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		<title>Spring Break Just Got a Whole Lot Better!</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>New York in the fall has nothing on DC in the spring! Ah, Spring, that glorious time of year when I want to wear short sleeves, but I can&#8217;t find them.  My nose is stuffy, my eyes itch, and yet for some reason I feel wholly and ridiculously happy.  I want to hug the spring this year&#8211;every zyrtec requiring moment of it is pulling me out of the dark-ish zone I&#8217;ve been inhabiting for too long to admit! This spring [...]</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">New York in the fall has nothing on DC in the spring!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Ah, Spring, that glorious time of year when I want to wear short sleeves, but I can&#8217;t find them.  My nose is stuffy, my eyes itch, and yet for some reason I feel wholly and ridiculously happy.  I want to hug the spring this year&#8211;every zyrtec requiring moment of it is pulling me out of the dark-ish zone I&#8217;ve been inhabiting for too long to admit!</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">This spring break started out seriously dull.  The kids were having a blast:  playing with their friends all day, no homework, no school.  &#8220;Everything is awesome.  Everything is great.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I was drowning in babies, diapers, bottles, breast milk pumping, dishes, cooking, laundry mountains, toys everywhere, and worst of all:  cleaning up under the high chair.  grrrrrrrrr-oss!!!  No matter how hard I work all day, I never put a dent in the work load, and I wasn&#8217;t taking the time to just have fun with the boys.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Enter Tuesday.  There&#8217;s something about knowing that your mom and dad are on their way to your house that just puts you in a better mood.  Phew!!!  Plus, I suddenly stumbled upon a revelation.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I was praying, something like, &#8220;Oh God, how will I ever do all of this? I am so tired.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">When suddenly He reminded me of my New Year&#8217;s Resolution:  Chill.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Oh yeah!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;d forgotten about that.  My revelation:  if I keep making lists of 20 things to do each day, and not even including the morning chores and baby feedings on the to-do list, I will never get past &#8216;overwhelmed.&#8217;  I don&#8217;t want to live overwhelmed!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Why is it that I have to keep learning these same lessons over and over again?  Isn&#8217;t that the definition of a fool?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;ve said it before, and I&#8217;ll say it again:  the to do list should have the 6 most important things to do that day.  I am going back to that.  My list looked something like this for Wednesday:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1. Get everyone ready for the day. (an accomplishment in itself)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">2. Dishes</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">3. Laundry:  Just do your best.  ; )</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">4. Feed everyone:  three meals, 2 snacks</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">5. Target trip</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">6. De-clutter for 1 hour.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Now this is a list I can handle!!  In addition to giving myself attainable goals, I also set myself up for success by taking my prescribed medication:  iron with vitamin C.  These aren&#8217;t intellectual breakthroughs, but when you&#8217;re going through a time in life that is just difficult, for one reason or another, clinging back on to these simple truths means a lot.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">God has set my feet back on the rock.  This song is in my head!!!</p>
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<p>&#8220;Jesus, lover of my soul<br />
Jesus, I will never let You go<br />
You&#8217;ve taken me from the miry clay<br />
You&#8217;ve set my feet upon the rock<br />
And now, I know</p>
<p>I love You, I need You<br />
Though my world may fall<br />
I&#8217;ll never let You go<br />
My Saviour, my closest friend<br />
I will worship You until the very end&#8221;<br />
Read more at <a title="http://www.songlyrics.com/hillsong/jesus-lover-of-my-soul-lyrics/" href="http://www.songlyrics.com/hillsong/jesus-lover-of-my-soul-lyrics/">http://www.songlyrics.com/hillsong/jesus-lover-of-my-soul-lyrics</a></p>
<p>Actually, I just listened to Hillsong&#8217;s version of that song, and I wasn&#8217;t so impressed. That&#8217;s not really my style. I remember it as sung by about 100 college students, every Wednesday night, at Campus Crusade for Christ, back when I was a college student. It was much prettier, the way we did it!</p>
<p>That song comes from Psalm 40:2.</p>
<p>Life has just been getting better and better for me this week!  My parents arrived late Wednesday night, and today we had such a good time.  Mom, Caleb, JD, and I all headed to Old Town Alexandria.  Mom had never been!  Now I feel like we need to go again so Dad can go too.  We found this little restaurant that I highly recommend for tourists and locals when you want a fairly quick lunch buffet in old town.  VERY kid friendly.  Caleb said, &#8220;I gotta tell my brother about this place.&#8221;</p>
<p>All you can eat pizza buffet:  Need I say more?</p>
<p>We had a good time in Old Town.  There was a moment where I told my mom, &#8220;I wish I&#8217;d plugged in my GPS&#8230;&#8230;.but don&#8217;t worry!&#8221;  I am notorious for getting lost, but believe it or not, we made it home free of incident.</p>
<p>Guess what!!  I even bought myself a DC cherry blossom tourist t-shirt!  : )  I will so be wearing that this week!</p>
<p>We&#8217;re so excited to have Grandaddy and Nana here. The boys and I are trying to make this trip as fun as possible in hopes that we can convince them to stay extra long.</p>
