tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75635449305409926672024-03-05T18:10:15.555-08:00The Tormey TribeLife at our house can get a little crazy... but it's always filled with lots of love.Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-71434281576784717402011-11-22T08:16:00.000-08:002011-11-22T08:16:09.496-08:00Emma's Novembers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Emmy, This is our 5th November together and I couldn't be more proud to be your mommy. I love you Mimi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Love, Mama</div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-26246210558092275732011-11-21T09:48:00.000-08:002011-11-21T09:48:43.762-08:00Max - Month by MonthI can't even believe that my sweet baby boy is almost 17 months old. It really blows my mind how fast time flies. Max is the sweetest baby...and I'm so lucky to call him my son. Some of his most recent words and phrases are "Jakie" (his Uncle Jake), "Mo Mum-Mums" (more num-nums), "Bo-Bo-Bo" (ho ho ho). His favorite words are definitely still up, Emma, Elmo, Daddy, Mama, and Doggy. He has started putting 2 and 3 word sentences together and my most favorite recent achievement of Max's is that he HUMS the song "Elmo's World". He is really mesmerized by music and if he is wound up a song can calm him down. He is consitantly taking 10-12 steps at a time! I love you Mr. McGhee.<br />
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Here's his picture timeline.<br />
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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4qhtFG11X99ioCLHCPqHldmAF-hdBKkj1Wx90VGmeeU0ECDjwdSSsU06If4PZWssx9wzWNMvFyiLSi_-pwQd1JW_3o2UHrN0eC2xN7S4mnUhxU-1t9iA1HEdMpuNJxXuLowmpO6HZ14/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> One Month</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUK_vDN8fnDUduQsmvCo_kZ6FNmJ47NJ979MtilHLP982h3uDn7s6btPX1DnzC8ytDhWyqBpdeIpJywDr-oRSRAM4-9ryIsi2IKCL8ysoKbiaczSns1rSbM-DeVHZcBIbcZlDxK-y27rU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUK_vDN8fnDUduQsmvCo_kZ6FNmJ47NJ979MtilHLP982h3uDn7s6btPX1DnzC8ytDhWyqBpdeIpJywDr-oRSRAM4-9ryIsi2IKCL8ysoKbiaczSns1rSbM-DeVHZcBIbcZlDxK-y27rU/s320/2.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Two Months</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMk1c4DjTl88vOaojK8oMg-jm37JZxe1jCvUUS_FDJmIvhUr-LLDbLuH4wlxDEbyhnQhjkoeibwkqI1HggubJNbHqthX9mjfyKqcwyAVJwat5vLCWzs4KZNyE8CNnCofRCrO2EUt06Ss/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZMk1c4DjTl88vOaojK8oMg-jm37JZxe1jCvUUS_FDJmIvhUr-LLDbLuH4wlxDEbyhnQhjkoeibwkqI1HggubJNbHqthX9mjfyKqcwyAVJwat5vLCWzs4KZNyE8CNnCofRCrO2EUt06Ss/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Three Months</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoX9w6F-vco-h-zcDAPaEq_LxAKcth8SlnuLV94Y-OVU0rd1qkJhfbrvolSQ1JzqSQJyDfXwlm4Qsqvmy6GLZy4pW8VpNBAzA6ojZlktT8t2VWBPbp1ZwooT1cbhdqi81srZdNr8uc_8/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoX9w6F-vco-h-zcDAPaEq_LxAKcth8SlnuLV94Y-OVU0rd1qkJhfbrvolSQ1JzqSQJyDfXwlm4Qsqvmy6GLZy4pW8VpNBAzA6ojZlktT8t2VWBPbp1ZwooT1cbhdqi81srZdNr8uc_8/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Four Months</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDOMmN9xMaqSrMrCt0UfVivlHg9emtxKGwaLAQpq4b8e_YSa6Dg-5uDmc3FcHL_Fi_jf6d-PxG1eClOHRVhXGNlE4a5O3rq-EEY1mEXFRZsZclMiztmWwA0Li18eWCdSuGuD0MUbV2dWI/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDOMmN9xMaqSrMrCt0UfVivlHg9emtxKGwaLAQpq4b8e_YSa6Dg-5uDmc3FcHL_Fi_jf6d-PxG1eClOHRVhXGNlE4a5O3rq-EEY1mEXFRZsZclMiztmWwA0Li18eWCdSuGuD0MUbV2dWI/s320/5.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Five Months</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love you sweet boy. Please stop growing up so fast!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-38271241941127114692011-11-02T11:55:00.000-07:002011-11-02T11:55:19.540-07:00Look in to their EYES!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My father died very suddenly when I was 15. It was tragic and unexpected. The hardest thing for me is that my children will never know him. They will never know someone who influenced me and shaped me and helped me the person and mother I am today. They will never experience his hands on type of love. They will never get to walk along the rail road tracks with him in the fall, or fish with him in the summer. They will never be able to hear his infectious laugh. One of my biggest fears is that I will forget...I hope that I am able to keep him alive by teaching my children who he was and how he lived his life. He had a spirit about him, he was happy, he was contagiously silly, he loved with all of his heart and I still miss him every day of my life.<br />
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God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change…<br />
Courage to change the things I can<br />
And Wisdom to know the difference…<br />
