tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39561851721113090942024-02-20T23:05:49.032-06:00Kaycee says...Full time working married mom of 3+bonus daughter, blogging about Life, Love, Lattes, and Lettuce...Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-25719182625129740122016-01-05T12:59:00.000-06:002016-01-05T13:29:10.890-06:0027 Weeks Pregnant Life is just too much fun and speeds by entirely too quickly for me to keep up with blogging, which makes me sad. I miss journaling my thoughts, but I thoroughly enjoy spending all of my free time (not working) with my girls! <br />
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We've had a wonderful holiday season and first half of school. I don't think I could find much to complain about even if I wanted to. <br />
Christmas was magical! The girls were very blessed this year and I'm so thankful we were able to have such a great day with family and each other. It's the first week back to work and I'm pouting about that a little. Don't get me wrong, I love my job and have been blessed in that department as well, but it's hard coming back after two weeks home with the kiddos!! They were VERY eager to get back to school though! I've never seen kids so excited to get back into the groove. #thankful. <br />
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I mostly wanted to document this pregnancy as I have with Carrah and JClaire's. I'm a little over half way through so I'm a bit behind, but I think this is when most of the "exciting" stuff happens anyway. I said 27 weeks pregnant, but I won't technically be 27 weeks until Friday so.. 26 + 4 days today. <br />
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Thus far, I've had every symptom known to man. In the beginning of the first trimester I was very sick! Everything made me gag. No food sounded remotely appealing to me, but now things are leveling out and I've packed on the weight (hooray!) Like I said, it has been the holidays and everyone knows how much food is around this time of year. <br />
But I made the goal/resolution/life change/etc.. whatever you want to call it on January 1 to get back to my clean eating habits, whether I'm pregnant or not. It's a great way to live and makes me feel like such a better version of myself! So far so good and I have more energy and all around in a better mood. <br />
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Our sweet baby girl is doing well and growing quickly, measuring right around 2lbs 2oz at our last ultrasound this past weekend. She is healthy and active! At this time, she is still head up so I'm praying she flips before labor time! All of my girls have been head down by this point so I'm a little concerned, but the Dr said she will not worry until around 37 weeks! <br />
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The ultrasound tech we saw said baby looks "small, but has good cheeks on her." She asked if my other girls were small at birth because Collins is measuring two days ahead of her due date, but she just looks "thin." meaning not a lot of fat, I assumed. I assured her the other girls were small, weighing 6.2, 7.4, and 5.15 respectively. I just think I'm too short (I dare not say "small" because I'm anything , but that) to carry large babies. I don't think they are capable of getting much bigger than 7lbs. <br />
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I also found out via the Glucose Tolerance test that I am hypoglycemic. Such a bummer! I am thankful it wasn't the oppsoite and me have Gestational Diabetes. I knew that I was feeling a bit off and lightheaded at times, dizzy, out of balance, but didn't think it could be due to that. The nurse told me to carry a snack with me at all times and eat every two hours. Great.... <br />
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Somewhere around the 9 week mark of this pregnancy, I thought I was going to make it. I had a burst of energy return and the nausea subsided, but then around 11 weeks it returned with a vengeance. </div>
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I've, for the past 5 days, been living on Banana Popsicles and frozen Powerade. Yum... </div>
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Today though, well last night even, I started to feel like myself again! I had a craving for Chicken N Dumplings!! I haven't eaten those in YEARS. Literally since I was about 12 years old. Plus, I have Celiacs which means no biscuits/dumplings for me. But my amazing husband, <em>because he is amazing</em>, managed to make (from scratch!) homemade <strong>GFree chicken and dumplings</strong>! It was the most delicious thing I've eaten in weeks! <span style="color: red;"><strong><3 him</strong></span>. </div>
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Back to this morning, COFFEE finally has become appealing again. After several weeks of gagging at the mere smell of anything coffee related, I woke up wanting some! NEEDING some! </div>
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I remembered I had a Starbucks gift card. {hooray!} So I stopped in on my way to work at got a Decaf Iced Americano with a pump of SF Caramel {and room} Room, ya know, to add Cocounut Milk once I got here! FABULOUS!! *Happy Dance* It's so tasty..and dairy free! </div>
Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-86326773466436655902015-09-16T21:33:00.001-05:002015-09-16T21:33:02.798-05:00OH Baby!<div style="text-align: center;">
