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		<title>Babies have their own personalities.</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>JD is so sick he just threw up a bunch of mucus and lunch&#8230;all over me, of course&#8230;..but look.  The boy still smiles.  Sweet.  Sweet.  Sweet. Sweet, sweetness!!   The bigger JD gets the less he reminds me of Joshua, in the face, and more of Daniel.  He has one great distinguishing characteristic though:  dimples on BOTH cheeks.  Oh, he will be popular with the ladies I think!    The best thing about John David though isn&#8217;t his looks:   [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">JD is so sick he just threw up a bunch of mucus and lunch&#8230;all over me, of course&#8230;..but look.  The boy still smiles.  Sweet.  Sweet.  Sweet. Sweet, sweetness!!</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  The bigger JD gets the less he reminds me of Joshua, in the face, and more of Daniel.  He has one great distinguishing characteristic though:  dimples on BOTH cheeks.  Oh, he will be popular with the ladies I think!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   The best thing about John David though isn&#8217;t his looks:   it&#8217;s that sought after disposition that you want in a baby!  This boy is laaaaaaaid back.  I love it.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   Sometimes I actually forget about him.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   Joshua was like this, and it used to upset me when I&#8217;d pick him up from a church nursery and I could tell  that he&#8217;d been so quiet that no one had even bothered to take him out of his car-seat carrier or anything.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  I remember picking him up one day and feeling annoyed that he was asleep already, still in his carrier.  The nursery worker (probably rolling her eyes at my first-time- parent- high-strung-ways) said, &#8220;Oh, we didn&#8217;t put him to sleep.  He just put himself to sleep.&#8221;</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Bless their hearts.  I understand now.  They had lots of babies to watch, and they were just letting &#8220;sleeping babies lie&#8221;.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   A friend of ours kept Joshua one time, and he said, &#8220;I mean, don&#8217;t take this the wrong way, but he&#8217;s so quiet,  you can kind of forget about him!&#8221;</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Ha!  I thought babies were FABULOUS.  Cute.  Squooshy.  Sweet.  Low maintenance.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought, &#8220;Let&#8217;s have another right away.  I love it.&#8221;  At Joshua&#8217;s 1st birthday party, I made the announcement.  My first two would be 20 months apart.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Then I had Caleb.  The boy spent the first two months never napping more than 30 minutes, unless he was being held.  He cried every time I put him in the car.  He wanted to be fed constantly.  I didn&#8217;t get to spend my nights in my own bed (rather than the rocking/recliner in his room) for the first 5 weeks!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  He just had his own personality.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once Caleb finished the newborn phase, he mellowed a lot too.  This is Caleb at &#8211;I can&#8217;t believe it, but there&#8217;s the date on the photo&#8211;2 months.  Whaaa???  He was so big, he wasn&#8217;t even on the growth chart.  He&#8217;s barely on it now.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Three and a half years later, enter Daniel.  He was an awesome sleeper, but a JOB to take in public.  I remember going to church one of the first times after having him (via c-section), and it was Mother&#8217;s Day.  My friend Laura had given birth THE DAY AFTER I had, to a little girl.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Our pastor awarded a gift bag to the &#8220;most recent&#8221; mother.  Laura and I stood up, but she received the gift, as her baby was one day newer than mine.  That was all pretty fun.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  By the time the service was over, Laura and I were back in the nursery&#8217;s breastfeeding area.  Her baby drank her milk sweetly and then sat quietly in a chair without uttering a sound.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   Daniel cried all the way through his attempted feeding.  He would not take a bottle.  Then he did not like the nursing cover blanket, and he was just over-hungry and all worked up and crying like you wouldn&#8217;t believe.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  &#8230;I might have also cried.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  When I went to leave, I found the Mother&#8217;s Day gift bag (which included chocolate!) that Laura had received inside MY diaper bag.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  &#8220;I think you need it more than I do, &#8220;Laura said, sympathetically.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  Pretty sure I cried again.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nana and little Daniel.  2 months.  Daniel was actually our fattest baby, but he was also by far the shortest&#8211;still is.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, God has seen my distress  and has given us another easy baby.  Yesterday, I was so busy in the kitchen, I forgot that he&#8217;d woken up and I&#8217;d put him in the bouncy excer-saucer type toy in the living room!  Poor thing!  I felt just awful!  He wasn&#8217;t really alone, though.  Brothers were coming and going from the living room.