night!<br />
Made some pretty delish chili, salmon and cookies ( all of which my super picky hubby complimented :)<br />
spray painted a million frames to hang (which have been sitting around annoying me for months on end)<br />
finally made a chair cover for my super ugly(and super cheap) desk chair<br />
Hubby bought a new printer and INK! <br />
repainting two unbroken flower frames to hang with some frames<br />
rearranged some furniture :)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PhnwmD6MtZ-WlnBUuo52iUAS9mIyUMCaE5b4mja2s4fPIZP4hka4jY_HOe8yi6HE9EPIefW3eaAgmcIOe7_0nzYgSDRZMQy2QKMH3N88o5LzwFfW5RFCcNq5CmkbaYDW7nWUGGGh43lL/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PhnwmD6MtZ-WlnBUuo52iUAS9mIyUMCaE5b4mja2s4fPIZP4hka4jY_HOe8yi6HE9EPIefW3eaAgmcIOe7_0nzYgSDRZMQy2QKMH3N88o5LzwFfW5RFCcNq5CmkbaYDW7nWUGGGh43lL/s200/IMG_0658.JPG" width="200" /></a>I am a chronic furniture re-arranger. Some people make fun of me, lol. I love the way it feels when i can walk into a room and it just feels different just because i moved the furniture. It gives you a new perspective like using shuffle on your scrabble tiles. You still have the same letters but shuffling them helps you see a word you might not have seen otherwise. I have been called weird a time or two :). <br />
I tried a recipe this week! Well two actually but i only took pics of one. Here it is: tarragon pecan salmon ( find the recipe at Bhg.com)<br />
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I am at my momma's house now. Shortly after i was married, my mother, father and little brother moved from the city/suburb house my older brother and i grew up in to another house in the country. Even though it is a different house i still feel so at home here :). Nothing is better than the love of a momma. Elli, Micah and I are camping out here tonight. Call me crazy but it is a little hard to sleep knowing those low branches are hovering over my house. My husband is guarding the castle and caring for the animals (we have 2 boxers).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayZh8qzWBt9QM7C-scHzoLr21QDB-cqods5DhxdZ4xPeksvqlfY3M53lm4nUg8HQuvFYgyl-apAkJTh6A5B8pwkFx-4Z7-AW5plg9gVUxQMrWCAp1843-sElkn1KYwdR0ZwGE1VBGrrGJ/s1600/mama+and+elli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayZh8qzWBt9QM7C-scHzoLr21QDB-cqods5DhxdZ4xPeksvqlfY3M53lm4nUg8HQuvFYgyl-apAkJTh6A5B8pwkFx-4Z7-AW5plg9gVUxQMrWCAp1843-sElkn1KYwdR0ZwGE1VBGrrGJ/s200/mama+and+elli.jpg" width="200" /></a>I love my momma. I always knew she loved me. I was always reluctant to leave her when i went to visit my Dad. It wasn't really a reflection on him, i just always pictured her at home lonely and missing us. Now that I am older i realize she was probably having the time of her life: eating ice cream with no one to share with, painting her nails ( and actually letting them dry before someone asked her to do something), watching whatever tv show her heart desired, getting some alone time with my other dad ;), and possibly even sleeping in on Saturdays. In fact i mentioned once, to my mother in law, that i had these fears for my mom every time i left her. She replied "your momma was having a good time while you were gone". <br />
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Bedtime is a battle here( at my mom's), well even at home it is a battle, lol. Elli is so wound up from ice cream (her dad said it was the cure for the common cold... did i mention elli has a cold), the excitement of a sleep over and all the fun she had playing with my little brother. My brother (well half brother) is 7. There are 19 years between us. It is an interesting relationship that i will probably blog about later ;) Anyhoo, back to bedtime. Elli is a chronic staller. "Momma i need a snack." "Can we watch a movie?" "Mommy, 2 books not 1 please." "I need another drink please." The Husband is much better at bedtime than I. I would like to think that i am just kind hearted... i want elli to go to bed with sweet dreams, not lonely tears. Really i think i might just be a push over, lol. It is getting more and more difficult to be patient with the current bedtime routine now that the baby is here. I want her to have nice bedtime memories like i have. In an attempt to cut back on bedtime stress we are starting an 8:30 bedtime routine with a bath before. Wish me luck! I'll let you know who wins the battle :)Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-5436194873151148252011-01-31T20:37:00.000-08:002011-02-02T07:57:54.087-08:00Save the snowman!