Time has flown since school started. The girls are doing fantastic and loving every minute. </div>
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Cami has had the hardest time adjusting to fourth grade. I've had to send a few very "parental" emails to the teachers to get my point across about being involved with my daughter's studies. She began having overwhelming amounts of homework sent home as well as entirely too many tests per week. I mean one week, she had two sheets of homework per night, 25 spelling words to memorize, 25 vocabulary words, and 3 tests to take on Friday. I was livid! There was no communication and no organization. Thankfully, I got my point across to the teacher and she relayed my email to the principal who then emailed me himself! I was shocked and a little bit nervous to see that email sitting in my Inbox. But, it was all positive and very helpful information. Since then, there has been significantly less homework and half the weekly tests. They also changed the daily schedule from switching between four classes to two! I feel SO accomplished as a mom!! So thankful that I stood up and got involved. ;) </div>
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Carrah is beyond brilliant. She is a whiz kid and I'm so proud to be her mom. I literally never have trouble with her in school. She brings 100% home every single day and zooms through her books she has to read. I'm just amazed with her thirst for knowledge. Love love love it! </div>
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JClaire is obsessed with PreK. The kid thinks she is a senior in high school and she prances around talking about her friends every day. I'm thankful that she is adjusting so well to only be four years old. I was so worried that she would cry and throw fits about being away from her beloved baby sitter, but she has proven me wrong. We are still working on her learning to write her name, but at least she is recognizing more letters now which is a plus. </div>
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We're having a BABY!! I'm beyond ecstatic to be saying this right now. This has been a few months in the making and honestly I was to the point I did not think I was able to have any more kids. Jake even took a fertility test for men to see if he was the issue. We decided it was a God thing and we needed to focus more on Him and devote our life more to Him and in His time, it would happen. And it seems we were right! As soon as we "gave up" trying and accepted our family as it is, Wha - La! I ended up pregnant! We are both over the moon and could not feel more blessed! I'm so thankful for the life that I'm blessed to be living currently and can't wait to see where our future takes us. </div>
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Right now, I'll be 11 weeks tomorrow. We've had our first appointment and the baby is perfect! Heartbeat is 165 beats per minute and measuring right on track. It was love at first sight all over again seeing my wiggly baby bean! </div>
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Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-85780063929264859572015-08-21T11:32:00.002-05:002015-08-21T11:32:11.100-05:00First Day of School - Monday 8.17<div style="text-align: center;">
This is the most exciting , overwhelming, anticipated day of the year (other than Christmas) I have such great kids who love school and eagerly wake up to get back into the groove. </div>
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We've talked about the impending first day so much in the past few weeks so I feel like they were truly prepared. Even Jaci Claire was beyond ready to get there and be in big girl school for the first time. </div>
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Honestly, I had stayed up so late Sunday night getting everything ready and prepared that we did not have to wake up super early like I had originally planned. All of their clothes were laid out for the entire week, lunches packed, backpacks hung on the hangers ready to go, etc.. Literally, all they had to do was wake up, get their clothes on and wait for me to fix their hair. It went so smoothly, in fact, that we were the FIRST ones in the drop off line. <strong>Mom score!</strong></div>
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Since it was the first day, I parked and walked the girls to their classrooms. JClaire ran immediately to her seat and was ready for the day. Her teachers gave her a hug and she could not have been more thrilled to meet and greet all of the other students walking in. She waved "Bye!" to me like it was no big deal at all. </div>
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:( That is the worst feeling as a parent, knowing that you inadvertently made your child feel sad and less important than her siblings. Made me nauseous! But later that night, she forgave me and told me it was OK and she had a fantastic day regardless of the anxious morning. </div>
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It is now Friday and we nearly made it completing an entire week; however, Carrah and Cami both got a Stomach Bug and had to miss a day of school. They both woke up vomitting. Pretty sad that school JUST started and they already caught something. Boo! Everyone is feeling better now, though, and we're prepared for this school year! </div>