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">  And now John David has a terrible head cold.  I didn&#8217;t sleep much at all last night.  He was up so much because he could barely breathe through his nose.   We have his car seat carrier in the crib for him to sleep in.  That helps a ton with the drainage.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">   Even sick, sometimes it&#8217;s as though he doesn&#8217;t want to cause any extra bother.  Yes, I could just hug and squeeze him all day.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">JD kept looking up, impressed, at Daniel on top of the bunk beds.  Dan can now climb up there with no ladder.  I feel like I should explain the blue painter&#8217;s tape on the floor:  I found that yesterday.  Caleb built it to be a race track for their cars.  He didn&#8217;t run many races though.  Caleb really just likes to play with tape.</div>
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		<title>Crying Babies</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Sep 2013 15:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Funny, we never photograph crying babies, do we?  This is JD&#8217;s coo-ing face.  He&#8217;s talking to us.  : )  And this is his &#8220;sweetheart&#8221; face.  Who doesn&#8217;t want to just kiss him 1000 times when he looks like this!?  By the way, that outfit is a 9 month size outfit, which I&#8217;m sure has been shrunk in the dryer over the years, and it was also worn by Alan, as a baby.    I have been careful to save each [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;">Funny, we never photograph crying babies, do we?  This is JD&#8217;s coo-ing face.  He&#8217;s talking to us.  : )</div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"> And this is his &#8220;sweetheart&#8221; face.  Who doesn&#8217;t want to just kiss him 1000 times when he looks like this!?  By the way, that outfit is a 9 month size outfit, which I&#8217;m sure has been shrunk in the dryer over the years, and it was also worn by Alan, as a baby.    I have been careful to save each one of the boys a few outfits, which I keep in each of their individual trunks.  But of course, this is 2013, so their &#8220;trunks&#8221; are actually just rubbermaid bins.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;">John David, holding some buddies, and watching me re-organize Daniel&#8217;s closet&#8230;a never ending job.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Today John David finally got his 2 month shots.  Yes, I realize we are a month late on this, and no, I did not do that on purpose.  First, the clinic was out of appointments due to not having enough staff this summer.  Then when he finally had his appointment last week, I was out of time and patience to wait for shots.  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  This clinic is weird.  You have the appointment with the doc, and then you go back to the waiting room and take a number and wait and wait for your turn for shots.  Last week at his appointment, we&#8217;d already been there an hour and a half.  By the time it was over, JD was hungry and cranky, and quite frankly so was I, so now who would blame me for bailing out of there and saving shots for another day?</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  Immunizations didn&#8217;t go so well today, but I did learn that the clinic has a &#8220;lactation room&#8221;, and I found that ridiculously exciting.  I can&#8217;t tell you how many times I&#8217;ve fed the baby in the parking lot at the clinic because I didn&#8217;t know about the room.  Today I sat in peace, locked the door, and didn&#8217;t even have to cover.  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   What baby doesn&#8217;t cry when getting shots?  So of course, there was that, but the thing was JD was already overly tired when we dropped off Dan at school when he should have been napping.  Then the waiting room woke him up.  Then the shots.  Then after his post-immunization feeding, I whisked him back into his car seat and onto the road, and he just did not appreciate any of this.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  He cried in the car for the first 5 minutes because I naturally got behind the slowest driver ever.  There should be a sign you could put on your car that reads, &#8220;Crying baby:  need to drive without stopping,&#8221; but alas that would actually be a safety hazard, so we endured the wait until we hit the highway, and JD finally went to sleep&#8230;</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">&#8230;.Until we got home, when my bringing him inside woke him up and he began crying yet again.  </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  I got him as cozy as I could and rocked him patiently until he was out so hard that his pacifier fell out.  I love rocking babies when they are sleeping, so that wasn&#8217;t so bad.  Now he&#8217;s sleeping sweetly&#8230;..until I rudely jolt him out of his bliss to go pick up Dan in 45 minutes.  Poor baby.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   See, I just don&#8217;t do crying babies.  I believe if they are crying, they are crying for a reason, and it needs to be addressed.  Sometimes I&#8217;m too busy to address it right away (so many children here!), but I try to get there as quickly as I reasonably can.  The only baby I ever let &#8220;cry it out&#8221; was Joshua, our first, and that was torture.  It&#8217;s just unnatural.  To this day he has the hardest time of all of them getting to sleep, so I just don&#8217;t believe letting them cry it out is the way to go.  Maybe it works for some people, but it bothers me too much.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">&#8230;&#8230;as babies.  