<p>Oh!  Good news/bad news: We were sitting in the living room today when suddenly we realized JD was in the hallway, all the way around the corner. Time to hang the gates.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Alan and me, at the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, last year.  I was 7 months pregnant.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2848" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/dscn0179/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?fit=3648%2C2736&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3648,2736" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.1&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;COOLPIX L20&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1366052728&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;6.72&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;366&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.016666666666667&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="cherryblossomspreggo" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?fit=860%2C645&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-2848" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C420" alt="cherryblossomspreggo" width="560" height="420" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?w=3648&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3648w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?resize=1024%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/dscn0179.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="(max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a></p>
<p>Ha!  I saw a pregnant woman earlier today, and all I could think was, &#8220;Oh, man, so thankful this year it isn&#8217;t me!&#8221;  Been there, done that, stretched out a few t-shirts!</p>
<p>May you all have a WONDERFUL WEEKEND.  I hope you make all of your goals, smile all the live long day, and have no need for a jacket!!</p>
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		<title>How I Lose the Pregnancy Weight</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 18:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>  What I look like, every single time, right after giving birth:  This was a few days after I had Caleb. I weighed about 170 pounds in this photo. And this is what I normally look like: That&#8217;s a 35 pound difference.  (After all, a few pounds actually DO belong to the baby.)   This is not my favorite topic:  weight loss.  I don&#8217;t like discussing it because it often makes us feel bad. Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but when [...]</p>
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<div id="attachment_2834" style="width: 570px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-2834" data-attachment-id="2834" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2834/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=1600%2C1200&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="1600,1200" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&lt;Digimax S500 \/ Kenox S500 \/ Digimax Cyber 530&gt;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1183212890&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;COPYRIGHT, 2006&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;10.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;192&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.022222222222222&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&lt;Digimax S500 \/ Kenox S500 \/ Digimax Cyber 530&gt;&quot;}" data-image-title="BEFORE" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;BEFORE&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=860%2C645&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="size-large wp-image-2834" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C420" alt="BEFORE" width="560" height="420" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?w=1600&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1600w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?resize=1024%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-2834" class="wp-caption-text">BEFORE</p></div>
<p style="text-align: center;">What I look like, every single time, right after giving birth:  This was a few days after I had Caleb. I weighed about 170 pounds in this photo.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And this is what I normally look like:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2684" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/01/30/4-kids-easier-than-2-hmmm/cryingjdarlington/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=2322%2C4128&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2322,4128" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SCH-I545&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1395919950&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.2&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0083333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="cryingJDArlington" data-image-description="&lt;p&gt;Are 4 kids easier than 2?&lt;/p&gt;
" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=168%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=576%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-2684" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C995" alt="cryingJDArlington" width="560" height="995" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=2322&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2322w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?resize=168%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 168w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?resize=576%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 576w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">That&#8217;s a 35 pound difference.  (After all, a few pounds actually DO belong to the baby.)</p>
<p>  This is not my favorite topic:  weight loss.  I don&#8217;t like discussing it because it often makes us feel bad. Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but when I&#8217;m going through a heavy phase, hearing skinny people talking about their weight really gets on my nerves.  It can be a sensitive issue, and I like to make people happy, not sad, so I&#8217;m going to address this just this one time.  After this, you&#8217;ll read no more weight loss posts from me.</p>
<p>Being the vain person that I am, I do eventually always buckle down and get the baby weight OFF.  That may be easy and happen naturally for some of you.  If you gain 20 pounds, then what work do you have to do?  This post is for the women like me:  the ones that gain 40+ pounds no matter how hard we try to eat right and exercise.</p>
<p>I always feel like people come and visit me right after I&#8217;ve given birth, expecting to see me looking thin already.  Instead, they meet a chubbier version of April, that still looks pregnant, but the fact is that WEIGHT LOSS TAKES MONTHS, NOT DAYS.</p>
<p>When I&#8217;m pregnant, my body handles food and exercise completely differently.  It clings on to every bite I eat.  I have gained 55 pounds every single time, save this last time.  This time I gained 40ish.</p>
<p>By the time the baby is 9 months old, I almost always have it whittled off.  I can&#8217;t tell you how to get stick-skinny because I&#8217;m not stick-skinny, but I can definitely tell you how I lost 40-55 pounds.  ; )</p>