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xoxo <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-70042973556268601482010-11-15T11:24:00.001-08:002010-11-15T11:24:07.076-08:00My Review of Graco ComfortSport Convertible Car Seat - Amour<div class="hreview"><div class="item"><p><a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4043717">Originally submitted at Toys R Us</a></p><div><img src="http://images.powerreviews.com/images_products/09/13/7692232_100.jpg" class="photo" align="left" style="margin: 0 0.5em 0 0"><p style="margin-top:0">This ultra-versatile Graco ComfortSport Convertible Car Seat in Amour can be used rear-facing for infants from 5 to 30 pounds, and then forward-facing as a toddler seat for children 20 to 40 pounds. With a five-point, front-adjust harness, EPS, energy absorbing foam, removable head pillow, and a ha... </p></div><a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4043717" style="display: none;" class="url fn"><span class="fn">Graco ComfortSport Convertible Car Seat - Amour</span></a></div><br clear="left"><p><strong class="summary">Weight Limit is a Problem.</strong></p><div>By <strong>Emma's Mom</strong> from <strong>Madison, WI</strong> on <strong><abbr title="20101115T1200-0800" class="dtreviewed" style="border: none; text-decoration: none;">11/15/2010</abbr></strong></div><p><div style="margin: 0.5em 0; height: 15px; width: 83px; background-image: url(http://images.powerreviews.com/images_merchants/stars/10141_stars_small.gif); background-position: 0px -108px;" class="prStars prStarsSmall"> </div></p><div style="display: none"><span class="rating">3</span>out of 5</div><p><strong>Pros: </strong>Stylish, Easy to install, Easy to Clean</p><p><strong>Cons: </strong>Difficult To Adjust, Weight limit</p><p><strong>Best Uses: </strong>Infants</p><p><strong>Describe Yourself: </strong>Parent of Two or More Children</p><p style="margin-top:1em" class="description">This carseat is awful cute and I think thats why I bought it. But now that my daughter is 37 lbs I need a new one!</p><p style="margin-top:0.5em">(<a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license">legalese</a>)</p></div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-34936668966611677902010-11-09T12:11:00.000-08:002010-11-09T12:11:19.739-08:00Halloween in Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHPSw1bYllIoHJPHAnATCkRVu26ZtoR0Oddpdih1htW_ynmzdfXUPgjkfGRPlGenCiD74GlUNcM4rPRbRKkLZrhr2y61-zsWiaFVvkzPfNcxvkW094xzcjjngpq_UcqI747wVqyUWyNk/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHPSw1bYllIoHJPHAnATCkRVu26ZtoR0Oddpdih1htW_ynmzdfXUPgjkfGRPlGenCiD74GlUNcM4rPRbRKkLZrhr2y61-zsWiaFVvkzPfNcxvkW094xzcjjngpq_UcqI747wVqyUWyNk/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Emma, Max, and my cousins Nate and Caleb</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNU0F9dmm8dmzenJxVfyu8EFggjDftL5xqA1LSutGmr9-94uz9_VfnNK6uNLbHm3VVFnHfPhCrClaknjlnuRuvl3WLQNfCwnazSQI7HN5gSTgXT9BBXyLb8X2OIQrayHLVap-cSkbTYxI/s1600/4.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNU0F9dmm8dmzenJxVfyu8EFggjDftL5xqA1LSutGmr9-94uz9_VfnNK6uNLbHm3VVFnHfPhCrClaknjlnuRuvl3WLQNfCwnazSQI7HN5gSTgXT9BBXyLb8X2OIQrayHLVap-cSkbTYxI/s320/4.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-16030120734361193202010-11-09T11:58:00.000-08:002010-11-09T12:01:32.237-08:00There's Nothing Better....I'm not gonna lie. They are some days where I wish I could go back to the pre-kid, care-free days. When I didn't have to worry about anything to serious, and when everything was about me. Where spontenaity was common, and it didn't matter what time I came home, because I had no one to come home to!<br />
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It's hard for me to talk to my childless friends at times, because they just don't get it. They don't get that "No, I don't care that I never have any weekend plans", and "No, I don't care that I have to get up at 5:30 in the morning". It's hard for them to even relate to me at all at times or even me to relate to them!<br />
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There is nothing better in the world than being a mama! It's true. There is nothing better than waking up to a baby cooing in his bed, and a little girl saying, "I love you". Yesterday, when I came home from working, even before I came in the door, Emma ran up to me and said, "Mama, I made you a present". She brought to me what is now the best gift I have ever been given. It's a key chain and she beaded every single bead by herself. I couldn't be prouder or happier or luckier!<br />
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I can't believe my first baby is almost three years old! Time has never gone by quicker, and I really wish it would slow down. It seems like just yesterday when she was born! Emma was the most 'challenging' baby that I have ever come in contact with in my life! She cried about 60% of the day, refused to take a bottle, and would only sleep if mama was holding her. This lasted about 9 months of her life. Then she became a joyful, curious, opinionated, little toddler. I remember waiting for her to take her first steps. Month 12, 13 and 14 passed, and then finally at 15 months she RAN! Thats pretty typical of Emma, even now. Everything she does is with enthusiasm and energy. If she is happy, she is HAPPY, and if she is sad or mad, you KNOW it.<br />