Toddlers are a different thing altogether.  I believe that once their needs have been addressed, and they are still crying, it&#8217;s called a fit, and fits must be ignored.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">   So there you go, my two cents for the day.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">  This may be a day of rocking my baby a lot.  This is his first round of shots, so that always makes me nervous for them.  We&#8217;ve never had any reactions to immunizations with the others,  other than red and swollen thighs, so hopefully all will be well.  </div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;">Cute things I&#8217;ve heard around here this week:</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Caleb:  You know, Joshua, when your mommy tell you something that you need to do, you should just do it.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">(Thank you, Caleb!!!)</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Caleb:  (to Joshua) Remember what Dad said.  If we leave crumbs around the house, rats are going to move in here.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Joshua:  I&#8217;m not doing that.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Caleb:  Or mice.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Joshua:  I got blue today.  (conduct grade at school)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Me:  You!?  (That almost never happens.)  What did you get blue for?</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Joshua:  not paying attention</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Me:  Ohhhhhh.  (not surprising at all, actually)  What were you doing, thinking?  That&#8217;s called day dreaming &#8211;when you&#8217;re sitting there thinking and not listening to the teacher, and then you get in trouble because they ask you a question and you have no idea what they&#8217;re talking about.  I do that too, but it&#8217;s not good.  Is that what happened?</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Joshua:  Yes, I was day dreaming.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Me:  You&#8217;re going to have to be really careful to pay attention this year, then.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Caleb:  Yep, I guess this year I&#8217;m the one who gets oranges, and Joshua&#8217;s the one who gets blues.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">(laughing inside my head at Caleb&#8217;s remark)</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:left;">Man!  Caleb is on a roll this week!  Loving it!!!   &#8230;..Hope I didn&#8217;t jinx us by saying that!!</div>
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		<title>Summer Progress</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Aug 2013 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>11th Wedding Anniversary   I can&#8217;t believe it, but here we are with only three weeks of summer vacation left.  Phew!  We&#8217;ve been working towards this goal all summer, and yet there are so many things on my &#8220;summer to do&#8221; list that have been left undone.  You really cannot imagine or remember how difficult it is to get anything done with a new baby around.  I always forget just how much work it is!    I mean, sure, he [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">11th Wedding Anniversary</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  I can&#8217;t believe it, but here we are with only three weeks of summer vacation left.  Phew!  We&#8217;ve been working towards this goal all summer, and yet there are so many things on my &#8220;summer to do&#8221; list that have been left undone.  You really cannot imagine or remember how difficult it is to get anything done with a new baby around.  I always forget just how much work it is!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   I mean, sure, he sleeps most of the day, but that&#8217;s in increments of time, so every three-ish hours I must be available to feed the little man.  Then once he&#8217;s been fed, he is awake for a little while (not long).  Then it&#8217;s nap time again.  There are 2 hours between each feeding and play time that I have to work with feeding the family and taking care of the other children.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">These were my goals for the summer:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  1.  Give birth  (check)  : )</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  2.  6 weeks of recovery = no expectations</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  3.  Make sure each boy completes his 15 books read for the library.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">     (Hurray!  We have finished this, but now I have to find time to take them to the library to get their prize booklet.  I bet they will freak out when they discover the &#8220;prize&#8221; is a coupon booklet.  Why?  Because my kids, like most kids in this city, are spoiled.  *sigh*  Maybe they will surprise me, but I&#8217;m banking on disappointment.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">    If everyone could refrain from buying these boys a single thing until Joshua&#8217;s birthday, that would be great.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   4.  Make Caleb practice writing daily&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.(yeah that&#8217;s been more like weekly&#8230;..regret #1.  Add that to my new list.)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   5.  Teach both big boys to ride their bikes w/no training wheels.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">&#8230;&#8230;.So I started on that with Joshua today.  