<p>Oh!  And you have to give the tummy circumference extra time.  After giving birth more than once, it may take you up to two years to get your middle shrunk back all the way, and you may always have a little extra skin.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>APRIL&#8217;S RULES FOR WEIGHT LOSS:</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1.  <strong>Breastfeeding</strong>.  If you can, at least give it a try.  It takes a while to see results, but eventually you should.  I have friends that didn&#8217;t have to do anything more than breastfeed.  I have other friends that breastfeeding did not help at all with the weight loss.  It definitely helps me lose the weight faster because it burns so many calories.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">2.  <strong>DO NOT SIGN UP FOR A DIET PLAN</strong>.  Boooooooooo diets!!!  Don&#8217;t do it.  Crash diets do not work, and any weight you lose from the one month you&#8217;re able to stick to your crazy diet plan will just come back when you wake up and realize that that Nutrisystem food tastes disgusting.  (It does.  I&#8217;ve tasted it.)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">3.  <strong>DO make permanent changes in what you buy at the grocery store</strong>, and try to get your husband on board.  (That&#8217;s the tricky part.)  One year after having Daniel, I realized that I had actually gained a bunch of weight while my husband was in Afghanistan for 6 months.  This was not pregnancy weight.  This was sedentary lifestyle weight.  I knew I had to get it back in gear.  First I read this book:</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">  She will drill into your head great fundamentals of eating right.  For me, it was a great reminder that I do not have to have dessert every day.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then I made these dietary changes:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">a. I cut out soda.  (except for a treat once every couple of weeks)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">b. I stopped buying any junk food at all.  Not even Oreos.  Since that time, Alan has added back in buying ice cream (ugh).  I guess I need to get back on his case.  If it&#8217;s not in your kitchen, you can&#8217;t eat it.  It&#8217;s really that simple.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">c.  I replaced the junk food with these snacks:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-greek yogurt</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-yogurt covered raisins</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-popcorn  (Read the label.  It&#8217;s not bad.)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-almonds</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-100 calorie granola bars</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-blackberries</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cheese</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cheese and crackers</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cereal</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pssssst!  You know all those articles that tell you not to drink juice, etc.  Well, okay, fine, it&#8217;s worse than water, but it has HALF the sugar of soda.  Also, coffee is extremely beneficial to your health, and it fills you up too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">4.  Oatmeal makes a great meal, any day, any time.  That wasn&#8217;t really a change, as I&#8217;ve always eaten oatmeal, but I just wanted to put that out there. ; )  It doesn&#8217;t have to be complicated and time consuming to be healthy.  These health magazines make it way too hard with all the complicated recipes with ingredients you&#8217;ve never heard of.  Instant oatmeal is just fine.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">5.  <strong>EXERCISE.  Every day!!!!   </strong>I&#8217;m not talking P90X or Insanity everyday.  That is not my style.  Who has time for that?  Not a mom of lots of little ones!  You work in exercise wherever you can.  Buy DVDs that are 30 minute programs, or sometimes I just cut the long ones off at 30 minutes.    Just make sure that at least once a week you&#8217;re doing some kind of strength training.  I also do stretching at least once/week to keep back pain away.  Ever since my yoga teacher moved, I am a wreck.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>WALKING IS GREAT EXERCISE!  </strong>Plus, it can give you alone time.  Whenever possible, as many days a week as Alan gets home before dark, I leave all the kids with Alan and hit the sidewalk for a 2 mile walk. Sanity time!  Remember!!  Jesus always went off alone to pray!  We should too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In <strong>addition</strong> to that exercise, I walk my children home from school.  That adds in another mile, and when you add in pushing a double stroller, it is a significant work out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">If you really want to torch calories fast, <strong>RUN, or attend a strength training class.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">My most successful weight loss was not related to pregnancy at all.  It was after that Afghanistan tour, when Daniel, my 3rd son, was a toddler.  I actually got to the point of no chubby middle section because I worked out really, really hard every single day.  I was doing a whole lot of running, and a little bit of weight lifting.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I will have to get my anemia under control before I can work out like that again!  I&#8217;m too tired to even think about all that stuff.  Meanwhile, I&#8217;ve still lost 45 pounds just breastfeeding, walking, doing yoga, and not buying cookies or soda!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">6. DO NOT count calories.  Just eat somewhat healthy, and when you&#8217;re starting to feel full, you know, QUIT EATING.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">7.  Sleep! Sometimes you might just be getting a late snack to stay awake.  Instead, assert your will power, and go to bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">8.  <strong>EAT EVERY THREE HOURS, </strong>and duh, don&#8217;t skip breakfast.  Eating every three hours keeps you from getting that starving feeling that makes you pig out.  It also boosts your metabolism. Snacks should be small but nutritionally helpful.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">9.  Oh yeah!  If you have a c-section OR even tearing from a natural birth, do NOT exercise until 6 weeks out.  Trust me.  I thought I could be all tough and carry around two babies at once, two weeks after giving birth, and there were busted stitches as a result.  