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Now, at 2 and 3/4 years old, Emma is fluent in English. She speaks with the clairty of children several years older than her. She is beginning to recognize letters and numbers. She follows words with her finger when you are reading to her. She can count to 30, and knows her entire alphabet. She is the kindest and sweetest big sister to her brother, and affectionately calls him "Bubba". When he is crying she brings him his "Nukkie", or says "Mama, he needs a Ba." She tells us she loves us countless times a day. She worries about people. Matt's Mom had knee surgery last month, and she is constantly asking "How's you knee Nama", or "Be careful of you knee on the stairs, Nama." She remembers things. I'm beginning to realize that she's not a baby anymore and she's becoming a little girl!<br />
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I love you Emma. I'm so proud of you and so lucky to be your Mama. I'm so excited to continue to watch you learn and grow.<br />
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As a 27-year-old woman, I finally feel like I am beginning to know myself. There have been many, many joys and harships in life and these experiences are what have allowed me to finally accept and celebrate my assets and flaws, talents, struggles, strengths and weaknesses. <br />
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As a step-mother to you, a 13-year-old girl, I wish I could take this message and infuse it in your brain: JUST BE YOU. BE YOURSELF. YOU ARE WONDERFUL. YOU WILL STAND OUT. I PROMISE!<br />
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I want you to know that the most beautiful women, are the most confident. But not falsely confident. Not over the top. Not vain. Just confident. The women that I appreciate most in life, are not neccesarily the ones with the perfect waistline, or the best dye-job, but instead those who laugh, loudly. And sing at the top of their lungs. Those who freely compliment others, genuinely. The women who truly see the beauty in others and believe in the strength that is themselves.<br />
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I wish I knew how to help you get past all of the daily struggles that come with being 13. I wish you knew that the only reason any one says anything nasty about someone else is because they have confidence issues themselves. I wish there was a way to let you know that what seems important at 13, will not be important in the long run. Let the cruel words of others roll off your back girl, because thats all they are, words.<br />
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Hannah, please don't give away your power. Don't let someone take something from you that you don't want to give, don't let someone make you feel some way that you don't want to feel, don't let someone push you to do something you don't want to do. We all have a power within us that tells our heart and soul what is right for each of us...don't give this power away. Ever.<br />
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Hannah, I want you to know that as long as you are smiling you are beautiful. Clothes, make-up, hair do's don't make the girl. Smiles do! You have no idea how fabulous you are. But you are. You are fabulous. And when you are true to yourself, you will grow. No, you will soar. <br />
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SarahMatt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-37932852753383180092010-10-05T08:46:00.000-07:002010-10-05T08:52:02.503-07:00HannahEmmaMaxMy loves. There is a lot going on in our household lately. Here is a brief update of each of our kids.<br />
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Hannah Marie: Age 13 1/2, 8th grade.<br />
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Emma Rose: Age 2 3/4.<br />
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Max Roland: Age 3 months.<br />
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Max is seriously the best baby in the UNIVERSE! He hardly cries, which is a huge change from what I was used to with Miss Emma. He smiles all the time, and is starting to laugh! He rolls over from his tummy to his back already...which makes me a little nervous that he is going to be an early learner in regards to the physical. Emma was always advanced verbally, but didn't walk til she was almost 15 months old! I love this little guy so much and am so happy that he is a part of our family. I can't wait to see how he changes over the next year or so. He brings back my faith in babies! My sweet Max.<br />