It was going really well until he spotted Zoe.  Then he panicked, and he went from sweet 7-year-old to horribly crabby and embarrassed 7-year-old.  Will try again this week.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   6.  Finish Caleb&#8217;s baby book.  check!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  7.  Start and finish Daniel&#8217;s baby book.    &#8230;&#8230;oops</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  8.  Lose 30 pounds.   hmmmm  Do you think I can lose 10 more pounds in 3 weeks?  Because I&#8217;m thinking probably not.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  9.  Train back up for 5k in September.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">New List:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  1.  Begin meal planning and cooking dinner.  ; )</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  2.  Make Caleb write Nicholas B. back.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  3.  More bike riding lessons&#8230;&#8230;.  No one ever told me that that KILLS your back.  Seriously.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  4.  Forget the baby book.  That can wait.  Reduce blogging to every other day.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  5.  Lose 5 more pounds before school starts.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  6.  3 months.  3 months forgiveness policy on recovering from new baby.  : )  That&#8217;s the new rule     here.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Me and John David, ready for our night out</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">For our 11th Anniversary, Alan, John David, and I went on our classic go-to date:  Outback and Target.  It is perfectly acceptable to act like an old married couple when you are, in fact, an old married couple.  ; )  A good time was had by all.  John David only got upset once&#8211;right when they brought us our food.  Thankfully, we&#8217;ve had this same baby four times now, so we knew that would happen and were well prepared.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> We occasionally get around to making him practice his writing.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Joshua, hard at work, and you can see Daniel&#8217;s coloring contribution.  You know what Daniel calls his brothers?  He doesn&#8217;t call them Joshua and Caleb.  He says, &#8220;Brubber!  Brubber!  Where brubbers?&#8221;</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> 7 weeks</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Alan cut Daniel&#8217;s hair!!</div>
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<p>Thankfully, it has not been so long since I exercised that Daniel had forgotten.  I said to him, &#8220;Daniel are you ready to exercise!?&#8221;  And Daniel did not miss a beat!  He ran to the cabinet, pulled out the 2s for him, and the 5s and 6s for me.  He was doing the postnatal bootcamp right along with me.</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">  ****John David****</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  Our smallest man is doing really great.  The other night he slept 7 hours straight!  Success!  Most nights he sleeps a 5-6 hour stretch, so for a 7 week old, we are quite happy.  He&#8217;s growing like a weed. According to my bathroom scale, he weighs 13 pounds, and we&#8217;ve moved him up to size 2 diapers.  He smiles often, seems genuinely entertained by his brothers, and&#8230;&#8230;.and now he&#8217;s awake so I&#8217;d better go.  Babies must be fed!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Quote of the week:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Caleb:  &#8220;So do you have like a hole in your stomach that you feed him from?&#8221;</div>
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		<title>The New Normal Postpartum</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Aug 2013 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p> John David and me 6 weeks postpartum I have returned to wearing make-up &#8211;finally&#8211; but my hair straightener will probably be completely rusted before it sees usage again! &#160; &#160;  I just love this little outfit.  By the way, after Daniel the Chubby it&#8217;s nice to have a baby who can fit into newborn socks! He&#8217;s still grow-grow-growing, and he still looks like Joshua to me. ********* &#160; The New Normal &#160; It&#8217;s been 7 weeks now, and I&#8217;m not [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> John David and me</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">6 weeks postpartum</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I have returned to wearing make-up &#8211;finally&#8211; but my hair straightener will probably be completely rusted before it sees usage again!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> I just love this little outfit.  By the way, after Daniel the Chubby it&#8217;s nice to have a baby who can fit into newborn socks!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">He&#8217;s still grow-grow-growing, and he still looks like Joshua to me.</div>
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<h3>The New Normal</h3>
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<p>It&#8217;s been 7 weeks now, and I&#8217;m not sure if we&#8217;ve really found our new normal yet, but we are getting there!</p>
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<h4>   I think Alan&#8217;s birthday was pretty indicative of what it&#8217;s like around here:</h4>
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<p>Alan woke up sick, and we all hung out at the house doing nothing special at all&#8230;..sorry, Alan.  Well, we&#8217;ll just call the new baby our &#8216;something special&#8217; for this year!</p>