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmwVj2FPflssuuvJhaNPobSrrfCS5xPNUtp10QQIaEdWWHTDOYJ3sZ2-Ee4id-1zoyFfU0OhNmzMIY6ySVSnLf7XdL5CCvWq38OhnJmZ4sUKrsUYWnMFW_UMbgML6NldcHvx3_JwK33d2/s1600/IMG_1126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmwVj2FPflssuuvJhaNPobSrrfCS5xPNUtp10QQIaEdWWHTDOYJ3sZ2-Ee4id-1zoyFfU0OhNmzMIY6ySVSnLf7XdL5CCvWq38OhnJmZ4sUKrsUYWnMFW_UMbgML6NldcHvx3_JwK33d2/s320/IMG_1126.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are supposed to have an ice storm. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband went to the grocery just in case. Blah blah blah! I hate that you really never can tell if you will get these storms or not. I hate going to the grocery when it is packed! When i was younger and child free i would take my ipod to the grocery and totally ignore everyone and everything. It was actually relaxing for me (probably not for everyone else in my aisle who had to endure my nonstop singing to songs they could not hear, lol). It is no longer relaxing. I couldn't bring myself to headphone it even when elli was only a few months and practically slept through our shopping. It felt like i was ignoring her presence... it just felt wrong. Now if i can concentrate long enough to buy the right spaghetti sauce i pat myself on the back! So as i said, my husband went to the grocery today on his way home from work. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I greatly appreciated it :)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I love these pictures of my little girl last winter in the snow! We haven't been out in the snow much this year, although there has been a lot actually. The baby is so small it is hard to take him out for long and i worry he will get cold despite the huge snow suit we have for him. Elli asks constantly to play outside and my response lately is "maybe saturday" (my hubby will be there to help, lol). Now you can fully understand why she was so happy to go to the Y. We did make a snowman this year :). My husband went out after he got off work (in the dark, lol) to make a snowman with our daughter :). My love for him grew that day! That is just so sweet. After about an hour he came inside stomping his feet, with a red faced but smiling elli on his heels! He looked at me and said "do you know how to make a snowman?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fYV2e9kYWsP4KrNsGPIbPVYr5liMoZoNgllNcppTMW8nmZ44apwZjNLv2dkP4vdMgex_U9vF1JFzlmRsbnFzokUYtzWfmLeT7arp7N4APbXz4Ea70L00DZbIAUBpSLdlBuauJM58CQFD/s1600/IMG_1125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fYV2e9kYWsP4KrNsGPIbPVYr5liMoZoNgllNcppTMW8nmZ44apwZjNLv2dkP4vdMgex_U9vF1JFzlmRsbnFzokUYtzWfmLeT7arp7N4APbXz4Ea70L00DZbIAUBpSLdlBuauJM58CQFD/s200/IMG_1125.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkL4g4026DLRla8lyRmD7BgvHeOrdECFCXd8YXYlVHb9XLV9qtkQnFIJWUEXwm_cH6k-saZEFWEitdboCz4_BdW7exrGXsniR2lgLQqzID6lbMaaI2xpnV2hR5ur12_Ry_Y8BNNZ8Gc1ns/s1600/IMG_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkL4g4026DLRla8lyRmD7BgvHeOrdECFCXd8YXYlVHb9XLV9qtkQnFIJWUEXwm_cH6k-saZEFWEitdboCz4_BdW7exrGXsniR2lgLQqzID6lbMaaI2xpnV2hR5ur12_Ry_Y8BNNZ8Gc1ns/s200/IMG_1122.JPG" width="150" /></a><br />
<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_287544132"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LdEVktV2p2orQsec2z8D9aQmP1hNm3RhsmcdruzVD9GY3KdAIx-8A38N0yXSGYoTgR-IBfsm_jgPOY-wxu8N962fau2SKhZ7sVpylZQFQW-se4AGpolBDbhyj0F_KdGo-HfCYOxV56IN/s200/IMG_1129.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;">It was hilarious! My husband is from Arizona! I looked out in the yard where he and my daughter had been snow shoveling the yard into a huge heap. I handed him the baby, donned my coat and gloves to go out and save our snowman! Bless his heart, the snow was the most awful snow to make a snowman. It was soft and not at all wet. Elli and i carved out a round bottom and middle from the huge pile of snow in the middle of the yard. I had to scrape snow from the street to make the start of the ball for the snowman's head. After trying several different object for the facial characteristics we ended up with a tinsel mouth a carrot nose and grape eyes, lol!</span><br />