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Well, I guess thats it. Toodles!Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-87010744043900878702010-10-04T08:59:00.000-07:002010-10-04T08:59:58.067-07:00Back to the BLOG!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, I have had a bit going on lately. Firstly, our 3rd child, Max, was born on 6/28/10. Easiest birth ever, easiest baby ever. Mama is very happy! I finally feel like our family is complete. I would ideally like Matt to get a vasectomy now, but he's not all for it. Prior to having Max, it felt like there was someone missing, and now our family feels perfect. We are so lucky and blessed and I couldn't ask for more.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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This past weekend I went to Eau Claire for UWEC's homecoming and my mini-bachelorette party. Our wedding reception is on the 15th and it was so great to see all of my ladies. It's so wonderful when we all get together because its like no time has passed at all and we haven't skipped a beat! I think that there are very few people who are lucky enough to have friendships like that, and I'm so happy I do. I can't wait to see them all next week for the PARTY!<br />
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Pregnancy: 37 weeks <br />
Weight Gain: 26 pounds total<br />
Sleep: Ha...whats that? I'm up every hour or so to pee, or my hips aching, or my back.<br />
Gender: BOY!!<br />
Name: Max, Lucas, Cameron, Jack, Miles or Clark...what do you think?<br />
Feeling: Ready. Anxious. Excited. Nervous. Miserable.<br />
Health: Everything is perfect. Baby Boy's heartbeat is back to normal, and I still have LOW blood pressure, we will see tomorrow if there is any 'progress'.<br />
Movement: Lots and lots. Its hard for me to believe he is actually head down because it feels like he is turning sommersaults inside my tum!<br />
Belly: BIG and still measuring 2 weeks ahead. At my last ultrasound at 35 weeks baby was already 7 lbs 8 oz which is bigger than Emma was at 39 weeks 5 days. Yikes.<br />
Next Appointment: Tomorrow June 9th, then Monday the 14th.Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-54285282247381000602010-05-15T08:38:00.000-07:002010-05-15T08:38:19.104-07:00Wow, it's been awhile!Wow, so its been awhile. I should probably be better at updating now since its slow again at work. I'll start with the major updates in our life.<br />
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#1. Matt and I got MARRIED - on April 21st, 2010. It was a small ceremony at the Wisconsin State Capitol with just our children and parents. It was perfect and there will be a reception to follow after baby is born.<br />
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That brings us to #2. Baby is a BOY, and he is due somewhere between June 25th and July 5th. My pregnancy has been a lot harder this time, both physically and emotionally. We discovered somewhere arond 28 weeks that baby has heart arrhythmia and we have had to undergo several tests to find out what is causing it. The good thing is that his heart is structurally fine, and blood flow to his body and organs is great. He still has the arrhythmia but they hope that it will go away by the time he is born. Everything else looks great. I'm incredibly sore, retaining water, and can't wait to meet my little guy. We still don't have a name, but the top runners are Max, Lucas, Cameron and Benjamin.<br />
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Well, thats all for now. I'll try to be better at this whole blogging thing.Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-22979320447903128602009-12-01T10:04:00.000-08:002009-12-01T10:04:35.258-08:00Engaged!Yes, you read that right. Matt and I are finally engaged! I know...I couldn't believe it either, and I am so happy!<br />
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On Sunday the 29th, Matt suspiciously took Emma shopping with him, and made it very clear that I couldn't go. It was strange. Very strange. But I knew he was up to something, and I was pretty sure that the something was going to buy an engagement ring (since there were big sales going on around Black Friday!). Well they weren't gone very long, and Matt came up with a story that Emma wanted to get out of her stroller, and how could he possibly shop with a crabby baby, and all he came home with was a Barnes and Noble membership card for Hannah. So I was kinda bummed, but this wasn't the first time that I suspected something to no avail!<br />
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But a few hours later, Matt took Emma down to the basement to change the laundry, and when they came up Emma was holding a little box! I was very surprised and instantly got teary eyed. Then Matt came over and got down on one knee and asked me if I would marry him. It was perfect and sweet and very 'us'. I of course said yes :). I loved how he involved Emma. It was wonderful.Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-1886072922187636752009-11-25T09:57:00.000-08:002009-11-25T09:57:12.308-08:00Thankfulness...Tomorrow is Thanksgiving....such a wonderful holiday, such a wonderful reminder. But to tell you the truth, I don't know why we need a National Holiday to remind us that we should be thankful for what we have and for those around us. I think that we all should be thankful everyday. My mom always tells me, when I'm feeling upset or down about something, that before bed each night we should think of all the things in our life that we are grateful for, and the things we are upset about will seem much less significant. She is a wise woman.<br />