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This past week was the busiest yet! Two cheer practices, PreK and 1st Grade Open House on Tuesday night, then 4th grade (MIDDLE SCHOOL) Open House on Thursday night, which, by the way, was two hours long.{oy vey!} We rotated classes like the kids will be doing. It was very informational and I think it's a great idea. It'll keep them from getting bored and in a learning rut. I just pray the homework isn't too overwhelming!</div>
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The girls also went to Vacation Bible School at some friends of ours' church. They had a wonderful time! It's one of the few times that all three of the girls enjoyed doing the same thing!</div>
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This open house was a booger! Cami loved it and was thrilled to see all of her friends in one place again, but switching four classes was chaos for a bunch of fourth graders. All of the teachers had different rules, lessons, assignments, etc.. I pray that it flows smoothly and we do not have drama!</div>
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Carrah turned 6 last year <span style="font-size: x-small;">{it's nearly her birthday again!}</span> and we celebrated at a local Pumpkin Patch since she has a Fall birthday! She is a Minecraft girl, so of course, we had to find everything Minecraft themed for her special day.</div>
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Then came Cami's birthday. She turned 9!! The last year before double digits. This made me a bit emotional. She's getting so big, birthdays are becoming less fun for ME! She doesn't want all of the fru fru glitzy decorations. She'd rather just have fun with her friends. <br />However, she did give me a theme to work with. She wanted school colors and chevron! DONE! She had a pool party since she is a summer baby!</div>
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For my tiny baby's birthday, it had to be Peppa Pig! This is basically all we get to watch in our house. Peppa Pig dominates..and this little girl runs the house. JClaire turned 4 years old! We had a backyard BBQ and swimming party at our house for her celebration. </div>
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My mom helped me make the decorations extra special for this birthday. It was a Pinterest kind of birthday party!</div>
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Birthdays are always a ton of fun in our family! I procrastinate and wait until the last minute to plan things and get things together, but once I start, I am in full force mode to get it all finished and looking amazing! Can't wait to see what the girls choose for their next birthdays. </div>
Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-31612307553749811402015-08-10T11:17:00.005-05:002015-08-10T11:17:50.406-05:00Who gets sick.. <strong>in the dead of summer?!</strong> <br />
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Oh.. this girl, that's who. It never fails. Life gets chaotic, we all get busy, I gear up to be super mom, then BAM! I get hit, head on, with stupid sickness. <br />It came out of nowhere too. Runny nose, sneezing like crazy, face and ear pain, exhaustion... It sounds like severe allergies or a sinus infection, but it feels like death! Perhaps I'm being a whiny baby, but I do not have time for this mess. <br />
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I somehow managed to crawl out of bed and make it into work this morning, but I can barely function. Everyone is trying to be very empathetic. They're staying about 10 feet from my desk, but asking <em>"Are you making it over there..?"</em><br />I finally took the hint and made a Dr's appointment. Lord willing, medication will do the trick!! It better because I'm having to miss our monthly meeting at Copelands!Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-50087214988170341272015-08-07T13:07:00.001-05:002015-08-07T13:13:43.275-05:00Busy Season - School, Cheer, and the Like<div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: small/normal verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
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This year, all three of my girls will be in school{plus Braylee}. <br />
That means 3x the school supplies, 3x the school clothes(!), 3x the Open House, 3x the first day of school, 3x the enrichment fees, 3x everything that is chaos, plus Cami's 2x/week cheer practices, soon to be football games, and all of the extras!</div>
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This week alone, we have had 2 cheer practices, 3 nights of VBS for all of the girls, and Cheer Orientation. <br />
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We turned in our raffle money and received Cami's uniform and Cheer Bow, just to turn around and be told that they were ordering a warm up suit(pants and jacket) to go over their uniforms. It's not mandatory that each girl have one and you also have the option to just buy the jacket or just buy the pants. That fun little outfit is $65. Of course I'm not going to be the evil mother whose child is the only one not getting a warm up, so there's that... Thankfully, though, they're offering a car wash for the kids to participate in to raise money for their warm ups.{We're TOTALLY in on that!} </div>