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There are so many things on my mind today. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSRRtnGer3CpdYA9TCn1UikbYU29lWq3D57yuNWo6MQz2l9jVRfhzXSvpv0qRbtT9RvV2l0LEXWhHGdR-rMC2YIN-3EXjqWO0tiIoTz7DbTlhnJk2dCfVTFHMCQC6vKNAcvU2pH0fcE4Y/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSRRtnGer3CpdYA9TCn1UikbYU29lWq3D57yuNWo6MQz2l9jVRfhzXSvpv0qRbtT9RvV2l0LEXWhHGdR-rMC2YIN-3EXjqWO0tiIoTz7DbTlhnJk2dCfVTFHMCQC6vKNAcvU2pH0fcE4Y/s200/IMG_0428.JPG" width="148" /></a>I come from a divorced family. That is to say my biological Dad and Mom haven't been married since i was almost one i believe. My mom married this really good guy when i was 3 and ever since he has been my Dad too. I love them both, my Dads. I am rambling a little i know lol. My stepdad seems really gruff on the surface. People mistake him for someone who really doesn't care enough, i know i have a time or two. But this simply isn't the case. I think he cares so much that sometimes things are tearing him up inside and he just doesn't know what to do, or really can't do anything to fix the situation (which is especially hard for him since he is a little bit of a control freak, lol), so he gets mad. Mad at the world, his lack of ability to change things and the people who keep hurting him or his family, however well meaning they are:(. He was hurting this week. I just wanted to say to blogland out there that even though he is misunderstood often and a little gruff at times, that i love him and that he has been an excellent father to me when he didn't have to be. He will always be my Dad too and i hope that his heart heals soon.<br />
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I have decided to try a new recipe every week. I will take a picture of the finished product. If you like to laugh, you should seriously check in to see them. I am not a good cook... really. I am more of an enthusiastic burner :)Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-6131737708828288182011-01-29T12:31:00.000-08:002011-01-30T19:39:28.051-08:00Fun Projects!!!<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really like to paint. Mostly acrylics because, lets face it they are the most forgiving. Pretty much you can cover any mistake you make. Don't like the color- cover it with another, his head looks more like a pumpkin-add a little here and shave a little there and presto he has a perfectly angular jawline and piercing brown eyes. :) My brother gave me this huge canvas that he had painted red for an accent piece in a former apartment. I had been waiting for inspiration to strike me as to what i should do with it when i came across this awesome blog, Under the Table and Dreaming <a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/">http://www.bystephanielynn.com/</a>. Follow this link <a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2010/01/pb-inspired-playroom-wall-art-numbers.html">www.bystephanielynn.com/2010/01/pb-inspired-playroom-wall-art-numbers.html</a> to a picture of a PotteryBarn piece of artwork that is the inspiration for my project today! Check out her blog for instructions on making something just as inspiring on a tad smaller scale. :)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the huge canvas painted white, cream and touches of brown.</div><br />
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<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband says i like to be busy. Maybe that is true :) but i like to think that i like renovating because i can see something beautiful in an object that everyone else has given up on. Anything can be beautiful. I think about people in the same manner. I don't give up very easily. I am currently trying to convince him to let me try a blue wash on one of our cabnients. he is not as enthusiastic about this as i am so we will just have to wait and see if he caves in or not.</div><br />
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Preparation took all day long, not to mention the baby was not really cooperating. And do you have any idea how hard it is to find infant swim trunks in the winter... not just swim trunks but infant swim trunks? Also unless i would like to be kicked out of the pool for orange poo floating around as we swim, i had to find swimmy diapers. Let me tell you neither was easy to find especially with elli in the back seat asking "how many more minutes mommy?" and did i mention little man isn't fond of his car seat, lol! I survived though, with a near meltdown in the locker room after swimming (mine not elli's, lol). I just have to say though, my daughter is an amazing little girl. By the time we reached the pool she had not had a nap and was visibly tired but through the whole ordeal she never lost her enthusiasm. Whether mommy was tired and crabby or micah was screaming... i would look back in the rearview mirror to see her smiling face! I hope i remember to tell her how special and inspiring she is to me so she grows up confident and just as happy as she was today!<br />