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I think that our society has become consumer driven, selfish, and gluttonous. This holiday that is supposed to be about appreciating our family, our health, and what we have seems to have turned into a holiday that first results in people seeing how much they can eat, and then becomes a marker for the 'best shopping deals' of the year. <br />
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I am thankful, and I want those around me to realize how very lucky we are to just be able to be citizens of this wonderful country. We are able to sit down at a table filled with foods, while others in the world dig in dumpsters, and pray that somehow the water that they are drinking will not make them sick.<br />
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As a parent, I hope that I am able to instil thankfulness in my children. But living in America is hard. I lived overseas most of my childhood, in poor third-world countries, so I was able to learn how lucky I am to have food, shelter, clothing, and love, but sometimes I wonder how it is even possible to teach these virtues in a country that is so consumer driven, egocentric, and materialistic. But how can you blame Americans? We have never seen anything else. Maybe it should be a requirement in our schools to make it necessary to visit another place where water doesn't come out of the faucet clean and safe. I don't know and I am very worried.<br />
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I think this year we will start with something small...we will ring the bell for the salvation army. I think that we should all pay it forward this year...and good things will happen :)Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-88751807295083213512009-11-23T14:15:00.000-08:002009-11-23T14:15:00.313-08:00And baby makes...FIVE!?So, its official. Matt and I are going to be parents again, and Emma is going to be a big sister! We have known for sometime now, but were waiting for our first appt for the big announcement. We are very excited, but I think I am WAY more nervous this time around. With the first one, the only child I had to model a baby's behavior on, was my friend Caitlin's son, Dylan. Dylan was the most excellent baby of all time...he slept well, played well, never cried, took the boob, took the bottle, and was all around great. I thought all babies would be like Dylan...that was until...EMMA ROSE!<br />
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Emma was colicky, up all night, wouldnt take the bottle, and my God, I love that girl with all of my heart. I just don't know if my sanity can take another colicky baby! But I shouldn't worry, because there is NO WAY this one is going to be colicky...right? Ok good. Thats what I thought.<br />
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Our official due date is July 5th 2010, making me 8 weeks pregnant today. We had an ultrasound and saw the heartbeat on the screen today. It was wonderful. I do have a hematoma on my uterus that could cause some bleeding, but most are resolved on their own.<br />
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Well, thats today's news :)Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-79838522779818163222009-11-17T12:16:00.000-08:002009-11-17T12:16:58.642-08:00Our last 3 Novembers togetherMy sweet Emma Rose is getting so big!!<br />
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Now looking back at that plan, it's quite hilarious. I graduated college, got a job I hated, got knocked up, became a nanny, became a 'step-mom', became a mother, got a job that I am semi-secure in but have absolutely no prospect of advancement in, and went crazy. Notice how the whole 'get married' part was somehow lost in translation? And now there are things happening in my life that are going to alter the whole plan even more!<br />
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But you know what. Even though life didn't happen like I planned, I am so truly blessed. I have found out a lot about myself in these last few years. I met the love of my life, and although we aren't married, and I don't know when that is going to happen, I know that we ARE going to make it. I have a bonus child who is such a sweet and caring girl, and who I hope my own daughter grows up to be like. And best of all, I have a beautiful, sweet, caring, hilarious, spunky, silly and independent almost-two year old daughter, who is the light of my life and I couldn't imagine life without.<br />