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Next week, Cami has practie Monday and Tuesday, Tuesday also happens to be Carrah and JClaire's open house, then Thursday is Cami's open house. There, not only will we meet one teacher for my fourth grade child, but also, meet THREE other teachers and ROTATE classes like she will be doing all school year. Yes, I said that. Fourth graders are now in middle school and have an uber strict dress code and rotate classes. Never in my life did I think I would witness these kinds of rules from our tiny town and school district. The same school that had 56 kids in my graduating class. ;) I'm not complaining, though. Really, I'm not. It is a great thing to teach them early and to have a dress code for everyone to be held accountable... <em>it's just really hard to find shorts the correct length for a long legged 9 year old!</em> Oy vey!</div>
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The following week <strong>SCHOOL STARTS</strong>! Ensue all of the more chaos that comes along with that. J-O-Y! Love my babies though and they're #worthit </div>
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<br />Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-34556742564720528322015-08-04T12:48:00.001-05:002015-08-04T12:48:12.858-05:00Tax Free WeekendIt's no surprise that as a woman I am obsessed with shopping. <br />
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Growing up, I loathed the days that I had to spend with my parents at the mall, at the supermarket, at any store that required me walking around for hours on end. But now, I become giddy with excitement everytime I receive an email showing SALES of any kind. <br />
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This past weekend, I took the girls to pick out their school supplies and we took complete advantage of tax free weekend! It was like a mini version of Black Friday. The aisles were jam packed and people were downright rude when you had to squeeze past them to grab a package of pencils or if you took a little too long to find the folder with pockets and prongs<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">!{I don't even want to talk about the school supply list...}</span></em><br />
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But at the end of the day, we came out with a TON of new supplies at a very good price! I think our overall total was about $38. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Not including backpacks and lunchboxes. I purchased those a couple weeks ago on sale at The Children's Place)</span> <br />
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The girls also got haircuts and new shoes! Woo Hoo! We all felt very accomplished. <br />
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Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-50141189371587151852015-07-30T11:14:00.000-05:002015-07-30T11:19:56.186-05:00Updates with TONS of pictures - Summer 2015 I miss writing. Journaling my thoughts. Recording the girls' successes and achievments. <br />
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Today is July 30th, 2015. 16...SIXTEEN... months since my last blog post. What a shame. So much has happened in that time span. <br />
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I am nearing 29. I am now married {for almost a year} to my childhood friend who happens to be the most amazing man I've ever met in my life! He has a daughter who is 6 years old, so I've gained a bonus daughter. My girls are 9. 6, and 4! I can't even believe that time has flown by so quickly. They are my world. I'm obsessed with them. They make my life worth waking up every single morning. I've been working with same company for nearly two years and I've grown to become a manager of my department. I could not be more blessed than I am right now. Everything I've ever struggled with has lead me to this point in my life and I'm beyond thankful and owe it all to God. <br />
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My husband and I both feel that God brought us together for a purpose. We've focused our marriage and relationship and our relationship with our girls on God and building a future following Him. I'm so blessed that Jake was put into my life because he is truly the leader of our household and I need his balance in my life. <br />
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Cami is going into the fourth grade this year. That in itself is mind blowing to me, but the real kicker is that her school has 4th grade in "Middle School!" What is that about?! I can't even deal... She is definitely going through the pre teen emotions. She likes boys. iPhones, Music. Dancing. Cheering, etc.. Her cheer practices start soon and she could not be more excited!<br />
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Carrah is going in to the first grade. My sweet girl. Kindergarten flew by and it makes me sad! She is so loved at school by her peers and her teachers! She is night and day different than Cami. She does not like sports. She does not like to wear shorts or athletic clothes...she is a dress and skirt kind of girl. She also enjoys Minecraft, American Girl Dolls, and anything technology related. <br />
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JClaire, my tiny baby, starts PreK this year! An all day PreK at the girls school. Its unreal to think that she is old enough to start "school!" She is a great mixture of her sisters. She enjoys babies, babies, and more babies! The girl is like a carbon copy of her babysitter. Lol! She has sass and attitude like Cami, but a gentle heart and compassion like Carrah. <br />