Youch. You don&#8217;t want that. ALWAYS wait six weeks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I wish I had more before/after pics to share, but I&#8217;m so vain that I always delete my &#8216;fat&#8217; pictures&#8230;. However, I do not delete pregnancy photos, so here are a few of those:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2836" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby1weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=3000%2C750&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3000,750" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby1weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=300%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=860%2C215&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter wp-image-2836" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=668%2C167" alt="baby1weight" width="668" height="167" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=3000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?resize=300%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C256&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 668px) 100vw, 668px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2837" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby2weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=3000%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3000,1000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby2weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=300%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=860%2C286&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-2837 alignnone" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=650%2C216" alt="baby2weight" width="650" height="216" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=3000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?resize=300%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C341&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 650px) 100vw, 650px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2838" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby3weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=3250%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3250,1000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby3weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=300%2C92&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=860%2C265&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter wp-image-2838" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=713%2C219" alt="baby3weight" width="713" height="219" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=3250&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3250w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?resize=300%2C92&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C315&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 713px) 100vw, 713px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/082e7-20130605_120727.jpg?w=300&#038;h=400&#038;fit=300%2C400&#038;resize=300%2C400" alt="" width="300" height="400" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">See, I&#8217;m not one of those thin pregnant women&#8230;.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As you can see, I never really posed for any &#8216;before&#8217; or &#8216;after&#8217; pictures, because the weight loss was always so gradual.  That&#8217;s the kind of change that lasts.  <strong>It doesn&#8217;t have to be complicated to live a healthy lifestyle</strong>.  Just get moving, and skip the non-nutritive foods at the grocery store!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#160;family drawing by Caleb &#160; Today is the fifth day straight that the kids have been out of school and the first day that Daddy has gone back to work. (We had the weekend&#160;+ MLK Jr. Day&#160;+ 2 snow days). &#160;I think we&#8217;re all starting to feel a little restless. &#160; Okay, a lot restless. &#160; I got so tired of the boys carrying on at lunch (during the baby&#8217;s nap) that I took everyone&#8217;s bowl away and banished them [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;family drawing by Caleb</div>
<h3 style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Today is the fifth day straight that the kids have been out of school and the first day that Daddy has gone back to work.</h3>
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<div style="text-align: left;">(We had the weekend&nbsp;+ MLK Jr. Day&nbsp;+ 2 snow days). &nbsp;I think we&#8217;re all starting to feel a little restless.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Okay, a lot restless.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; I got so tired of the boys carrying on at lunch (during the baby&#8217;s nap) that I took everyone&#8217;s bowl away and banished them all to the basement&#8230;..where I can now here a sibling&#8230;debate&#8230; in progress&#8230;&#8230;</div>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &#8230;..and now they have regressed into name calling&#8230;..and here they come&#8230;&#8230;</h3>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8230;..I seem to have that situation diffused, so where was I? &nbsp;Oh yes, winter is definitely here. &nbsp;This is what Caleb and Dan ended up doing yesterday, around supper-time:</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/6b24e-20140121_171924.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/6b24e-20140121_171924.jpg?resize=480%2C640&#038;quality=89" width="480" height="640" border="0"/></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess staying indoors all day is just exhausting.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No, really, those two were in need of some extra sleep. &nbsp;I thought this was funny.</div>
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<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Remember when I wrote about how hectic my life is and how I can barely get supper made, the laundry done, and forget anything extra?</h3>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, if you can&#8217;t relate, that just means you&#8217;ve never been outnumbered by small children in your household. &nbsp;I think this is all pretty normal.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; I&#8217;m happy to report that things ARE actually much better now. &nbsp;I try not to plan too many activities for any one week. &nbsp;Plus, babies get easier to me as they get older. &nbsp;Look at how happy our little 7-month-old is:</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Now while I did say things are better, don&#8217;t take that to mean things are &#8216;sane.&#8217;</div>
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<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As we speak:</h3>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. &nbsp; I am still behind on the laundry (I just don&#8217;t care as much. &nbsp;I bought the kids more underwear and pants).</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. &nbsp;JD is waking up from a nap. &nbsp;It&#8217;s a wonder he sleeps at all with so many brothers home all day.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. &nbsp;Caleb just came downstairs from &#8220;thinking about what he did&#8221;, apologized to Joshua, and now they are all watching Micky Mouse Clubhouse.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. &nbsp;I, thankfully, DO have the chicken thawing for dinner.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. &nbsp;I have already made the boys do their daily reading.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. &nbsp;I got to sleep&#8230;..get this&#8230;&#8230;ALL NIGHT LONG last night.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp;Yep. &nbsp;Not a single person wet their bed, had night terrors, woke up sick, woke up for an extra feeding, or crawled into my bed.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Um, wow!</div>