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It hard to even think about what my life would be like right now if she hadn't been brought into the world. And when I think about what it would have been like, it makes me sad. Yes, I wouldn't have had sleepless nights, and months of a colicky baby girl pulling on my boobs. I wouldn't have permanent dark circles around my eyes from lack of sleep and sanity. My body perhaps wouldn't be as stretched and saggy. But I wouldn't have all the joy and love and happiness that being a mommy brings. I would never had learned what it feels like to rock a baby to sleep. I wouldn't know how amazing an open-mouth kiss is from your one year old. I wouldn't know how proud it feels to see your child take their first steps. It is the hardest, yet most rewarding thing that ANYONE will ever do in their lives...and I recommend it to everyone :)Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-16825137657292687562009-11-04T07:57:00.000-08:002009-11-04T07:57:38.396-08:00Trick or Treat (at a glance!)Here are a few pics from Halloween!<br />
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My brother Jake and I are 11 years apart. Which is only 3 years different from the age difference between Hannah and I. Technically Hannah could be my sister. And if she was my sister, I could act more like I act when I'm around my siblings with her, but I can't because she is not my sister - she is my step-child - and apparently its not acceptable to punch your children when they are acting like idiots. (which I so do with my brother).<br />
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So, needless to say, being a parent-figure to a 12 year old is sometimes very difficult for me. I love Hannah like she is my own child, but technically she couldn't even be my own child, so I think my brain is having a hard time distinguishing the difference between her and my 15 year old brother. :)<br />
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For example: Since becoming a mother, I've developed a new habit: Cleaning. I guess its a good idea to maintain a sanitary and tidy environment for your children to avoid germs, tripping hazards, and laziness. Well, this new habit has been a long time in the running. I was the girl who used to let my dog lick off my plates and sleep in my bed. I only did laundry if absolutely necessary and thought it perfectly acceptable to throw all colors of clothing in the same load. Who cares if they were ruined? Perfect excuse to go shopping, right? So, back to the story. Every single day, while I'm 'enjoying' my cleaning, it seems that I find nasty, smelly, sweaty, balled-up, pink-toed socks on the living room floor. SERIOUSLY. I'm not even exaggerating. And time after time I have requested that the socks be picked up, and they eventually are. But they always end up back in the same spot the next day. It's seriously enough to make me go mad. I'm not even kidding. And these are the times that I have to try my hardest to remember, that Hannah, who is only 3 years younger than my brother, is not my sibling, and its not ok to go right over to her and punch her in the arm as hard as I possible can and yell, "GOD DAMMIT PICK UP THOSE NASTY SOCKS".<br />
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Haha...It sounds really funny right now, but its not. And its hard. And I'm doing my best. Hannah is such a sweet, smart, caring and all around great kid. I hope I don't mess her up too much.Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-22746212641123273552009-10-27T10:27:00.000-07:002009-10-27T10:56:48.862-07:00Terrific Tuesday :)It's Tuesday. A terrific Tuesday actually. Matt and I had a really great conversation about certain things that are definitely going to change our lives. And I can't wait. I also can't tell...but you will find out. Hopefully sooner than later.<br />
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Emma was the funniest little thing last night. Matt said that when he picked her up from his mom's. She was running around the house, screaming "running, running, running." Our little ball of energy and spunk. When Matt brought her home, she was the same way. Crazy, funny, and smiley. It's hard to believe that she was our colicky, crying, baby. <br />
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I'm so glad all of that is over. I love Miss Emma Rose so much, and its hard to believe that she is the same baby that would cry for hours on end, that I would have to rock/bounce to sleep every day, that would only accept being put down if it was in her swing, and that was just sometimes. Poor sweet girl. <br />