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Braylee is my step daughter. She and Carrah are only two months apart, but she tends to play with Cami more. She is an only child {until now, of course} so she likes the grown up play more than the creative, imaginative play. She'll be going into first grade as well. She enjoys drawing, coloring, watching the Disney channel , and playing outside. </div>
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All in all, life is pretty fantastic right now. I hope to continue to record my thoughts here so that I can go back and read about it later like I have with my past blogs. <br />
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<br />Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-2656611101406980422014-03-19T08:59:00.000-05:002014-03-19T08:59:09.935-05:00Happenings<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Whew...</em></strong> <br />
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I have been so insanely busy the past couple of weeks. I feel like the holiday stress returned for some odd reason. I think I've put most of the stress on myself though. Since January 1st, I've been pushing myself to work out hardcore and eat extremely "clean" and it's just taken up a lot of my time. But I do thoroughly enjoy it. It's my <strong><em>"ME time"</em></strong> and happy peaceful place. <br />
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Other than my me time, the girls obviously keep me busy! CDC is doing cheer now and she is in loooove with it! She's really good at it too! We've tried Softball and Basketball and Girl Scouts and none of that clicked with her, but this seems to be different and she really enjoys it. It's also a good motivator for doing good in school! <strong>She brought home a 100% + bonus question</strong> on her last spelling test! Woop!! </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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Last night, we bought the movie <strong>Frozen</strong>! I think everyone in America bought it according to all of the pictures on Facebook and Instagram. It's such a great Disney movie. I'm really proud of Disney for that one! <br />
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My baby baby, JClaire went to bed at 5:45 last night and slept ALL NIGHT! She missed dinner and never made a peep. It kind of worried me and I went in to check on her about 10pm, but she was fine...just very tired. Her babysitter said she did not nap so that explains it. I just hate when that happens because she needs to eat and keep on her regular routine schedule. Oh well, she was chipper this morning and scarfed down a whole pop tart</span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> {that's what she wanted! Don't judge me...mornings are rough!}</span><br /></div>
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Let's see what else I can ramble about... I had a girls night on Sunday with some of my high school classmates to plan our ten year high school reunion! Craziness!!! Time FLIES by in a flash. We had such a great time catching up and planning things. We're shooting for about six months out and I hope it turns out epic! </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Monday was the great Dr. Seuss' birthday!</strong> What a cool dude he was. I'm obsessed with his creative books, cooky rhymes, and unique characters. </div>
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CDC's school was celebrating Dr. Seuss' birthday by letting the kids dress up as a character from one of his books. They were supposed to dress up on Monday, but guess what? We were out of school Monday and Tuesday due to a <strong>horrific ICE storm</strong>. Yes ICE, remember we never get snow... So, all of us parents agreed we would send our kids to school dressed up on Wednesday. We spent money on their outfits and the kids were excited about their costumes all weekend, so we figured it couldn't hurt to send them dressed up on Wed. :) </div>
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<strong>My girl chose Cindy Lou</strong> Who, whom I absolutely adore! She's precious and <strong>CDC made the PERFECT little Who!</strong> </div>
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I used a red curtain that I found on sale at Target for her cape. They were two for $4.98 on the sale rack! Heck yeah. I don't know that I will use the curtains in my home, but hey, I have the option if I ever decide to. And for her hair, I sectioned off the top part from the bottom, then sectioned that into 3 smaller sections and teased it to the moon, then I put a small sippy cup(the bottom part) in between the sections of hair. Then, pulled the hair up and around the cup and secured with a pony tail holder. I wanted to curl the remaining pieces at the top, but I ran out of time, so I looped them around and secured into place with bobby pins. And for the bottom, I parted and braided each side with a pipe cleaner tied in to help the braids stand up. Then pinned them to her head. </div>
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CDC was so giddy and LOVED her hair! I think she and all of her friends had a great day. :)</div>