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<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Progress on &#8220;<a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2015/10/05/the-great-toy-overhaul/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">The Great Clean-Out&#8221;</a> has slowed, as I&#8217;ve had so many mouths to feed here.</h3>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have moved onto the main floor of the house now though!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-I completely finished the basement.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-I&#8217;ve de-cluttered the bathroom, the china cabinet, and the baker&#8217;s rack.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&#8211; I SCRUBBED the basement stair-rail area. &nbsp;So many little hands running down that wall for three years&#8230;.you can imagine. &nbsp;It looks awesome now.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&#8211; I&#8217;ve done more storage shifting and labeling as I go. &nbsp;This helps a TON. &nbsp;I&#8217;m a total labeling fanatic now.</div>
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<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; I know that I have a laid-back, happy sort of personality. &nbsp;I don&#8217;t spend a lot of time worrying about stuff, so people assume that I don&#8217;t care about organization and such.</h3>
<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That could not be further from the truth.</h3>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;When I was a little girl, one of my favorite activities was to rearrange my books, putting them in alphabetical order by category. &nbsp;hehe &nbsp;So fun.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; The chaotic fashion in which my boys keep their Legos and books bothers me a little&#8230;..but not enough to worry about it.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Gotta keep the main thing the main thing!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; I had to clean out one of my two baskets full of mail and paperwork on the baker&#8217;s rack. &nbsp;I DETEST paperwork. &nbsp;I found a whole bunch of thank -you notes in there from when I had the baby. &nbsp;Also, I never wrote down who I &nbsp;thanked, formally, and who I didn&#8217;t.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; If you get two thank-yous from me or zero, I&#8217;m so sorry. &nbsp;I was very messed up (untreated anemia&nbsp;+ four children in the summer) for a few months there. &nbsp;I&#8217;m trying to fix it!!!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&#8230;..only I&#8217;m out of stamps.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&#8230;&#8230;and I&#8217;m not the kind of brave warrior mom that bundles up four kids and goes to the post office in 9 degree weather on snowy roads. &nbsp;Our street wasn&#8217;t even plowed this morning.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&#8230;..so don&#8217;t look for those notes to get caught up on just yet&#8230;</div>
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<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Okay, now JD is calling me, so I should go up there.</h3>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; I just put a Space Shuttle DVD in for the boys to watch. &nbsp;Kids&#8217; cartoons get on my nerves. &nbsp;Caleb and Dan are actually watching it. &nbsp;Score one for Mommy.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; One more thank you that I owe here:</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Thank you so much to all of you who have clicked on that Top Mommy Blogs banner and voted for me. &nbsp;The blog is now up to #87 overall. &nbsp;That puts me on page 4.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp;87 out of 1,016 blogs.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp;I am #20 in my category: &nbsp;Family Life. &nbsp;That&#8217;s #20 out of 250.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; The rankings change daily, and each day I&#8217;ve moved up a little bit more on the list!! &nbsp;I&#8217;ve wasted a slightly significant amount of time watching it rise&#8230;</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; Thank you all so much!!!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a couple of months ago&#8230;but I forgot to share it:</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nonna was here visiting, and someone mentioned a candy bar for some reason. &nbsp;Caleb asked, &#8220;Huh? &nbsp;What&#8217;s a candy bar!??!&#8221;</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later I was going to the store, and Nonna said, &#8220;Would you please pick Caleb up a candy bar while you are out? &nbsp;That is just ridiculous for a child to not even know what a candy bar is.&#8221;</div>
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		<title>Road Trip Success!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2013 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>  Don&#8217;t you just love the whole &#8220;New Year&#8221; thing?  I do.  I&#8217;ve loved the idea of a clean slate for as long as I can remember.   2013 was one of our harder years, just adjusting to the new baby, and I just wasn&#8217;t well for a while there.  The baby fog is lifting, though, and I&#8217;m feeling down right normal now!  I&#8217;m actually enjoying talking to people again, laughing when appropriate, and even getting stuff done!  Having a [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Don&#8217;t you just love the whole &#8220;New Year&#8221; thing?  I do.  I&#8217;ve loved the idea of a clean slate for as long as I can remember.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  2013 was one of our harder years, just adjusting to the new baby, and I just wasn&#8217;t well for a while there.  The baby fog is lifting, though, and I&#8217;m feeling down right normal now!  I&#8217;m actually enjoying talking to people again, laughing when appropriate, and even getting stuff done!  Having a baby always throws me for a loop for a while, but around 6 months I begin to feel like myself again, and I am SO THANKFUL for that!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  2014 is going to be so much better, except that we won&#8217;t be having any adorable new babies this year.  JD was 2013&#8217;s one redeeming quality!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  But 2014 is going to be awesome.  