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She is now a full blown toddler. Mastering more and more phrases each day. When we 'read' books, I will ask her where the tree, or the flower, or the moon is, and she will reply "right there". She also asks questions such as, "Where dadya go?" or "Scoutie, I dunno?". She is becoming very particular with what she likes to wear. Most days we must have "tiiiights", and "bows" (for her hair), and she is choosy about what shoes she wears, as well as her coat. She is independent, which is great, most of the time. And she knows what she likes. Which I admire...most of the time. The only problem is when her independence and preferences go against what Momma or Dadya know whats best. :)<br />
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Being a mom is the best. I love it. I can't wait for more :)Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-55657436297648936362009-10-26T12:49:00.000-07:002009-10-26T12:49:05.289-07:00Our life in PICTURES...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBa4bZSJpjwkFtgP9lwVbC8d2reVOKPxcvJFTh6A1j5qP3tTCLUTTyE4Ux51F99WB8O2LewfDK2iONTU4GOLd7vsD-xljAWIWxNepWXPo5UDp4Wv0w25zt1FOyu22_CgDfl2iBLFo728/s1600-h/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBa4bZSJpjwkFtgP9lwVbC8d2reVOKPxcvJFTh6A1j5qP3tTCLUTTyE4Ux51F99WB8O2LewfDK2iONTU4GOLd7vsD-xljAWIWxNepWXPo5UDp4Wv0w25zt1FOyu22_CgDfl2iBLFo728/s320/blog1.jpg" vr="true" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_QYqjUgJAMl4v28dOQDWsPfHQt5lwOQpWc_jMZ6v0jTudqpy_g5as8pHyG_KUwoGpScD3wNuv_oOWqHz22_cv-EX5P2c46W-mxla8GiBBhjiCs1r4rdMZcbGTJuhXRvxPUnqJY6VNg4/s1600-h/blog5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX_QYqjUgJAMl4v28dOQDWsPfHQt5lwOQpWc_jMZ6v0jTudqpy_g5as8pHyG_KUwoGpScD3wNuv_oOWqHz22_cv-EX5P2c46W-mxla8GiBBhjiCs1r4rdMZcbGTJuhXRvxPUnqJY6VNg4/s400/blog5.bmp" vr="true" /></a><br />
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</div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-86256779570934297622009-10-26T12:33:00.000-07:002009-10-26T12:33:57.987-07:00Monday Musings.So its Monday. Yes, it is Monday again. I wish it was Friday, but I guess I shouldn't be wishing away 5/7th's of my life. I'm so excited for Halloween with the kids this weekend. Hannah and Emma each have the CUTEST costumes.<br />
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Emma is a PINK MONSTER:<br />
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This year we are going on the annual Halloween Parade through Matt's sisters neighborhood. It is the best place to go trick or treating. Middle-class neighborhood with LOTS and LOTS of kids! Our crew is usually quite the group. This year its our family (Matt and I, Emma the monster and Hannah the vampiress), Matt's mom, brother in law and 4 kids (Grace - Hannah Montana, Quinn - "Dude", Claire and Tessa - Ladybugs), my mom,my aunt and her 2 kids (Nate - still uncertain at this point, and Caleb - "Rock Star"). It should be a good time, and I can't wait for Hannah's 'haul'. (There's a reason to put the candy on top of the fridge and only allow 2 pieces/day - and the reason is MOM AND DAD's enjoyment of the holiday as well. Matt and I like to pick all of the good stuff out first!)<br />
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Speaking of candy. I seriously need to lay off. Fat is not hot, and I'm getting there. My 'fat pants' are even getting too tight. I don't know if my body is trying to 'store up for winter', or I'm just that big of a pig, but I seriously CAN'T STOP EATING. <br />
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Wait...maybe my pants are shrinking and my scale is a LIAR!!!!!! <br />
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I'm going to blame the media on this one. Seriously. Is it really necessary to have 3 Culver's commercials per every episode of "enter favorite show here". Shouldn't they know that American's are weak, and advertisements like this are going to make more and more of us end up so fat that we can't even get out of our beds...seriously. I need to stop, or this could be me. I need to exercise. And I need to start eating healthy. ( and I hate exercise, and I hate eating healthy). <br />
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Wow. Halloween, could not come at a WORSE time this year. Wonderful. :)Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-71287440773836595332009-06-07T08:22:00.000-07:002009-06-07T08:32:05.188-07:00Tantrums, baseball, and summertime.Tantrums... yes. Our daughter who is not even 2 yet, is the master of the tantrum. This just started a few weeks ago, and she has been having up to 4 a day. She screams at the top of her lungs, arches her back, head dives backwards onto the floor, rolls around, cries, yells. Sometimes they are pretty entertaining. I guess the best method to stop these tantrums is the 'ignore it' method, but to me it seems like she is getting more worked up when we don't acknowledge her. I guess this is just the first step :)<br /><br />On another note, Hannah started swimming on the Monona Swim and Dive team. She has already had 2 weeks of swimming after school from 5-630 and so far we think she really likes it. Its every day all summer for 1.5 hours, and then meets are on the weekends!