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<strong>Dark Chocolate Almond Milk and Plain Greek Yogurt</strong> with fresh strawberries, dark Chocolate chips and a drizzle of honey! </div>
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Ohmigosh, <strong><em>the almond milk is divine</em></strong>! I am absolutely obsessed with this stuff! Literally, I drink it at breakfast, after diner and for a snack. Sigh... It's ridiculously addictive. And the yogurt isn't bad itself, but I'm not as partial to it. I could live without it, buuut I'm not gonna because it makes for a perfect treat. </div>
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I've been eating really clean and healthy and kicking my own a$$ working out and finally feeling some progress. I haven't weighed myself<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (because I just can't go there),</span> but I can tell my clothes are fitting better and my overall muscle tone is changing.<strong><em> I love seeing results!</em></strong> :)</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's kind of a big deal right now. We haven't seen Disney Princess success in the theaters like this since the classics, such as Aladdin and Beauty and the Beast. And that was when I was just a child! I'm all for it. I love Disney movies and everything Princess. I think they give children and especially little girls such confidence and the ability to dream as big as the sky! My CRC is epitome of a Disney Princess fanatic and lover. She thinks she IS a "True Princess" and loves all things girly, magical, glittery, sparkly, etc... She makes my inner child and my imagination come to life just watching her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This post though is not meant to be all about the movie Frozen, but rather about the title track "Let it Go." I am a grown adult and this song hits home for me. To children, it's an awesome, catchy, stuck-in-your-head kind of tune, but to me, the words mean much more.</span><br />
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Don't let them in, don't let them see.<br />
Be the good girl you always have to be.<br />
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.</span></em><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Let it go, let it go!<br />
Can't hold it back any more.<br />
Let it go, let it go!<br />
Turn away and slam the door.<br />
I don't care what they're going to say.<br />
Let the storm rage on.<br />
The cold never bothered me anyway</span></em><br />
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My power flurries through the air into the ground.<br />
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around<br />
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast<br />
I'm never going back; the past is in the past!</span></em><br />
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And I'll rise like the break of dawn.<br />
Let it go, let it go<br />
That perfect girl is gone<br />
Here I stand, in the light of day.</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That's not the entire song, but it's those few verses and, of course, the chorus that spoke to me. I may be interpreting it incorrectly, but I think that is the beauty of music, everyone can interpret something completely different and unique to themselves and it can still be correct. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To me, this song... these verses, the chorus, speaks to me in that, I find myself trying to be so perfect on the outside. I try so hard to be the image that I think people expect of me. I want to look picture perfect at all times, I want my house to be squeaky, spotless clean, I want my children to be Beaver Cleaver beautiful children with the best manners. I want to do every Pinterest project and recipe that I Pin to ensure that I am the number 1, best, most awesome mom, {wife}, and overall woman. Ultimately, those feelings lead to failure. I can never be perfect at every thing, but by darn, I try...and in turn, I end up trying too hard. It's never going to happen. So this song, to me, lets me know that it is OK to "Let it Go." It's OK to just be me and love being<em> just me</em>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have more fun on the days that I know nobody is watching and nobody is comparing notes. I love the days when I can just sit in the floor with my kids and make a huge mess in our pajamas and messy hair and no one will ever see or judge us. My house may not be clean, my hair may look like a train wreck, and my kids may have sticky, ice cream faces, but in those moments, I smile because I was able to "Let it Go" and just be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">The snow glows white on the mountain tonight<br />Not a footprint to be seen<br />A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the Queen<br />The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside<br />Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I've tried<br /><br />Don’t let them in, don’t let them see<br />Be the good girl you always have to be<br />Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know<br />Well now they know<br /><br />Let it go, let it go<br />Can’t hold it back anymore<br />Let it go, let it go<br />Turn away and slam the door<br />I don’t care<br />What they’re going to say<br />Let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway<br /><br />It’s funny how some distance<br />Makes everything seem