I have decided!!  More about that in the next post.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  It had been a whole year since I&#8217;d been to my home land&#8211;Alabama&#8211;so it&#8217;s great that we got to spend about 10 days back down there visiting our families.  We thoroughly enjoyed seeing everyone, even if I did spend a few days of it recovering from strep throat!!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Let me tell you, that was the worst case of strep I&#8217;ve ever had, and I hope to never get that again.  It was BAD.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Now we are dealing with the aftermath of Christmas:  over-stuffed suitcases exploding into our house.  Luggage for six people, plus gifts for six people is a NIGHTMARE to unpack!  We got so much stuff, I&#8217;m going to have to re-organize to fit it all into my house.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   Okay.  That doesn&#8217;t sound grateful.  Well, this is America, where our gold shoes are too tight.  We complain about everything.  Truth is, our family blessed us big time, and this is a good problem to have.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  &#8230;..So let&#8217;s focus on the coolest thing about this Christmas at Alan&#8217;s parents&#8217; house.  Two babies!  What is more adorable than two little baby cousins, all dressed alike???  Nothing.  Look how cute:</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Wesley, age 10 months and JD, age 6 months, playing with Nonna&#8217;s Christmas toy collection</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> We stood them up at the coffee table to play, with Nonna supporting JD.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> &#8230;.but sometimes JD would go all baby-spaz and throw himself back like this.  (cuteness)</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">These were my favorite:</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Wesley was all calm, and JD was super excited about all the attention.  I think Wesley was thinking, &#8220;Eh, I&#8217;m the first baby, I have photo sessions like this all the time.  Can we go play now?&#8221;  And JD was like, &#8220;Hey, look at me!  Oh boy!  No brothers here!&#8221;</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Really!!  Nothing cuter than TWO chubby little babies!  I love it.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> They are so lucky to have first cousins their age.  I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> *******</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  Our trip home went well.  We have come to terms with the fact that we now require either a really nice suite or two joined hotel rooms when we travel.  This is not as easy to come by as your standard &#8220;one double&#8221; for a family of four, so we actually booked a hotel in advance for the trip home.  That was such a relief, knowing that we&#8217;d have a place to stay and wouldn&#8217;t have to drive all night because we couldn&#8217;t find a place&#8212;yes, that has happened to us before!  Ugh.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  No ER trips this time either.  PHEW!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">Happy New Year!</div>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2013 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>As I was de-cluttering our bedroom yesterday, I came across this highly detailed Google art that Joshua did this past year in Art class.   I LOVE his great attention to detail. Here&#8217;s another one: This was his Mario /Baseball themed one.   Last week my mom was here.  It was amazing how much laundry got done, how many delicious dinners were cooked, desserts made, and even a little guilt-free free time. &#160; &#160;   Mom left yesterday, and by [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">As I was de-cluttering our bedroom yesterday, I came across this highly detailed Google art that Joshua did this past year in Art class.   I LOVE his great attention to detail.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here&#8217;s another one:</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">This was his Mario /Baseball themed one.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Last week my mom was here.  It was amazing how much laundry got done, how many delicious dinners were cooked, desserts made, and even a little guilt-free free time.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Mom left yesterday, and by lunch time today I realized that today will look a lot different than that.  By 11am I was already out of burp cloths, the living room looks like someone ignited an explosive device in a baby store, there is no make-up on my face, and I keep day dreaming about laying my head on my pillow.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   The thing is that not only do I just have a lot to do, but also it&#8217;s raining outside, so the whole house just feels&#8230;..gray.  We&#8217;re all stuck in the house together:  sleepy Mommy, 7-year-old with serious cabin fever, GRUMPY 6-year-old, &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to nap&#8221; 2 year old, and of course our darling 2-month-old.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I have gotten a lot done this morning:  dinner cooked, children fed, dishes cleaned, laundry cycled (with the help of Joshua and Caleb), plus I finally took care of some important calls I needed to make.  Oh!  And it turns out that I didn&#8217;t miss Daniel&#8217;s preschool Open House or Meet the Teacher Day!  I just wrote them on the wrong month of my calendar.  Phew!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Anemia&#8230;..</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">    While I probably should be working on the disaster area that is my house, I decided to stop and blog instead.  I ran out of energy.  I ate my Total this morning, took my multi-vitamin as well as my iron supplement, drank my OJ for vitamin C, but I&#8217;m still dragging around here wishing I were asleep.  Anemia is so not funny, ya&#8217;ll.  Most people are supposed to be over it by 6 weeks postpartum.  I think I&#8217;m on week 10 (lost track), and it is still very much a problem for me.    I had a few people suggest other iron type supplements, and I&#8217;m sure they are good, but the iron pills work just the same I think, only I can&#8217;t remember to take them as often as I should.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   My current fantasy:  Give all four children to my hubby while I check into a hotel and sleep for 10 hours or so.  Napping is hard here because even when I get the littlest ones down for their nap, the children always find me.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I guess I should stop whining about how tired I am and go attempt to take a nap.  JD and Daniel are both asleep.  DaddyO and Nonna arrive tomorrow.  We are excited about them coming and introducing them to our little Bobby.  We also have Joshua&#8217;s doc appointment and Open House tomorrow.  Hmm&#8230;.if only I could get the caffeine patch!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Meet the Robinson&#8217;s, one of my favorite movies!</div>