<br /><br />Matt is finally done with baseball and with that I hope that normality can return in our house? Now what I am most worried about is when school is out. It's going to be great to have him home all the time, but I'm worried that he is going to go crazy. I'm also kind of worried that there will be too much TV watching and not enough outside time. I'm ALSO worried that he will start to resent me and the kids from being home too much. I suggested that he take one day a week to himself and send Emma to daycare still, but he didn't like that idea. We will see how it goes. I am really lucky to be with a teacher who can stay home in the summer, but I just hope he doesn't go crazy with the kids all the time. And I hope I don't expect too much.<br /><br />Well I guess thats all for today. I need to write in here more often, but I forget! Plus, some things just seem insignificant, but I should remember that this is a way to document the girls growing up!Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563544930540992667.post-30387213147604377922009-05-14T11:55:00.000-07:002009-06-07T08:32:55.502-07:00Hannah turns 12!How fitting that this is my first blog. Hannah Marie turns 12 tomorrow, we can't believe it! Last night I went shopping with Anna to pick out some neato presents for her.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Our first stop <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0XlKCUgke5k8o3bsySlP26cZgCkbER2TKLQmJF0Wb77Rz-MqzDvsulOxWkY9iBOpzKedOl1a96UIfG1Ol3kJh8ij5f1tpPkUOGQY2e7Dv5o1YNW55aUW2MT3ijlJqUOWxe1ufVlH05Z4/s1600-h/emmar2.jpg"></a>was target, where I got her WAY too much stuff. I just love shopping for the kids and getting them stuff, but I don't want to go overboard and spoil. </div><div><br /></div><div>I got her a few things for her bedroom. A really cool lamp that matches her bedding, a soft fuzzy blanket for cuddling up with a book. I also got her a PINK hairdryer and a new straightener for our house (since the one she used to have at our place is always at her moms, and her mom is to broke to even buy her a $20 hair straightener. But thats another story, and I won't go there!)<br /></div><br /><div>Then we went to the mall and got her some stuff from Aeropostale, because apparently, thats where all the 'cool' middle-schoolers shop. I got her some jean capris, a jean skirt with black leggings, and some tops. I hope she likes it all!<br /></div><br /><div>Emma Rose is just a hoot lately. She is walking like crazy, and TALKING. She learns so much from Claire and Tessa, her 22-month-old cousins. She is saying things like "get me, get me", and is starting to say 2-3 work phrases like, "hi mama", "no no dada", and other stuff like that. It't just so cute. She is also starting to get to the point where she is very affectionate. She always wants to give hugs and kisses to Matt, Hannah and I, and she likes to snuggle. I love her.<br /></div><br /><div>In the spirit of Hannah's birthday, here are a few pictures from Hannah a few years ago, and now, and also one of Emma, just because she is cute :)</div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04Bc3dsokhzC12ca09Fp5A3iTbYg5vUHWdl2z0-nKMSvV5pw-JiquIM0FsGB90ab-Zdhav6ETXXafM4V53LQFqmfFTXiB23_F6uWx4Qo6KCphct-OgPTW8eunUALj1vZUGoGPR1axT_Q/s1600-h/hannah+cutie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335764330709912402" style="width: 200px; height: 126px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04Bc3dsokhzC12ca09Fp5A3iTbYg5vUHWdl2z0-nKMSvV5pw-JiquIM0FsGB90ab-Zdhav6ETXXafM4V53LQFqmfFTXiB23_F6uWx4Qo6KCphct-OgPTW8eunUALj1vZUGoGPR1axT_Q/s200/hannah+cutie.JPG" border="0" /></a> What a cutie pie!<br />Hannah at 7<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsClf6h8jnTiFdrtEGWuGZmLmFFgiI1frRLdwrvIeQOrKOeKV-ZPH-nxJTboHgA-QQsX1OwpmDKHHnZfTekmkzlJ7D-hIBH4QQTyWTy5XaEuqACqobEQRyLWtxg0P8QoOXF1uSYi2HC4/s1600-h/hannah+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335764527559150418" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsClf6h8jnTiFdrtEGWuGZmLmFFgiI1frRLdwrvIeQOrKOeKV-ZPH-nxJTboHgA-QQsX1OwpmDKHHnZfTekmkzlJ7D-hIBH4QQTyWTy5XaEuqACqobEQRyLWtxg0P8QoOXF1uSYi2HC4/s200/hannah+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now she's just too cool :)<br />Hannah at 11</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfzDxxDbQkDZ0FtxF7G-ADFanQrGX3NZ3y9lZKyrSFPjez11sD-w5sG1mraoCKgCqbjq9jS4bCrj7FYZ2y4BDou9shy_e5m7i2ylT8YeoZz-r03fZjWCEYNiT5Jgv784b1KqyIlodeA0/s1600-h/emmar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335764715397252418" style="width: 187px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfzDxxDbQkDZ0FtxF7G-ADFanQrGX3NZ3y9lZKyrSFPjez11sD-w5sG1mraoCKgCqbjq9jS4bCrj7FYZ2y4BDou9shy_e5m7i2ylT8YeoZz-r03fZjWCEYNiT5Jgv784b1KqyIlodeA0/s200/emmar.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sweet angel<br /></div><div>Emma at 1</div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Matt, Sarah, Hannah, Emma and Maxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086040466067106924noreply@blogger.com0