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<p>New babies are such a serious show stopper.  I have a friend from college that calls this phase &#8220;baby jail.&#8221;  I think that sums it up pretty well.  I have several overdue appointments scheduled for this week, and with a breastfeeding baby that can be a challenge&#8230;..</p>
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<p>So it&#8217;s always a mathematical problem of how to handle each appointment&#8230;.ugh&#8230;..and in this sprawling metropolis, you often have to just take what appt. time you can get.  So here are my options, this week, with Alan being off work:</p>
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<h5>#1. Feed the baby right before I leave (Look, Bobby, I know you just fed an hour and a half ago, but please please eat again for my convenience!!!)</h5>
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<p>&#8230;&#8230;..and dash back between 2-3 hours later to spare Alan having to deal with a crying baby.</p>
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<li>  Pump before I leave, and let Alan give him a bottle while I&#8217;m gone.  (We&#8217;ve actually pulled this off once now!  So exciting!  He drank 5 ounces).</li>
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<li> Take baby with me&#8230;.risking having to listen to him scream and cry in the car seat, while I feel awful about it.  PLUS risk having to breastfeed the baby in &#8230;..dumdumdum&#8230;&#8230;<em>public.  *gasp*</em></li>
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<h5>Now how is it that I have nursed four babies and yet am still not good at that?</h5>
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<p>I tend to tuck away into the nursery to feed the baby at home, so I&#8217;m not in the habit of covering.  I haven&#8217;t had a baby yet that seems to appreciate being hidden under a blanket for his meal.</p>
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<p>Plus, what if the office timing is bad??  What if he needs to be fed at 3ish, but I end up at the doctor&#8217;s office too long, not leaving me time to feed him?</p>
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<p>This has also happened already, at his two well baby exams.  Thankfully, we had an understanding doctor who let me feed him while she did paperwork, ha!  Then another time, they took f-o-r-e-v-e-r drawing his blood, and he was starving by the time we got him out of there.</p>
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<p>See, this is why I don&#8217;t enjoy leaving the house like I used to!</p>
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<h5>Now, I suppose at this point I have completely ruined your delusion that I am an easy going person, as you have just read all of my neurotic thoughts on breastfeeding.</h5>
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<p>By the way,  good news:  He is doing much better with his feeding routine.  He now sleeps one 5 or more hour stretch.  One night he actually slept 6 1/2 hours straight.  I was GIDDY.</p>
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<h6>&#8230;.So if you come visit us, and suddenly I disappear for a while, do not be offended.</h6>
<p>I&#8217;m just an inept public breast-feeder.  Maybe when I get used to this again I&#8217;ll be able to *chill* a bit!</p>
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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>



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<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>



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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>Newborn Parenting</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jul 2013 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;.because sometimes reality looks like this   Phew!  What a week.  I usually live for the weekend, but this weekend Alan had to work on Saturday too, leaving me looking like John David does in the photo above!  With Alan gone 11 hours/day and my mom gone, and still in recovery from the c-section, this week was one I will choose to never remember.    Next week doesn&#8217;t look much better, but at least it will end at Friday.   [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">&#8230;.because sometimes reality looks like this</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Phew!  What a week.  I usually live for the weekend, but this weekend Alan had to work on Saturday too, leaving me looking like John David does in the photo above!  With Alan gone 11 hours/day and my mom gone, and still in recovery from the c-section, this week was one I will choose to never remember.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   Next week doesn&#8217;t look much better, but at least it will end at Friday.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  I have a theory, which I have not researched at all (except for personal experience, 4 times!), that one reason we do not remember these first weeks of the baby&#8217;s life is that we are so sleep deprived that our brain can&#8217;t convert our short term memories into long term ones.  IF I were an employed psychologist, which I am not, I would want to research that.  They say that there is also a hormone that aids in the forgetting, I don&#8217;t know.  I just know that a whole lot of the life I am currently living will soon be hard to recall.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  John David did something to me this week that babies sometimes do.  