small<br />And the fears that once controlled me<br />Can’t get to me at all<br /><br />It’s time to see what I can do<br />To test the limits and break through<br />No right, no wrong, no rules for me<br />I’m free<br /><br />Let it go, let it go<br />I am one with the wind and sky<br />Let it go, let it go<br />You’ll never see me cry<br />Here I stand<br />And here I stay<br />Let the storm rage on<br /><br />My power flurries through the air into the ground<br />My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around<br />And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast<br />I’m never going back,<br />The past is in the past<br /><br />Let it go, let it go<br />And I'll rise like the break of dawn<br />Let it go, let it go<br />That perfect girl is gone<br />Here I stand in the light of day<br />Let the storm rage on,<br />The cold never bothered me anyway </span></em></span>
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<strong>I saw this on Pinterest and fell in love with it.</strong></div>
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Just want to take a moment to shout <strong><em>"I'M BLONDE AGAIN!!"</em></strong> Hooray!!! </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nearly four years agoI never would have imagined my life with a third child. But, God had other plans for me. She was destined to be my baby. I'm absolutely positive of that fact. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This little girl has brought so much happiness to my world. She is the epitome of the "baby" sister. Her big sisters adore her and they loved her from the instant they saw her, as did I. She brings out the best in everyone! Of course she is full of sass and can give you some pretty diva-esque looks, but for the most part she is calm, lovable, and eager to learn and just be happy and make sure everyone around her is happy. If she happens to walk out of the room after sitting with you, she will look at you with eyes wide open, full of concern and say </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You see, my parents got divorced when I was only four years old and no I'm not asking for a pity party because I too got divorced when my kids were young, but the difference is that I chose to live with my dad because my mom just wasn't in the right place in her life to raise me. So, at four years old, my dad who really didn't have a domestic bone in his body had to learn how to care for a prechooler. I will say he tried, but I was doing my own hair and picking out my own clothes when by the second week because he just couldn't. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nutrition was not an important topic in my house. I think the staples of all of our meals were Mac N Cheese and Fried Okra. Literally, I probably ate it 3x/week. IF we were not eating those things, we were at my grandparents eating "Fried Taters" and Fried Catfish with homemade cornbread smothered in butter OR at Waffle House eating Patty Melts with Scattered, Smothered, and Chunked HashBrowns. Oh and let us not forget the daily trips to Taco Bell for a Nachos Bell Grande and the late afternoon visits to The Tasty Freeze for Ice Cream Sundaes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I grew up in a fairly large school. I played softball and excelled at it. It was my thing and it got me in the "cool crowd," but I was still slightly outside the cool crowd circle. Some of them whispered about me and made jokes about my weight. They'd do mean things in class just to embarrass me. I remember the feeling of my face burning crimson red from the embarrassment. It was terrible. I couldn't take it anymore and my dad agreed to move us to a smaller school when i was 14. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I remained very unhealthy until I was 19 years old and found out I was pregnant with CDC. I knew at that time, I had to be healthy for another life and I immediately stopped. I gained 42lbs when I was pregnant with her and I was miserable. I knew that I had done the right thing for my baby, but at the same time I completely let myself go. If I would have stopped with the eating disorder, but still maintained a healthy diet and exercise, it would have been a different story, but I didn't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fast forward past all of my child bearing years to today. I am 27 years old. It has been 12 years since I first started dealing with an eating disorder and sadly, I am still struggling today. No one knew. No one knows. I still battle myself every single day. Throughout my pregnancies and for short whiles after, I was fine and my brain was healthy, but slowly but surely after each baby and especailly now since not being pregnant for four years, I struggle. It's like a constant fear of being that "fat kid" again. Even though, I KNOW I need to be healthy and do things the healthy way, it's like my brain won't connect to that rationalization. So many times, I think I have it under control, but then I lapse again. It's so frustrating and I can't tell anyone because they don't get it and they blame me and become angry with me and I don't want to put anyone else through that. It's not their fault. It's my fault for not dealing with whatever emotion and/or memories I have from my childhood. I know I am not that child anymore. I've grown up. I've accomplished a lot and I have kids who need me to be healthy and they need a good self image to look up to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I will say that eating "Clean" and working out 4x/week has drastically improved the way I think about food and my body. I've never felt healthier in my life. I do not feel guilty and bloated after eating a meal. I'm proud of my meal preps that I do on Sunday evenings and I want to prove that I can be in control and I can be healthy and happy regardless of my weight/size. I want to prove it to myself more than anything! And, I will. That's my giant goal this year. Be healthy and happy, no matter my weight or size.