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Although today i really feel like i fell short, i pray everyday that i can be as great at being her mommy as she is at being my little girl :)Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-4905739874502176312011-01-28T18:15:00.000-08:002011-01-29T18:19:34.229-08:00I should know by now never to set a deadline, especially with a newborn. They just won't be ignored, lol! Take just now for instance, here i am trying to type and breastfeed at the same time. Yes i am super mom! Of course he loses his latch and i think okay i will help him get back on after i finish this sentence... yeah right! As i reach for the keyboard, in his fast-tempered way, he begins kicking my arm. Not the one time but over and over like he is saying "just try and ignore me, ha ha ha":) Just in case you were wondering, yes it is impossible to type with a newborn kicking your arm.<br />
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</div><div>Elli and i did manage to finish our flower mirror project yesterday. I did not manage to post it then, but as my momma always told me, better late than never! Here are the finished frames, sans mirror, painted cream and filled with my daughters artwork. Enjoy!</div><div><br />
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</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323024777441689866.post-67736209564120845112011-01-26T20:51:00.000-08:002011-01-26T21:21:56.602-08:00New Beginnings<strike><strike></strike></strike>I have no idea what i am doing... But it's fun!<br />
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When i was in 8th grade, before we could "graduate" to high school, we were required to fill out this career guide. In it you were supposed to choose 3 occupations that you would love to pursue. Mine were singing, writing and anchor woman( he he he, anchor woman, i know). I think i can cross anchor woman off the list! I am by no means eloquent and well... i'm extremely clumsy. I also really have a preference for days sans makeup, clad in blue jeans. I still do love to sing though, and do every other Sunday with an awesome group of kids that I lead in a children's choir. Then there is always the occasional lullaby for little man or princess, my two amazing kids! I really enjoy writing. I know, i know, there is a certain group of you out there audibly groaning, lol. Let me clarify this by saying i enjoy writing when it is something i would like to write about!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLt49AMXIL8CD3-REfSJFfOlK3ArhASZmOLpXz8XOd3-PlNYUTxkIBHZPQs8gKOy1qnm6wK8rm9fQ3UDAl018SeUniZhCH2ylvIP1mo77dL9ns6SdqOfLeMSGXz3JB0SgRr6e7AYzyDNF/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLt49AMXIL8CD3-REfSJFfOlK3ArhASZmOLpXz8XOd3-PlNYUTxkIBHZPQs8gKOy1qnm6wK8rm9fQ3UDAl018SeUniZhCH2ylvIP1mo77dL9ns6SdqOfLeMSGXz3JB0SgRr6e7AYzyDNF/s200/IMG_0614.JPG" width="148" /></a>In my frugalness i have started an awesome project for my little girl's room. We need pictures on our walls! Heck we need anything on our walls. It has been a year of renovating for the Denton family. Bathroom gut and redo.... check, buy and install new windows (18 windows! I would totally insert the knife stab or fingernail on the chalkboard noise if i could)... check, install carpet upstairs... check, rip out carpet and redo hardwood floors downstairs... check! You get the picture. So after extensive work on our home and the hustle and bustle of welcoming home our newborn, we haven't exactly made our new house very homey... yet. Since we budgeted money for reno but not for homey, you guys are in for some major frugal home decorating secrets! Yay! So i found these awesomely ugly flower mirrors (1$ each at a local dollar store) and have began to transform them into really cute picture frames for my daughter Elli's room. I will post the whole project tomorrow!<br />
Night!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06261724112778004267noreply@blogger.com0