He suddenly slept a six hour stretch, the next night a 5 hour, and then LAST NIGHT he went back to waking up every two-and-one-half-hours&#8230;&#8230;grrrrr</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   Plus Alan left the house for work at 4AM this morning&#8211;you can&#8217;t make this stuff up&#8211;so trust me when I tell you that you would NOT have wanted to run into grouchy postpartum April today.  I just feel sorry for my children, who had no choice.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  We did take a few photos of the good parts of the week:</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> This is something that seems to be unique to brothers.  Girls do not do this patting each other on the bottom thing.  Perhaps we&#8217;ve let them watch too much football.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Daniel still adores Bobby.  This is Daniel getting a burp cloth ready to cover Bobby with, like a blanket.  I have so many pictures of Joshua and Caleb at this age that look exactly like this.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Alan has shared his love of Eggos with all the boys, except Joshua who won&#8217;t touch them.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Every thing Caleb reads or sees on t.v. becomes very inspirational to him.  This is Caleb asking to build a treehouse like Froggy did.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">Caleb has spent this whole week in &#8220;Toy Story&#8221; world.  He has collected every Toy Story toy he has, and he carts them around the house in a box and a garbage bag.  He labeled the box &#8220;1st grade&#8221;, just as Andy had a box labeled &#8220;college&#8221; in the third movie.  He kept asking to put his toys in the attic, so finally I showed him a spot in the basement that he can pretend is the attic.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">Joshua has informed that there&#8217;s a Toy Story 6, where Bonnie goes to college.</div>
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<p>My most successful method for keeping the boys happy all week.  They filled up Daniel&#8217;s teeny tiny pool and sprayed the whole backyard down with the water hose and called it &#8220;Wet World.&#8221;  &#8230;.Joshua wasn&#8217;t so happy about that Wet World when we started out to the park this morning and his bottom got soaked from his Wet World bicycle.</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> &#8230;trying to capture the whole scene with only one hand&#8230;kind of impossible</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> and precious photos of my 5 week old</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">Believe it or not, our favorite photographer Christopher came over this week and took JD&#8217;s picture, but we haven&#8217;t gotten to see those yet.  JD wasn&#8217;t very well behaved for that photo shoot.  We would take a picture, pick him up and calm him down, take a picture, pick him up and calm him down&#8230;.you get the idea.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> This picture could be ANY of my children.  It&#8217;s like I keep having this same baby.  ; )  That outfit has been worn by all three of them, I think. I know Joshua wore it anyway.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">This morning I turned on Toy Story 3 for the boys (have you noticed that&#8217;s the theme this summer?), and I went upstairs to take care of the baby.  I came down to find the camera in the floor.  Caleb and Daniel had taken lots of photos of themselves, the t.v., and the floor.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">gee, I wonder who took that photo.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Sometimes I say, &#8220;I know it sounds rough, but don&#8217;t worry, we&#8217;ll be okay.&#8221;</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I&#8217;m not saying that today.  Please worry and pray for us.  Ha! ; )  We would have never made it this week without my neighbors bringing those DELICIOUS meals.  We are sooooo thankful.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.&#8221;  &#8211;Plato</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Fear thou not; for I am with thee:  be not dismayed; for I am thy God:  I will strengthen thee:  yea, I will help thee.&#8221;  Isaiah 41:10</div>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>4 1/2 weeks. This Sunday I went back to Sunday School for the first time, had friends over for lunch, and went to our Supper Club for a bit that evening.  It was a BIG day, and by Monday night I was exhausted, but it was worth it. &#160; Apparently this is my go-to postpartum dress b/c this is me 2 years ago, with Daniel 4 1/2 weeks after his birth.   The baby is now officially 5 weeks old. [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This Sunday I went back to Sunday School for the first time, had friends over for lunch, and went to our Supper Club for a bit that evening.  It was a BIG day, and by Monday night I was exhausted, but it was worth it.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Apparently this is my go-to postpartum dress b/c this is me 2 years ago, with Daniel 4 1/2 weeks after his birth.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  The baby is now officially 5 weeks old.  I am starting to feel much, much better.  This is the first day since giving birth that I have put on blue jeans.  They are maternity jeans since my regular jeans still don&#8217;t meet in the middle, but at least it is a step above jogging pants!</div>