</span></span>Kayceehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379883344252749966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956185172111309094.post-46092179170026459222014-02-24T09:48:00.004-06:002015-08-07T15:26:07.843-05:00Zoo Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: small;">We took our time and visited ALL of the exhibits. The penguins are still a favorite among my girls. They are the newest animal exhibit to our zoo and they are precious! You can actually see them swimming under water. We also saw the new Elephants, one of which who was from a circus and had a star branded on his bottom. That made me sad, but at least I know he's being better cared for at our zoo now. Another favorite is the Tiger because he/she? just paces back and forth in his cage looking at everyone. He looks like he is about to pounce at any minute. This time, he kept moaning and making crazy growl noises. We weren't sure if he was hungry or just "talking" to be talking.. Haha! </span></div>
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My girl played beginner basketball this year and her team ended up winning second place! Woo hoo! They did not have enough girls sign up, so she had to play on a boy/girl team. That was very unfortunate because the boys were all a lot more athletic and agressive than the girls, so she and the other girls took turns each quarter sitting the bench. </div>
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This wasn't my lunch today, but it was last week :) I forgot to post the picture and since I was sick, I've been eating like crap! All kinds of junk food.. BLAH! But I got back to working out hardcore last night and my eating today hasn't been too terribly bad. I hope that I can get fully back on track tomorrow. </div>
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Okay, I lied in a previous post about Valentine's Day. I said I didn't like it. It wasn't a big deal in our house. Etc.. I must have been having a Debbie Downer Day because that is not the case.<strong><em> I LOVE Valentine's Day!</em></strong> Especially for the girls sake. I was looking back at past Valentine's and I always go all out for them. It's so fun to look back and compare not only their gifts, but also themselves growing! This year, they all received a stuffed animal, a heart shaped box of chocolates, a VDay heart necklace, an oversized pencil, and a heart tube of M&M's <span style="font-size: x-small;">{Skittles for CRC, who prefers them to M&M's}</span></div>
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My tiny baby girl was the only one home this morning because the big girls spent the night with their dad. But <strong>she LOVED her Valentine's</strong>. She was all smiles and snuggled her Puppy Dog the entire car ride to the babysitter. She could have been overly happy because I let her eat her M&M's for breakfast. <strong><em>Hey, VDay only comes once a year!</em></strong> *wink*</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{Look at that pony tail!! Her hair is getting so long! *sniffle*}</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{and then there is this face... haha! Silly head}</span></div>
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This beauty is my <strong>Valentine's Box for WORK</strong>! Yes, i am a grown woman with a big girl corporate job working at our Headquarters, but guess what... We are having a <strong>VDay Box contest and a Chili Cook off! Woo Woo!</strong> I'm all about some competition. When I heard it was a contest, I was in it to win it! Now, my box isn't that snazzy pizazzy, but it did take some time and craft skills and I'm pretty proud of it. It's precious!<br />
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My sweet sweet daddy who is under the weather at the moment with Shingles :( left me a Valentine in my mailbox! I came home from work on Thursday to see this. Love him! He always does special things for me for Vday.</div>
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Both of my big girls had their Valentine's party at school yesterday {Thursday} the 13th. This is one of the only things I do not like about working. I hate missing my kids' parties. I always loved when my parents came to mine as a child and I hate being that parent that works non stop and can never make it. But, I'm thankful that my ex mother in law can go and take pictures for me. I truly appreciate it. My girls had a blast and they got tons of Valentine's and goodies. </div>
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And here is me sporting my red on this awesome Valentine's day 2014! I'm ready for my date night with my boo. He did not tell me where we are going, just gave me instructions on what to and what not to wear...</div>
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