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		<title>The Miracle of Iron for Postpartum Anemia</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Aug 2013 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>If you have read the blog lately you know I have had a hard time with anemia for a while. &#160; Have you ever woken up one morning feeling miraculously better?? &#160;I had that happen today! &#160;(Praise the Lord!) &#160;The iron supplements are working, and I can&#8217;t tell you how exciting that is. &#160;I was able to actually work today, and when I say work, I do mean work. &#160; &#160;I just refuse to call myself a stay at home [...]</p>
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<h3 class="wp-block-heading">If you have read the blog lately you know I have had a <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/03/31/you-know-not-what-a-day-may-bring-forth/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">hard time with anemia</a> for a while.</h3>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Have you ever woken up one morning feeling miraculously better?? &nbsp;I had that happen today! &nbsp;(Praise the Lord!) &nbsp;The iron supplements are working, and I can&#8217;t tell you how exciting that is. &nbsp;I was able to actually work today, and when I say <i>work</i>, I do mean work.</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp;I just refuse to call myself a stay at home mom. &nbsp;Yes, I suppose that&#8217;s what I am, but there&#8217;s something about that title that implies that I do not work. &nbsp;It is possible to be a stay at home mom and actually be a lady who lunches&#8230;.but that is sooooo not the case here, so let me tell ya: &nbsp;I work!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; In fact, there is John David crying and hiccuping now, so I will finish at my next &#8220;break&#8221;!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; So anyway&#8230;.I have been back at work today: &nbsp;calming babies, feeding children, potty training Daniel, &nbsp;making phone calls, cleaning up messes, de-cluttering, doing laundry, and I even showered and washed my hair!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Now I&#8217;ve just got to get the rest of me put back together! &nbsp;The other day I was out walking when I ran into Abby, who asked me why I was limping. &nbsp;Limping? &nbsp;Huh!?</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; When you have a new baby (along with a few old ones&#8211;ha!), you often develop problems like this that you are just too tired to notice. &nbsp;Isn&#8217;t that funny? &nbsp;Once she said it, I realized that I actually was limping, because my old hip problem was hurting. &nbsp;Jeepers. &nbsp;Well, that comes and goes, so I&#8217;ll just have to deal with that later. &nbsp;Do you think there is anyone under the sun that doesn&#8217;t have back pain when they&#8217;re carrying around a baby all day? &nbsp;I have to keep reminding myself to stand up straight, and that seems to help a little. &nbsp;Giving birth can really mess a girl up!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">Alan&#8217;s taking leave next week, and I have so many plans for that leave!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Postpartum Recovery Checklist!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-dentist</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-dermatologist (already scheduled!)</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-chiropractor</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-hair cut</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-pedicure</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-Perhaps I&#8217;ll even cash in that spa gift card Amy and Monica got me! &nbsp;Awesomeness!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">Okay, it may take me a few weeks to accomplish all of that&#8230;..and there is John David crying again.</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div>


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<div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Bobby&#8217;s first nap in Mommy&#8217;s bed</div>


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<div style="text-align: center;">6 weeks old</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">Coming Soon: &nbsp;I have 2 excellent new videos to share, but Blogger&#8217;s video uploader isn&#8217;t working (Here we go again, isn&#8217;t this why I left Xanga!?)</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">1. video of John David practicing his front to back rollover. &nbsp;If you put his elbows under him, he can do a beautiful roll, from tummy to back.</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">2. &nbsp;video of Daniel, breastfeeding a baby doll. &nbsp;Ha!!!</div>


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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">J.D., practicing his roll over: &nbsp;He has to have the left elbow under him, as shown, then he kicks that right leg, and rolls. &nbsp;I don&#8217;t know if &#8220;counts&#8221; or not, (as far as achievement bench-marks) but I figure it&#8217;s great practice anyway.</div>



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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Quote of the week:</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caleb: &nbsp;Mommy, can I change my name?</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: &nbsp;Now why would you do that? &nbsp;Caleb is a great name.</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caleb: &nbsp;No, I just don&#8217;t wike it. &nbsp;I hate my name.</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: &nbsp;And what do you want your name to be?</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caleb: &nbsp;Andy. &nbsp;Just Andy.</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*Toy Story strikes again*</div>



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		<title>Six Weeks Postpartum C-Section: Anemia, Sleepless, &#038; Happy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jul 2013 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>For six weeks I&#8217;ve been dragging around this house like a zombie I kept thinking of six weeks as the magical mark I needed to make it to, and then things would be better.   Last week was rough, and I began to have my doubts about that&#8230;Recovering from the c-section is no joke.   Then today good things happened! No, not sleep&#8230;..I wish&#8230;..   This morning, before I even got out of bed, I prayed that my 6 week [...]</p>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">For six weeks I&#8217;ve been dragging around this house like a zombie</h3>