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<p>  There are lucky women who are back in their clothes by this point.  Well, pin a rose on their nose b/c that will never happen for this girl!  I gained 40.  I&#8217;ve lost 22.  I guess if I&#8217;d only gained 22, I&#8217;d be done. I&#8217;m just happy that I don&#8217;t have as far to go as I did after Daniel!  That was my largest pregnancy EVER.</p>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Monica and I were laughing at Supper Club about the fact that I am signed up to run a 5K in less than 2 months, and I&#8217;m not even cleared to exercise until August 1.  Pretty funny, but I am SO still going to do it.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  Yesterday I walked a little over a mile, in 90 degree heat and humidity, and my stitches didn&#8217;t sting a bit.  I would say I&#8217;m almost ready to run.  ; )  We&#8217;ll play it by ear, and if all else fails, I can walk the 5K.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   I think I ran into about 5 different people that I know on my walk yesterday.  There are a LOT of folks around here who have lost 1 day/week of work thanks to &#8220;sequestration.&#8221;  I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s enjoyable to have a 3 day weekend, but you have to feel bad for the ones depending on that income!  When did our government become so ineffective?</div>
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<p>   You all know I&#8217;m not overly political, so I won&#8217;t go there, but I will say that I sincerely HOPE we will all remember this next time it&#8217;s election time!</p>
<p>Baby Update:<br />
Here&#8217;s a good reason to keep a log of how often you feed the baby:  After feeling discouraged over my current state of CONSTANTLY feeding the baby, I reviewed my records to realize that John David dropped from 10 feedings/ day to 8-9 feedings/day a week ago.  Yay for progress!!!</p>
<p>And last night was the first night that I didn&#8217;t fall asleep for hours on end in the chair in his room!</p>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  As I mentioned, we had friends over for lunch Sunday.  They actually supplied the lunch.  Josh and Jaime were friends of Alan&#8217;s in college.  I met them while dating Alan.  They are a sweet couple that has been together I think since high school.  They have 5 children and one more on the way, so with their tribe plus ours, we had a house full of children.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   Was it crazy?  &#8230;&#8230;No, not really.  The kids don&#8217;t know each other, so they were all kind of quiet and shy at first.  Our Caleb was very good at breaking the ice, since he has never met a stranger, and eventually they were playing together nicely.  : )  The trampoline and light sabers were also a great help.  The trampoline and light sabers are 2 of the most important things we own!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> We lined them up on the couch by birth order, with the exception of Joshua holding John David.  Caleb wanted to hold the baby too, so he made up for that by holding Monkey Monkey.  : )</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">Their kids are so well behaved.  Well done, Josh and Jaime!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">LtoR:  Caleb, Joshua and John David, Nathan, Caleb and Monkey Monkey, Emma Lee or Emily&#8212;I&#8217;m not sure which spelling, Joy, Daniel, and Merry</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Benefit of home schooling (their kids are home schooled) I never realized before:  Their kids don&#8217;t know what a Nintendo DS is.  Jealous!!   That would help with our &#8220;coveting&#8221; problem, although our boys have been over that since summer started.  I wonder if they&#8217;ll start asking for a DS again once school starts back.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">I&#8217;m telling you.  Light sabers rule all.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">And yes, Caleb still wears his footy pajamas ALL the time.</div>
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<p>John David still sleeps most of the time, so he&#8217;s only awake a few hours/day.  I try to give him tummy time at least once/day.   Does it count as tummy time when I lay him down and he goes right to sleep?</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">I went to Target today and took J &amp; C with me.  Joshua bought more Lego Chima (his current favorites) toys with his money.  He set them up like this and won&#8217;t let anyone touch them.  He&#8217;s in for a rude awakening when Dan wakes up from his nap&#8230;</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Right now my two littles are taking naps, Joshua is watching a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon, and Mom and Dad took Caleb with them to Target.  My parents are thinking they may leave tomorrow instead of Friday b/c Dad is not feeling well.  : (  I really wish that he could get better.  Keep Dad in your prayers.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Funny quote:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Caleb, holding a burp cloth that has a picture ribbon of Linus and his blanket on it:  That&#8217;s who I want to be just like, right there.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Me:  You want to be like Linus?</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Caleb:  Yeah.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Me:  Because of his blanket?</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Caleb:  nodded</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Me:  I think you already are like Linus, Caleb.  : )</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">(if you count Caleb&#8217;s fleece footy pajamas as being the same as Linus&#8217;s blanket&#8230;.)</div>
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