<div style="text-align: left;">I kept thinking of six weeks as the magical mark I needed to make it to, and then things would be better.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  Last week was rough, and I began to have my doubts about that&#8230;Recovering from the c-section is no joke.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Then today good things happened!</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">No, not sleep&#8230;..I wish&#8230;..</h4>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  <strong>This morning, before I even got out of bed, I prayed that my 6 week postpartum appointment would go well today.  I prayed that the baby would sleep through the appointment and that I would remember all my questions.</strong></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  I had scheduled Megan to watch the three boys.  Well, when Megan arrived, Sherry (Megan&#8217;s mom) came in too, and then she offered to go to my appointment with me.  Oh, wow!  I&#8217;d never even thought of that.  What an answer to prayer.  Thank you, Sherry.</div>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">  The appointment went better than I could have imagined.</h3>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Sherry kept Bobby in the waiting room,  and for a wonderful 30 minutes I sort of forgot they even existed&#8230;. : ) The midwife took lots of time with me, and I got all of my questions answered.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Plus, I am now fully cleared to &#8220;ease back into exercise.&#8221;  LOL.  Exercise is actually not at the <i>forefront</i> of my mind right now, but it&#8217;s nice to know I can pick up Daniel, haul around laundry, and work back up to running.  Exercise is actually what I do to escape the house!  I love my children, but when that&#8217;s your 24/7 job, you gotta get away <i>some</i>time.  Well, I do anyway.</div>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">  The good news was that I got to explain to her about my extreme fatigue problem.</h3>
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<div style="text-align: left;">My midwife also has four children ( I love that), so I asked her if she thought it was just from that and the sleep deprivation&#8230;.and I was going to mention the iron deficiency, but before I even got it out of my mouth she said, &#8220;Well, yeah, but it&#8217;s also your anemia.  It takes a while to get over that when you&#8217;ve given birth and had a c-section.&#8221;</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   She was surprised they had sent me home from the hospital with no iron prescription.  They had actually removed it from my prescription list even though my hemoglobin and hematocrit levels were still well below the norm while I was in the hospital&#8230;.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">So basically I&#8217;ve been muddling through all these weeks, when a few iron pills/day would have done wonders towards solving my problem.</div>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fmed.2023.1105307/full#:~:text=Excessive%20blood%20loss%20during%20and,CI%3A%202.11%E2%80%937.78).">Postpartum Anemia is a beast</a>.</h3>
<div style="text-align: left;">And when you combine it with surgery recovery and newborn sleep deprivation&#8230;.you get what  I have been the past 6 weeks, relying on everything and everybody to get me through!  I am just so blessed to have so many wonderful friends and family who have brought meals and kept my children.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">What&#8217;s GREAT about all this is that now I have HOPE that I could feel better really soon!  They tested my blood again, and she told me to resume my 2-3 irons/day schedule.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">  You know what else?  It felt so good to be out of the house with Sherry today.</h4>
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<div style="text-align: left;"> After my appointment, we went up and had lunch at the hospital cafeteria (which we both love).  Call us crazy, but it is good food at low prices!  If you are ever over there, you gotta try the tuna salad sandwich.   So good, and they don&#8217;t skimp on the tuna salad.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  I forgot how much I enjoy being out and having social interaction.  Isn&#8217;t it hilarious that I now consider &#8220;going out&#8221; a day at the hospital!!??  haaaaaahaha!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  That&#8217;s okay, though, because Saturday is mine and Alan&#8217;s anniversary, and we are REALLY going to go out!  Sherry is keeping John David, and Megan is keeping the rest.  The only hitch is I have to pump a couple bottles before that, and see if I can get John David to take them.</div>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;">  &#8230;&#8230;So all year I&#8217;ve kind of thought of six weeks as the big goal, and after that I&#8217;ll be good&#8230;.  I&#8217;m thinking now we may extend our &#8220;taking it easy&#8221; time to more like 3 months.</h3>
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<h3 style="text-align: left;"> It&#8217;s so easy to forget what a show-stopper that babies really are:  breastfeeding constantly, diapers, naps, crying&#8230;.phew!</h3>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Funny Quote:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">(from when Nana was here)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">my mom:  *heard a creepy noise as she was getting ready for bed*  WHAT was that!?</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">7-year-old:  *from inside his covers*&#8230;&#8230;.Oh, sorry, that was me.  I was practicing my ROAR.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">*chuckle*  : )</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">A few more things:</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">** I understand that so far it looks like Nonna&#8217;s surgery went well today.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">**Plus my dad is doing better, so things are looking up there.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">**Oh!  And my great-Granny turned 100 years old this weekend!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">**Believe it or not, <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/07/06/john-david-the-uncut-version/">John David</a> is officially in 3/6 month clothes now.  I know.  Crazy, but pretty normal for one of our babies.  I think he weighs about 13 pounds now.  It looks like he&#8217;s going to be about as big as Caleb.  (No wonder I&#8217;ve had to feed him so much, around the clock, growing this much!)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">**Now don&#8217;t forget to practice your roar!  ; )</div>
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